Unlocked Door Number Two

Vinny nodded his head and walked from behind the sales counter, and stepped into the narrow hallway of the private viewing booths. To his left, the indicators on doors number four and six read occupied. So he stepped into booth number two.

Remembering what his uncle had said about the women being cocksuckers but not porn stars for the viewing enjoyment of others, the young man leaned forward to take a quick peek. But it had to be quick. Carmine had told him that on more than one occasion he had tossed a peeping Tom out on his ass when the woman in the next booth had complained.

What Vinny spied was a trim woman, wearing a black top and a short tan skirt, kneeling in front of the hole in the opposite wall. A pair of high heels, black like her top, lay on the floor close to her. She had probably taken them off for comfort. He could not see her face, of course, just her back. But her jet-black hair was styled in a layered pixie cut. The woman was rocking back and forth on her knees, making loud slurping noises as she evidently sucked off the lucky guy on the other side of the wall.

Vinny stood up straight and opened his pants, shoving both them and his boxer-briefs down around his ankles. Already he was half-hard in anticipation and waddled up to the wall, his cock and balls entering her space. He placed his ear against the partition, listening to the sounds of a blowjob in progress.

His dick got harder.

After a few moments, he heard the knocking sounds his uncle had talked about and shuffled his feet a bit, readying himself for what was going to happen next.

Even though he was expecting it, his body still shivered in reaction to the touch of soft, feminine fingertips touching his then almost totally erect cock. The woman played with it for a while, lifting it and feeling it. He assumed she was examining it in much the same way she would a fruit or vegetable at the market. The thought of being nothing more than produce to the female who was about to blow him, he found strangely erotic.

“Oooo,” he moaned when she kissed the head and then along the shaft. Vinny closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for support as the woman began to lick both sides of his dick. She even lifted it up out of the way and suckled on his balls for a few moments.

Yes. He was really going to enjoy working here.

His eyes flew wide open when her lips closed around the head and she started stroking his shaft with her hand. Again, he moaned. More like a whimper this time as she started sliding her tightly pressed lips back and forth along the length of his cock. Her mouth was warm. And wet. And when she started to suck on his dick, Vinny lifted his forearms. his hands on either side of his face, and pressed his palms against the booth divider.

The woman continued to bob her upper body back and forth in the manner he had seen her doing a few minutes ago. Her right fist clenched his cock, her lips against her hand, and mouth and fist slid along his shaft. The saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth served as lubricant to her combination hand/blow-job.

From time to time, her mouth would leave his dick, presumably so that she could catch her breath, but it would immediately return to work its magic on him.

By then, Vinny was moaning and groaning nonstop as she drove him ever closer to the edge. His testicles had drawn up close to his body, forming a wrinkled, leathery pouch, and his hips were twitching.

Just as he was about to unload, he suddenly remembered the instructions his uncle had given him.

***KNOCK***KNOCK***KNOCK***

The woman responded by bobbing faster, sucking harder, squeezing tighter as he exploded with a loud, raspy sigh. Vinny’s knees nearly buckled when that first volley fired from the tip of his cock. Rapidly followed by another and another. He tried to shake his head, but the wall, of course, prevented that as he sobbed and wailed in sheer ecstasy. The cum pumping out of him. His sperm bursting forth into the unknown woman’s mouth. That hot, sucking mouth.

Exhaling several rapid breaths, he began to calm down. His orgasm over. His female partner in the other booth also slowed down. She kept him in her mouth, still sucking, as she lovingly gave his softening shaft a last few, lingering strokes.

When he staggered back from the wall, he was able to catch sight of her face from the angle he was looking. Her head was tilted back, and her hazel eyes peered up through the opening, trying to get a glimpse of him.

Teasingly, she opened her mouth, and he saw a big wad of cum mixed with saliva that she was holding.

Closing her mouth again, she gave a loud, audible swallow before tottering away on her knees.Ready to service another cock.