The Couple in The Booth

“Look what I caught,” the woman purred to the man on the couch. Spinning to reveal Max with a flourish.

This only got a grunt from the man.

He was hardly hard on the eyes, maybe somewhere in his 30s or early 40s, he had a shaved head that drew attention to the hard angles of his face. He was wearing a well tailored looking business suit. He looked every inch the professional man, which made the fact that his half erect cock was in his hand seem almost comical.

The woman responded to his indifferent grunt with a pout and a flounce behind Max.

“Don’t you like her?” The woman asked from close behind Max.

Suddenly she felt the woman's hands snaking their way around her sides. They joined on her stomach and then quickly shot up, each grasping one of her breasts, lifting and squeezing them together.

“I mean,” the woman went on as Max tried to remain calm. “You might have a hard time sliding your cock between these tits.”

The man on the couch’s face remained static, although Max watched as his hand began to move over his cock. Pulling back the foreskin slowly to reveal a quickly swelling head as the woman's hand left Max’s breast. Tracing up along her neck to rest on her lips.

“But these lips,” she cooed, tracing her finger across Max’s mouth. “These would look so good sliding over your fat cock.”

That drew a grunt from the man, his hand slowly stroking his now fully erect cock and a low chuckle from the woman. Her hands dropped low once again, sliding over the smooth mound of Max’s stomach to play across the thin fabric of her panties.

“Or maybe you would rather find out just what kind of treat she has hidden down here?” Max could feel the woman's body pressing at her back now, her lips a mere inch from her ear as she spoke.The man on the couch once again giving a grunt of agreement as he watched them both. The combination of intimacy and the public nature of it all left Max’s heart racing and her skin feeling flushed.

Then the woman was sliding her fingers in to Max’s panties, her fingers tracing the outline of her lips. Max gasped at the sensation, the woman laughed as a single finger slide between her folds.

“Oh?” The woman purred, drawing her now damp finger back. “Do we have a shy one here?”

Before Max could reply the woman was tasting the juices on the end of her finger.

“Mmmh,” she hummed as her free hand tugged at Max’s panties, sending them sliding down to the floor.

Max finally met the man's eye, the hazel of his eyes seemed to glimmer with gold as she stared into them. Somehow, despite all the debauchery that was going on around her and the woman molesting her this moment suddenly made her feel truly aware of her own nudity.

The sound of something hitting the floor behind her broke the spell for Max. Before she could turn to see what the sound had been she felt the pressure of the woman's body against her back again. Without even looking she could tell that the woman was now nude, the feeling of her soft, warm breasts pressing into Max’s back was impossible to mistake.

“I like the way you taste,” the woman whispered in Max’s ear as her hand return to her sex.

This time there was no teasing, with greater ease than Max would like to admit to the women slipped two of her fingers deep into her sex. Curling them expertly to press into her G-spot, drawing another gasp and moan from Max.

“And I love the sounds you make,” she added as she began to slide her fingers back and forth in Max’s sex.

Somehow the eyes of the man, coupled with the feeling of the other woman's body pressing into her back made Max’s heart pound. She knew she should be trying to get this done with as fast as she could, at any moment her target could leave and this would all have been for nought. Yet as the woman began to tease her nipples as her thumb rubbed tight circles around her clit, she couldn’t bring herself to try and move things along.

“I think my husband wants to fuck you,” the woman stated as the man on the couch finally removed his hand from his cock. Leaving the thick length to pulse in his lap as he watched the pair all the while the woman continued to talk.

“He is very virlie you know?” She explained as Max found her eyes fixed on the single droplet of Pre-cum that was working its way down the smooth side of her cock head. “And he never wears a condom. He is going to empty his balls straight into your womb, would you like that?”

“Yes!” Max gasped, the words spilling out before she had the chance to think about it.

“So eager!” The woman chuckled, her fingers finally leaving Max’s dripping sex. “Just like our last toy.”

Max could feel the hands of the woman on her ass, gently pushing her towards her husband. Not that she needed any encouragement, the expert teasing of the woman had done its work. In that moment needed the sweet release that this man promised to give more than anything in the world.

As she stepped towards him the man gently took her hand, turning her around to finally face the woman who had been teasing her as he began to position her to his liking.

