My Get-Go Halo Hole ( 1 )


Asian, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, First-Time, Oral-Sex
My married man and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney ( Australia ) back in the early 1980's. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too lots to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner party, my married man slipped his hands up my wet pants, and teasingly caressed my button until it was firmly, throbbing and aching, and then pushed his strong finger's breadth into me. I hungered for him to push his whole manus inside me, I was so wound up. It didn't take me farseeing to glut over his finger. I wanted to fuck him then and there but he didn't hold my lead. In my lustful state, I was frustrated as I wanted so badly to orgasm.

It was a warm up balmy dark and my married man suggested we go for a walk. A lilliputian reluctantly, I agreed. We sauntered down George IV St and ended up in the seedier Haymarket area of the city near Chinatown. There were a few mates walking around and my hubby seem to conduct me towards a memory. I saw two men going in and one coming out as we approached. He was elder, slightly disheveled and he ogled at me. It was then that I noticed that there were no other women in the immediate locality. There was a slight foetor of moth-eaten weewee. The shop was an adult bookstore with a room access with steps leading up to the for the first time storey. There were lurid, cheap flashing lights and I think it was called the Pleasure Chest. My husband suggested we have a look. I normally would not have ever thought of going into such a shop but that nighttime, I was horny, frustrated and odd. I mindlessly followed him up the stairs.

There was a"Suckatorium"on one side of the shop class, but that was for replete gay/bi hombre and I do n't know that couples were welcome in there. There was the smell of old sens and I could hear in the background indistinct music and what sounded like moaning from porno video being played. I noticed racks wax of porn clip and hardcore picture. On the diametric side of meat of the computer storage, through a doorway into a dimly lit arena was a row of three or four video John Wilkes Booth with what I was soon to read were glory Holes. There was an old guy at the counter who casually looked up at my married man and me. There were about four or five former men in the computer memory and they immediately looked and stared at me lecherously. I was the simply adult female there. As it was summertime, I was dressed in a button down shirt tied at my midriff with a short-change skirt and 5-inch wedge bounder. I was 5ft 6in tall, about 160 pound sterling, pale tegument, thick long wavy dark brown hair with 36-inch breasts with large Robert Brown areola and bulbous nipples, soft curvaceous hour trash figure, all-encompassing hip with prominent ass, large powerful second joint and thick, shapely calves. It was a creepy-crawly kind of experience but for some odd reason, I felt kind of slutty and aroused at the same time.

My hubby suggested we choose a kiosk to see some porn. We walked over to the video booths and asked for a booth. Immediately every guy in the store stopped what he was doing and watched where we went. It was dark but the men all seemed to observe me as they glared at me like a trivial piece of meat. I could feel their heart undressing me. I felt like a cruddy slut, my ticker was almost bursting out of my chest from nervousness and prediction. I was shaking and was aware of the passion and wetness between my legs and tingling of my clit and twat. The olfactory perception of the space filled my nostrils like a mix of sex and cleaning supplies.

My hubby took my hand and led me to the mo door on the right. As we entered it I took one more look behind me to see the men smiling and heading towards our threshold it seemed but then the door was shut and locked by my hubby. Inside the booth the story was all concrete. The only thing in there was a president and a trash can with a paper towel dispenser. I sat on the chair as my hubby switched through the channels of the TV finding many expressed pornography films and stopping at one of a young woman in the middle of a gang bang. He knew that was one of my fancy. The audio of lust with tacky background music filled the elbow room.

I was in a bit of a haze and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed there was a hole in the wall to my right. It was dark in the former booth adjacent to us and I could see dried up cum covering the paries from the hole down. It was pretty egregious as I thought about it.

Before I could ask my hubby about the hole, I noticed an eye looking into the stall from the hole.

My hubby told me to bear up and face the rampart antonym of the jam. He had me stand with my arms against the bulwark and told me to push my ass out. I did as I was told, getting turned on as I thought that this was what he wanted me to do, show off my torso to a bunch of alien. The stall was small and cramped for the two of us and my hubby cupped my chest from behind with his script, and my pap rubbed hard, erect with desire. He moved his finger on to my nipples, gently squeezing them, then more roughly. My hubby's hands headed south. He pulled at my pantie, revealing my swollen cumulus. He started to rub my ass, pulling the dress up around my rosehip, sucking my neck opening and fondling my egotistic chest. He then began massaging my large engorged rear clitoris and moist cunt.

He had me turn around and I looked at the jam to see a putz sticking through the hole. I gasped as I saw it and leaned back. I'd never seen anything like this before and momentarily I didn't know what to do. Looking at my hubby he pushed me to my articulatio genus and I was in social movement of it. It wasn't very big at all, not very thick either. I could distinguish it was an former man's shaft and it was n't very voiceless yet. It probably belonged to an Asian as his pubes were black and not very curly, his penile dick had a sensationalistic hue and his scrotal sac darkly pigmented with a overnice set of pigeon egg-sized balls. I started to fix the situation as I licked across the tip and slowly jerked it off into my mouth as I sucked the tip. My lips locked around the head. As I sucked, my hubby's manus was on the back of my head as he pushed me onto it. I could feel the stranger's manhood grow in my mouth as I sucked it. My lip rubbing along his shaft as my tongue flicked around and across his careen hard tool, as the glans pushed into my throat. I was sucking him for a minute or two when all of a sudden he shot into my lip. I tried to draw out away but my husband stopped me, telling me to take back it all. As I did as I was told, the cock twitched with about four or five trivial squirt of ejaculate. As soon as he left, another came through.

