In a daze, my legs wobbly, requiring you and Tara to support me, I barely notice the people examining us as we enter. My head rests on your shoulder and I let out little gasps with each step and the plug makes its presence known with that oh so full feeling.
The door behind us closes and my eyes adjust to the dim light. Shafts of bright light appear suddenly, shooting from the cracks in the booth doors, which helps give the room some definition from the weak bulbs focused on the video offerings hanging outside each stall. Careful movements about us as individuals, all of them men but all single, either slowly return to their search for an open booth, perusal of the video offerings, or moving closer to see us better.
We stand there amid the sounds of sexual acts; familiar sounds, barely muffled by the wooden doors, of men and women taking cardinal pleasure in their bodies, or in others. Some of those sounds not coming from videos, but rather from live parties hidden within the booths or perhaps a darkened corner. In the confusion of sound, I'm startled from my reverie by a hand finding the base of the plug and giving it a quick thrust upward.
That action, and my reaction, does not go unnoticed by those nearby. Momentarily blinded by the colorful stars bursting before my eyes, I twist between you and Tara, finding her face then yours. Tara is distracted and gazing at the state of two men in front of us; their cocks thick and stiff in the tight confines of their trouser legs. I find your eyes on me, confirming its your hand that awakened me a second ago.
Before any of us can move, a door swings open and a man emerges from within a booth; a video still playing but his needs now met. His fingers tug at his zipper, finishing the closure, and its not until he takes several steps that he notices us; a look of shock, then slight embarrassment as he looks at me. As the video continues to flicker behind him, he moves past leaving the open door in his wake. A matching door to its right then opens and another man departs; he has a slightly sheepish look on his face and I don't think he even saw us as he rushes out.
Tara's eyes bright as she watches the men leave, facing us once they disappear back inside the store proper, "I think he just got his dick sucked!"
Your voice has just a hint of excitement, your control intact, "Either hand or mouth, they all go to the booths for release don't they?"
Smiles on several of the men support your statement and one begins to move closer. However, before he can reach us, or say anything, I'm pushed forward and we enter the now vacant booth.
The confines are very tight, certainly not intending two bodies let alone three, we squeeze in together with Tara pulling the door closed. Tara remains with her back to the door while you and I sit on the bench. Sitting causes the sparks to re-erupt before my eyes as the plug plunges deeper up my anal canal. I moan and sway next to you with both you and Tara smiling approvingly.
Tara's eyes dart to your left as light suddenly exposes the hole in the wall between the booths; a light blocked by a shadow moving across it. Glancing in its direction, your eyes note it but don't linger; instead your arm remains around my back and your attention goes to Tara. Tara feeling your eyes, looks to you; her nipples so perky and visible through the light, tight, fabric of her top.
"We want to see more of you Tara."
Tara's hands immediately go take hold of her tee and pull it up and over her head. She shakes her hair out and proudly displays her firm, full breasts. She begins to unzip her skirt when the cock is thrust through the hole adjacent to your arm.
Our heads turn and I wonder what direction you might take with this sudden, but no doubt expected, offering. After examining it, appraising it, I watch your hand rise and wrap around it. You don't stroke him, only hold the cock as if a necessary part of your evaluation. He tries to force the issue my moving himself but your grip is firm and any movement within it slight.
"Continue Tara."
Its then that I realize Tara was frozen in place with her zipper in her fingers but not lowered. Even with the video playing, the zipper opening is clear, distinct, unmistakable, eliciting a gasp from the adjacent booth. Her hips shake and the skirt drifts down to the floor. Tara steps out of it, covered now by just a tiny white lacy thong. She brings the straps off both hips simultaneously, revealing a small patch of fur on her mound; the patch dyed a bright pink, making it visible in the dimness of our cell.
"Would you like this cock, Tara?"
