...and you want them

For a moment part of you rebels, thinking "What the hell!? I'm not gay!" But that is quickly drowned out by the blissful feeling that has come over you since you were just fucked. Moving as if in a trance you quickly remove the rest of your clothes and kneel between the two cocks.

"My girlfriend's cool with it." You think. "No reason to be uptight and not enjoy it." Deep down inside you're not sure if you are just telling yourself that or not, but right now you really don't give a shit. Grabbing a dick in each hand you begin to jerk them off, emulating every other little cock hungry slut you've seen on porn websites. You alternate between jerking one guy off and blowing the other, quickening your pace with each switch. It's not long before you can hear both men groaning, their cocks jumping in your hands in mid-switch, spraying you and your clothes with more cum. Instead of sucking either off you just continue to wank them furiously, spraying more semen onto your flushed face.

As these men too withdraw, you watch almost dumbfounded as female hands reach under the booth and pull your clothes out: socks and shoes included. You hear an unfamiliar voice exclaim: "damn, he got naked fast! You sure he hasn't done this before?" You turn to protest, following the sound of the voice but find a long, thick black cock shoved in your mouth instead. For a moment you panic, the lust driven to the back of your mind. You quickly remember though how fun these first few minutes have been and begin to give the anaconda in your mouth your best effort, swirling your tongue around his glans on the upstroke. It's not long before he too is grunting and yet another cock enters the booth from behind you. Feeling it poking you in the back, you quickly adjust to accommodate it, once again blowing your own load all over your jeans as a cock enters you. Too tired to move for a minute, you let yourself get spit-roasted for the second time in fifteen minutes, floating on waves of ecstasy as the two dicks saw in and out of you.

You catch yourself squealing and moaning like a bitch, and despite yourself you smile. Thinking "what else does Rachel have planned? And more importantly how many guys are out there!?"