The woman was naked now, the heavy jacket pooled around her feet, and Max realised that it even that figured gripping garment had not done her justice. The red of her lips now contrasted against the paleness of her skin, the shock of gently curling dark hair that flowed down her shoulders dragged the eye towards the pair of breasts that she was now gently fondling. They easily filled her hands as she teased her own nipples to full erection. Max watched her hand as it began to slide over the soft swell of her stomach. So enraptured that the sensation of the man running his calloused hands over her buttocks and legs barely registered. The womans sex was perfectly hairless, leaving nothing to hide the enticing sight of her clit peeking from under its hood as she gently spread her own folds.

It took a thick digit being shoved rudely into Max’s sex to bring her back to the moment. She felt embarrassed for a moment, not so much from the situation but that she had let herself be so taken in. Yet there was something about this pair, it felt almost like she was standing in between two Tesla Coils that were slowly humming to life.

She turned her head to look down at the man and the figure was withdrawn. The man did not speak a word, instead using his body to tell her everything she needed to know. His hands pressed gently at the inside of her thighs and so she spread her legs. He leaned back, his cock pointing straight up. Max didn’t need to ask what he expected her to do.

Slowly, her legs becoming ever wider, she began to lower herself on to his cock. By the time the head of his cock was pressing at her sex she felt like a stripper, her legs spread so wide that someone on the other side of the room would be able to see her. She felt more exposed than ever before, the darkly smoldering eyes of the woman lingering on her hardly helped.

Then his cock was spreading her lips wide. Stretching out her opening with glorious sensation. Finally sliding against the folds of her sex with delicious friction as she allowed herself to be impaled on his cock.

The man only grunted as she finally bottomed out, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of her. Yet the tension within him was clear to feel, he thrummed like a plucked string with barely restrained energy. Max got the feeling that it was taking every ounce of his willpower to not fuck her viciously.

Something about that energy was infectious, it made her want to push him over the edge. As she leaned back, his hands sliding through her arms to roughly squeeze and tease her breasts as she levered herself against him to begin lifting herself off his cock. She wanted to see what he was like when he gave in to that tension.

We must make quite the show, Max thought to herself as she let herself slam back down on to his cock. With her legs spread wide anyone who cared to look over would be able to see her sex being stretched wide by this mans cock. The thought of being watched only made her heart race faster.

However at that moment the only person watching them was the woman. She had stepped even closer, now a scant foot away as she slid her fingers in and out of her sopping sex. The low light of the room glinting off the drops of moisture that carved a path down the inside of her thighs. Her eyes half lidded as she panted with arousal at the sight of her husband fucking Max.

“Do you know what happened to our last toy?” The woman asked, her voice heavy with arousal. “She got herself knocked up by my husband.”

The woman leaned forward, bringing her face close to Max’s as she went on.

“And there is just no fun if there is no risk, don’t you agree?” Max felt the woman's fingers slid into her mouth, the tang of the womans sex strong as she ran her tongue over them. “Don’t you find it so much more exciting to think that he could use those big strong hands to hold you down and fill your womb with his seed?”

The words, barely more than a sultry whisper by the end, made Max’s heart pound in her ears but the effect was much more acute on the man.

His hands left her breasts, falling to grip the meat of her thighs tightly. Then he was pulling her down on to his cock with surprising ****. Again Max cried out in pleasure and surprise and the sound only seemed to drive him on. She was lifted out of his lap like she weighed nothing at all before being slammed back down on his cock.

The sound of their bodies slamming together, coupled with the moans that his cock was pulling from her lips, began to draw the attention of the other patrons. In that moment however Max didn’t care about them. Her whole world had shrunk down to the feeling of being fucked by this man, the sensation of his cock slamming into her, every thrust carrying her closer to the edge. Even his wife, hanging over them, her eyes alight as she pleasured herself and watched them, became a distant shade in those few glorious moments.

The man beat Max over the edge by a scant few seconds. His hands suddenly slammed her down with nearly painful ****, his cock pulsing as he began to release himself deep inside of her. The amount of seed so large that it quickly began to leak out around his cock.

Max was barely aware of the mans orgasm, her own body tipping over the edge just after him. She tensed, letting out a low animal moan of pleasure as she felt the first shards of pleasure give wave to an all consuming wave that flowed over her.

When Max came back to herself she was still sitting in the man's lap, her head resting on his shoulder as his now softening cock slipped from her sex. Lifting her head she could see a small ring of onlookers had formed around the trio.

“Well,” the wife began, something in her tone telling Max she was not done yet. “It seems you have attracted quite the audience with that show.”

The glint in her eye told Max that she had no intention of letting her slip away anytime soon.