Sloppy show in the gloryhole

Emily brought me to some weird booth at the trendy side of town, I kept asking her where we were, she was adamant to not tell me at all. We stop abruptly in front of the ticket booth, and she turns to me. She grabs me by my shirt and pulls me closer, tilting her face to mine. "Know this about tonight. I'm in charge. You will do as I say when I say, or something like this will never happen again."

I start to speak, a little put off by her attitude, but she abruptly cuts me off. "All I need to hear you say is that you understand. If you say anything other than 'I understand,' I'm heading back to the car, and you can find your own way home."

For a few uncomfortable beats, I just stare at the reflection of the marquee in the lenses of her dark glasses. A thousand thoughts race through my mind, but I finally say, "I understand."

"Good. Pay for your ticket and follow me."

As I turn to catch up with Emily, I hear Goth Girl wish me good luck.

"Give me some," she says. I fish a few tokens out of my pocket, and she tells me to give her more because she needs plenty of time.

"Plenty of time for what," I ask myself.

The tokens make a loud plinking sound as Emily feeds the slot. When she drops the last one in, she pushes one of the buttons, and the movie starts. "Hailey's Blowbang" lights up the booth as cheesy porn music erupts into the room from unseen speakers

We watch as Hailey starts the show. Staring at the video, she absentmindedly undoes the wide belt and lets her jacket slide to the floor. My mouth falls open in surprise as I take her in. Underneath her jacket, she's been wearing nothing but a black see-through bra and matching garter belt. Emily's not wearing any panties, and her hairless pussy reflects the glow of the tv. 

Keeping on her shades, Emily turns away from the porno and moves toward me. She presses her body against mine and pulls me in for a kiss with one hand on my neck while the other finds the hardness in my pants. I feel her hunger in the way her tongue plunges into my mouth. Her hand grips and pulls at my hard-on through the denim that traps it.

She abruptly breaks off the kiss but continues to hold me in her hands. "Remember, I'm in charge," she says huskily.

Outside, I can hear movement and the sounds of the door opening and shutting in the next booth. Emily regains my attention by tightening her grip on me. When my eyes return to her, she turns me around, so my back is to the video. Still holding onto my erection with one hand, she grabs one of mine in her other and guides it between her legs.

My fingers find a pool of wetness. She guides my hand to masturbate herself while watching the movie behind me. Her face becomes masked in her sexuality.

Emily manipulates my hand quickly to bring her first orgasm while watching a jet of cum splash across Hailey's perky tits on screen. Her hand on my cock grips me roughly as she enjoys her pleasure.

Smiling up at me, Emily says, "You've always wanted to watch me suck another dick, and now I'm going to make that fantasy a reality." Then another cock emerges, and she turns back to it, she studies the strange flesh. Her fingers explore the length and girth of it before she pinches the head between two of her fingers to examine the underside. The pinch must have been a little too much because it produces a panicked knocking from the other side of the wall. Startled, Emily drops the cock and covers her mouth to stifle a nervous giggle.

She sits there for a moment as if gathering her courage. The cock wags impatiently before her. With a determined sigh, Emily grabs the dick and leans toward it. Her tongue timidly emerges from her mouth. When her tongue touches skin, her body twitches as if receiving a small shock. Emily hesitates for just a beat before taking a more aggressive lick. The man's precum dances along her taste buds. She takes a deep breath, opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the head.

Emily starts slowly as if getting to know her way around the new cock. Her mouth stays near the top, working her tongue around, slicking the purple head with her saliva. Maintaining her double-fisted grip, she starts milking the rigid shaft.

For the first few moments, I stand frozen in disbelief. My eyes alternate between Hailey with her many cocks and Emily with the live one that isn't mine. Feelings of jealousy and sexual excitement pound in my chest. The hardness between my legs lets me know which one is winning.

The video is mirrored in Emily's glasses, and I realise she's watching the movie while sucking this unknown man's dick. She begins to mimic Hailey's methods.

Saliva coats every inch of the man's skin, and her hands race fast along the slickness. When she sees Hailey pull her mouth off of a cock to run her tongue along its length, Emily does the same. She then takes several exaggerated licks along the head like it's a popsicle on a hot summer day.

Pushing her hands to the base where the cock pokes through from the wall hole, Kristen holds it firmly while driving her mouth down on it. I can hear her gag as it goes just a little too deep. She pauses and holds there until she fully relaxes. Now that she's calmed herself, Emily's head moves back and forth, deepthroating the unseen man.

It only lasts a few brief moments before the man quickly raps on the wall again. Emily begins to work faster in anticipation of what's to come. I assume it's out of courtesy when the man raps the wall again, but Emily keeps working. Soon enough, gulping sounds fill the room.

Emily wipes her mouth and kneels before the video screen as if praying before a pornographic alter. The action in the video is coming to an end as a cum-covered Hailey is carried from the scene by a sea of manly hands.

Just when I'm about to ask if she's done, there's another knock at the wall, and another cock appears. Emily goes back to work without a word. She's hungry now and goes about her work greedily. Her needy whimpers and the sounds of her efforts echo in my ears. Her hands have dropped from the wall now. One hand goes for the cock, the other goes between her legs.

There are two more series of knocks on the wall and two more cocks through the hole before it looks like Emily finally gets her fill. After the last one, she rolls over and leans back against the wall, her legs spread out before her.

When she finally looks up at me, it's as if she only now realises I'm still in the room.

We stare at each other awkwardly as we each try to process what happened. I can't help but notice her hands resting between her legs.

Emily rests there for a moment to gather her strength. Gripping my shirt in her hands, she pulls towards me before easing herself back again. She takes it slow as she gets used to his size. Her lips purse, breathing through the mix of pain and pleasure.

When her legs begin to tremble, I take hold of her upper arms, offering support. She's digging her fingernails into my chest as she increases her pace. Her breath becomes more ragged with each passing moment.

I cry out in pain in unison with her cries of pleasure that announce her body-shaking orgasm. As sexual ecstasy streaks through her, Emily turns animalistic. I'm getting rocked back and forth as she pummels herself against the big man.

"Oh my god, YES," she yells into the room. I struggle to maintain my balance against her frantic thrashing. He bursts inside of her just when she starts to cum again. I'm getting lightheaded from the exertion and the heat that has built up in the room. The smell of their sex is overwhelming. Unable to control herself, Emily is tearing at my shirt and loudly crying out my name and God's.

Her knees buckle when she reaches her peak. She hangs onto my tattered shirt like it's her only lifeline. The big dick slides wetly from her drawing a string of cum in its wake. Emily looks over her shoulder at it, reaching out a hand to touch it one last time before it disappears from the booth.

I'm dumbfounded as she clutches at me while catching her breath. "That was... AMAZING," she pants.

"Yeah, you really seem to be enjoying yourself there," I say as the jealousy and my raging erection are still battling for control. The humiliation and excitement are almost too much to take. My ego wants to fight and surrender at the same time.

Emily pulls herself up clumsily as she struggles to stand on weak legs. She drapes her arms around my neck and rests her head against my chest. I can feel the steady drumming of her heartbeat. Her breath is hot and smells like semen.

When she finally looks at me, I try to turn away, but her hands seize my chin, and I see the fire return to her eyes. She's shaking out of her sexual delirium and taking command again.

"We're not finished here just yet," she says sternly. "You haven't taken your turn."

A smile breaks wide across my face. Relief is finally on its way. I eagerly reach down to unzip my pants, but she stops me immediately.