My Anonymous Lover (Forbidden Fantasies 57)

“Fuck baby,” I pant through the wall. “That feels so good.”

In return, she gags a little but keeps going, her tongue gliding over the vein on the underside of my cock as her lips squeeze unbearably tight around my shaft. Then, she lets my cock go for a moment, a long line of saliva still connecting the tip to her mouth before swallowing the shaft back down.

“Mmmph!” she gasps, struggling a bit with my girth. “Mmphp-mph!”

Lewd slurping sounds fill the stall and it’s like music to my ears. She mewls again and the wet sounds of her lips sucking deeply on my flesh turn me on. Her moans increase in volume as she rocks back and forth a bit, leveraging her weight to consume me fully.

I wonder if she’s touching herself. I wonder if she has a few of her fingers shoved inside of her panties, pinching and squeezing at her clit or rubbing between the lips of her cunt. She must be gooey down there already, and my cock jerks and spurts a bit of pre-come, just envisioning it.

“Mmmph!” she exclaims with surprise.

“Yeah, that was for you,” I rasp against the divider. “Drink it down, baby. There’s more coming.”

She lets out a small moan of assent and my eyes drift shut as I imagine the woman on the other side. Gorgeous, definitely, with big breasts and a narrow waist. Thick hips and a cushiony bottom that she’ll offer up for my pleasure. Shit, she’s wet and probably has a few fingers stuffed inside of herself at this very moment. Hell, maybe she’s fucking herself at the same pace that I’m fucking her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Oh shit baby, that feels amazing.”

But suddenly, the slurping sounds stop, and I hear the woman’s mouth sliding off from around my cock. The air feels cold after the warm wetness of her cavity, and I stand there for a moment, confused.

Why did she stop? That was the best blowjob that I’ve ever had in my life, and she stopped right when I was about to blow. Desperation surges through my veins and suddenly, I’m doing something I never thought I’d do. I shove my hips forward, my tip dripping and begin to beg.

“Please sweetheart,” I rasp. “Just a little more. I need just a bit more of that sweet, succulent mouth of yours and then I promise it’ll be all over.”

She giggles a bit, but her lips don’t come back even though I’m literally shaking with need. My hands scrabble on the metal divider between us and I thrust my hips forward even more, practically climbing the wall at this point.

“Please baby,” I rasp again. “I promise, just a little more—”

But then, the words choke in my throat because suddenly something even better is sliding down around my cock. Is that—? Holy fuck—? Oh shit, it is!

Slowly but surely, the woman’s swollen pussy sinks down on my shaft, all wet heat and warm fluids. She moans as she relaxes onto my rod until I hear the soft thud of her ass slapping up against the divider. Holy shit! Is this really happening? And am I really having full-blown sex at a truck stop glory hole?

This has never happened before. Of course, I’ve gotten my fair share of blowjobs, but I’ve never fucked a woman through the wall because it just isn’t done. Hell, even talking is off-limits, so this is way off the reservation. But now that I have this woman’s swollen cunt wrapped around my cock, all hesitation flies out of my head, and I moan throatily again.

“That a girl,” I rasp. “Oh yes. Sink your pussy down, honey. That’s it, all the way.”

She lets out a soft moan of her own on the other side, and then pulls up before dropping her ass down with a gasp once more. We both groan then, me with my cheek pressed against the cold metal, and her with her bottom jammed against the other side. But we’re joined where it matters and it feels too good to stop. She begins sliding up and down, bouncing herself with small, breathy jounces as I encourage her.

“Yes, just like that baby,” I croon. “You’re doing so well. Fuck yeah. More.”

In the back of my mind, I know this is wrong. I’m not wearing a condom and I don’t know this woman from Jane Doe. I don’t know how frequently she comes to these glory holes, and I don’t know how often she does this. But it feels so good, and I begin thrusting rapidly even as she jiggles herself up and down my pulsing rod.

“Mmmm,” she mewls on the other side. “We’re being so bad.”

I’m already so close to orgasm that I can’t even reply. Her dirty talk only turns me on more and unconsciously, I kick into high gear. My hips start going like a jackhammer as I make it my mission to fuck her as fast and as hard as I can, grunting as her ass smacks against the wall repeatedly.