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By *damgt OP Man
over a year ago
travelling |
While I was still working out whether out whether they were together, he said something else to her, and they made to leave. No point on trying to follow them, that would be weird. And anyway, it was early, so I was sure I’d see them again. Maybe together. That would be fun…
And anyway, just as he turned to leave she gave me a long look, over his shoulder. Her eyes briefly flashed at me, and she smiled. I felt the pulse of my cock thickening under the towel. She would be worth waiting for.
After a few minutes I moved on, myself. What would be fun, next? Where was it? Two corridors , left and right, and … found it, the gloryhole room. Check the ‘waiting area’, with its porn Tv and padded benches … and, yes, a rather cute blonde dressed up like a cheerleader-cum-suicide girl. Whether she’d clocked me, I couldn’t tell, but she stalked directly to one of the middle booths. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked, her heels clicking on the hard floor. Mmmmm.
I followed her to an adjacent cubicle. Already, there were hard cocks poking through the waist-high holes from cubicles in front of and beside her. White, large, anonymous cocks, pulsing in anticipation.
She didn’t hurry, but carefully put down her little bag and knelt down in front of them. For a second she looked sideways, clearly seeing me looking. Unfazed, she just smiled, and beckoned me to join in. I just winked, for the moment, letting the scene work its magic on my excitement levels.
Gently, firmly, she took a cock in each hand, and began to stroke them, pumping each one as each strained forward into the warm hand. After a few moments, she leaned forwards on stocking-clad knees and engulfed one completely, in one single motion, taking the whole length deep into her throat.
I could hear the gasp from the other cubicle. She held him deep for a long moment, and slowly withdrew. I could see his entire cock, wet with saliva, as she cupped his balls and teased them. Then she swallowed him again. It was a slow, teasing rhythm, which she kept up for a few rounds each before switching to the other cock. She kept them both as hard as could be, occasionally adding pumps of lube to each so that she could give them a sloppy fist-job while sucking the other.
Eventually I couldn’t just keep watching. Slipping the towel round my shoulders, I stepped forward and pushed my straining cock through the hole in front of me. Within a moment a warm mouth had engulfed my length, applying gentle friction and suction, which kept up just as it had for other guys. And the same cycle of treats.
Alternately I was being pushed deep into a tight throat, or having my balls cupped and stroked by warm fingers, or having my sensitive glans being pushed through a firm fist of sloppy, well-lubed fingers. I held onto the partition for support, experiencing a roller coaster of sensations through my aching cock that made my legs weak. |