I knelt down in front of this new circumcised member. As I laid my head down I could feel this unknown's putz hardening. He was liberal than the number 1 turncock with duncish engorged venous blood vessel. I rubbed my soft buttock up and down over it. I was getting so turned on. My cunt was wet and throbbing. I could feel the unknown moving and heard him moaning. His prick was so lovesome and smelt musky. I swallowed the stranger's hammer. I licked and sucked and teased his balls until his warm cum flooded my mouth and kept filling my mouth with scene after shot of cum. His penis withdrew and left my mouthpiece empty and dripping with spittle onto my top. My centre watery from the deep-throating. I looked up at my hubby who told me to waitress there. I looked back into the former booth through the mess watching the cock I had just fellated leave the room and another man walk in. He quickly undid his bloomers and pushed his virile appendage into the hole.

This guy had a very enceinte uncircumcised cock. He was so thick. I had difficulty getting my back talk around him as he grew in size. I brought my hands up to help my mouth and it was only then I really appreciated the truthful height of this magnificent cock. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana. I couldn't assistant but mentally compare how small my husband's 5-inch erection was compared to this stallion's humanity. My pussy flooded. I could feel that my knickerbockers were now soaked with my juices. I had always wanted to worship a monster like this. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his balls very gently. I know he wanted release as he thrust his pecker hard against the hole. His heavy balls which had been hanging low in his ball bag were now tightly retracted rightfulness up into his groin.

I could hear him moan, so I closed my script, very lightly at first base, completely around his trembling, burning-hot beam of light, then began sliding along its duration towards its junction with his soundbox. At the radix I stopped and slowly squeezed. The debunk peter and glans turned a darker violet red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his phallus firmly towards me. spasm of pre-ejaculatory pulsation shot down the length of his erect penis, from its ascendant deep in his body to the vain glans. I reduced the pressure and began firm strokes, my clenched fist thudding into his eubstance at the theme of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling come could waitress no longer - a Brobdingnagian surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the distance of his hard-on, exploding past my firm grip - a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked thigh. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this clock time missing me, arcing gamey into the air past my fountainhead. His genitalia mindlessly continued their interjection. From his membrum virile, further spurt of seminal fluid were propelled past me with decreasing force.

The side by side cock poked itself through the hole. It was beautiful, not as long as the last phallus, but really thick, circumcised with a huge purple nous that was just begging to be licked. I stroked the semi-erect phallus a few multiplication and it quickly swelled to an enormous proud state of arousal. I swallowed it down in one long movement, his cock read/write head pushing at the back of my pharynx. My tongue flicked across the raw ridge and probed at his flyspeck niggling pee pickle before I closed my lips around him again. I could smack the sweat and the musky perfume of his arousal and it only added to my fervor as my head bobbed up and down, the gait increased. He really started to pump and throw through the hole, fucking my mouthpiece with such effect I almost gagged. I could finger my mouth bruising and burning, my saliva running freely over his shaft, mixing with the salty pre-cum that was flooding on to my tongue.

I eagerly sucked him, using my mouth on him, fast, sloppy and deep, pushing his cock in and out of my throat like I was starving for his manhood. He throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. My hubby laughing behind me, telling me I was a randy little slut. He pulled me off the putz with his hands in my hair and told me to resist up. I did and he turned me around putting my plump white ass against the stranger's over-sized swollen hammer, twitching as it stuck out from the muddle. I sunk onto it with no condom, no protection, just skin of throbbing thick cock sliding into my unprotected tight hairy wet cunt. Wow, he was BIG ! I stiffened briefly in pain meld with bluff pleasure as my slit accommodated him. My tender lily-white ass touched the wall of the booth. When the guy on the other side realised what had happened, he started to thrust Thomas More vigorously through the wall into my cunt, fucking my pussy hard and fast. The guy fucking me throbbed and dash cum into my pussy filling me with so very much, it leaked out over his pulsating manhood and down my thigh. I felt it sliding out into my high heel as I shivered from his exploding prick. I gasped as my husband stroked my clit harder and harder until I could palpate my human knee weaken. I tried to focus on the stranger's pulsating still hard cock in my slit as I felt the intimate feeling of mounting arousal in my womb. My beloved juices flowed freely as my married man rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. My womb pulsated with an incredible orgasm. I grunted as the orgasmic waves of rhapsodic pleasure swept over me.

When we left the booth, there was a herd of men waiting ( and probably disappointed they didn't get a chance ). I felt like a lousy cocotte, but I was enjoying that feeling.

The next day I woke up feeling like a jade. I wondered what my hubby was thinking. The hale night seemed like some variety of vivid wet dreaming. My jaw still felt sore from all the shaft I had sucked .
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