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This is a story I wrote for my husband for some fantasy sharing.  It's my first post, and I hope y'all like it.

 

The *ding* on my phone got my attention.  I knew that tone meant a message in the app my husband and I used for our dirty talk.  We’d been exchanging messages all week while he was traveling and now he was headed home.

“Feel like playing?  Maybe a little Dom/sub time?”

I smiled and my cock stiffened a bit.  “Of course, sir.”, I replied cheekily.

*Ding* “Meet me at the adult bookstore in the booths in an hour.  Wear something easy to strip out of and be prepared for me to fuck you.”

I was fully hard nearly instantly.  I quickly made sure my hole was clean and headed out.  Got to the store and seeing he wasn’t there yet, paid my fee and wandered inside.  It was just after the workday so it was busy with guys looking for some quick action before they went home.

About 10 minutes later I see him come into the booth area.  He heads to a booth and nods for me to follow. We feed the video machine and put on some hot bareback porn. Gently grabbing my waist and pulling me to him he kisses me deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. He kisses down my chin and neck and up to my ear and then whispers our code word to me, as a question: “Property?”

I knew what he wanted and I got harder.  He wanted me to submit and do as I’m told.  No questions.  Safe word, of course, but in the absence of my need to use that, he would decide what we did, how, and with whom.

“Yes sir.”, I replied, knowing that should be the last thing I said unless absolutely necessary or he asked specifically for a reply.

“Strip.”

I quickly got out of the gym shorts and tee I was wearing, having gone commando under.

“Knees”, he commanded as he opened his pants, turning so anyone in the other booth could watch from the gloryhole.  He pulled out his cock, which wasn’t hard yet and I immediately found out why as he fed it to me with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other and commanded, “Drink.”

With that he opened the flow and started pissing in my mouth.  I swallowed furiously until he finished.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping the last few drops on my cheek.  He looked down at me and smiled as he stroked his now rapidly growing cock.  When it was hard he slid it into my waiting mouth again and gently fucked my face.  After a minute he pulled out of my mouth again.

“Do you have lube and poppers?”, he asked.

“Yes sir.”, I replied.

“Give me the lube. You use the poppers.  Get as high as you want.”, he said with a wicked grin.

I fumbled in the pockets of my shorts on the bench, pulling out the lube to hand to him and find the poppers for me.  After I took a big hit and the rush hit me, he fed me his cock again.  While it was in my mouth, he says, “Ass in position, slut.”

Without taking his cock from my mouth, I moved on my knees, pushing my exposed ass out and up as much as possible. I heard him squirt some lube on his fingers and driving his cock to the back of my throat, he leaned over and worked some lube into my hole.  While making me choke on his throbbing dick, he worked fingers into me, adding more lube until I was slick.

He stood up and pulled his cock from my mouth.  Leaning down, he says, “I want to do something different.  I’m going to leave the booth and go on the other side of the gloryhole.  There’s no one there.  I’m going to feed you my cock until I’m ready to fuck you.  Keep working your hole with your fingers if you want while we do that.  And last thing - when I leave this booth, close the door but leave it unlocked so that I can get back in.  Clear?”

“Crystal, sir.”

“Good boy.”, he said, smiling and tucking his cock back in his pants.  He slipped out of the booth and I closed the door behind him.  Looking through the gloryhole I saw him enter the adjoining booth, close the door, and pull his cock out again.  When it came through the hole, I went back to work.  I heard him sigh in pleasure.

The porn in both booths set the mood while I sucked him, taking the occasional hit of poppers.  After about a few minutes of rhythmic thrusting into my mouth, he pulled his cock back through and leaned down to speak to me. I turned my ear to the hole to hear.

“In a second I want to fuck you through gloryhole.  Put your hole up against it so I can get in your whore ass.  I’m going to pull out now and then, and maybe use some fingers.  Do not take your hole away from the wall unless I tap on it three times. Nod your head if you understand.” 

I nodded and saw him stand up, lubing up his cock.  I stood up and backed against the wall, spreading my cheeks as I bent over and feeling the plywood against me as my hole met the opening.

Moments later his finger went in. First one, and as he felt me relax, a second, then a third, moving gently in and out, twisting and stretching so I would be ready to receive him.  The cool air and emptiness I felt when he pulled them out didn’t last long, as I quickly felt the tip of his rod at my hole.  He pushed slowly, pausing as I gasped and relaxed, and then pushed farther until I heard him make contact with the other side of the wall.

“Oh fuck your ass feels good.”, he moaned.

He began thrusting into me, slowly at first.  But then with more urgency. He pounded me, his belt buckle striking the wall and I was sure we both knew everyone in the arcade could hear it.  The he slowed down and took up an easy rhythm. It was then that I heard the door to his booth open and close.  He was whispering to someone, but I couldn’t hear what.  He pulled out of my ass but replaced his cock with two fingers, rocking them in and out of me while the whispers continued.

“Hit the poppers good, whore.”, I heard through the wall.  I took a long hit in both nostrils, holding them in and feeling the warmth spread through me, and that blissful light-headedness hit me.  The only thing I could think about or feel was the fingers in my ass.

And then they were gone.  And once again I felt his cockhead push against my hole, this entry easier than the first, and the thrusting began at once.  I heard the door to his booth open and close again, the stranger leaving.   For a few seconds the only sounds were the porn on the screen and the groans of pleasure from both sides of the gloryhole.

As ordered, I had not locked my booth door. Blissfully taking the cock in my ass, I hear the knob and looked up as it opened. My husband walked in, pants still open, stroking his rock-hard cock that was slick with lube and the juices from my ass.  

It only took about a second for him to shove the cock that just been up my hole back into my mouth as I realized through the haze of poppers and sex that I was getting fucked by a stranger.  My cock, which had started to soften, sprang back to attention.

“Suck that dick, whore.  Clean your ass off my cock.”

I moaned.

“You’re getting fucked by a total stranger.  Do you like it?”

“Yes sir.”, I tried to say with a mouthful of cock, tasting myself on him.

He leaned down, cock still in my mouth, and whispered, “He’s in your ass bare, and I told him to pump his cum up your guts, you nasty slut.”

I groaned and shivered as he straightened back up, grabbed my head, and began to face fuck me.  I sucked his cock for all it was worth.

“Blow your load, whore.”

At that order I reached down between my legs and stroked my cock.  With the bare cock in my ass pounding harder, it only took seconds before I grunted around my husband’s dock in mouth, I came hard, my ass clenching around this stranger’s dick.  My ring tightening was all he needed.  I felt a final push deep into my hole hard and heard him groan loudly and felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. I knew he had just bred me.

My husband fucked my face harder and in seconds held my head down and almost shouted as he pumped his cum into my mouth.  He backed away as I felt the stranger pull out, and the cum started to dribble from my ass.  Grinning, my husband reached for a paper towel and handed it to me.

“Good boy.”, he said. “That was so hot. I’m going to get you bred again. See you at home.”

With that he walked out of the booth and left me to clean myself up.  I could barely walk but I’m sure I wandered out of that booth with a completely satisfied look on my face.

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I hope we see many more stories from you!   It was quite hot.   I have had a number of Doms and alphas in my life who made many of my sexual decisions for me.  I loved giving up control to them and being completely under their control and whims.  

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