Cuckolded at a Restaurant
By SmutWriterAI.
She lowered herself onto the seat, a quick stream of piss hitting the water below. Relief washed over her, but as she sat there, wiping herself with a rough square of paper, her eyes wandered to the wall beside the toilet.
There was a hole punched through the thin partition, about waist-high, edged with a smooth glory hole that gleamed under the harsh fluorescent light. ‘What the fuck?’ Amy thought, her curiosity spiking. She finished up, tugging her thong back into place but not bothering to smooth her skirt. Leaning forward, she peered into the dark opening, her breath catching in her throat.
“Oh my God!”
The words burst out of her before she could stop them. On the other side, in the men’s room, a guy stood there, his back partially turned as he finished shaking off his piss. His cock, thick, heavy, swung free in his hand, longer and girthier than anything she’d seen up close. She jerked back upright, heart pounding, cheeks flushing hot. But damn, she had to look again. Drawn like a magnet, she bent down once more, eyes glued to the sight.
He heard her. The first gasp had caught his ear through the wall, and now her blurted curse made him pause. The unseen man smirked to himself, his pulse quickening at the thrill of an audience. He turned slowly toward the hole, letting his huge cock dangle heavy between his legs, the veined shaft flopping about obscenely. He stepped closer, positioning himself right in front of the opening, knowing she was watching.
Amy’s mouth went dry. “Holy shit, that’s a big cock,” she whispered, louder than she meant, her voice echoing slightly in the small room.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away. It was massive, easily twice the length of Kyle’s pathetic little dick, with a girth that made her pussy clench just imagining it stretching her. Her boyfriend’s thing was fine for quick fucks at home, but this? This was a monster, the kind that promised to ruin her for anything smaller. She shifted on the seat, her thong growing damp against her folds as heat built between her legs.
The man chuckled low, the sound rumbling through the wall. He gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke, watching the hole for any sign of her. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” he said in a deep, confident tone, carrying that dominant edge that made her nipples harden under her top.
He pumped his fist once, twice, feeling the blood rush back in, the head swelling fat and purple. Amy bit her lip, her curious eyes wide and bold now. She was out to dinner with Kyle, for fuck’s sake, her steady guy, the one who thought she was a nice girl. But here she was, glued to a glory hole in a public bathroom, craving a stranger’s huge dick.
“That’s a gorgeous cock you have there, mister,” she said, her voice husky, mesmerized by the way it throbbed in his hand. “So much bigger than my boyfriend’s penis. His is… tiny. Nothing like this.”
The words tumbled out, a mix of awe and confession, her hand slipping down to rub her thong-covered pussy through the fabric. The public thrill hit her hard. The risk of Kyle waiting at the table, oblivious, while she eyed this beast next door.
He leaned in closer to the hole, his cock now fully hard, jutting out like a challenge. The glory hole framed it perfectly, inches from Amy’s face if she dared. “Bet that little dick of his doesn’t fill you up right,” he taunted, stroking faster, the slick sound audible through the wall. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, glistening. He loved this, exposing himself to some horny chick, teasing her until she begged. “Come on, take a closer look. Touch it if you want.”
Her breath came in short pants, the scent of her own arousal mixing with the faint bleach smell of the bathroom. Amy’s small tits heaved as she leaned in, her face so close she could smell his musky skin. Her desire twisted into something hotter. She wanted to watch him jerk that massive thing until he came, splattering the wall. Or more, her mind flashed to Kyle’s face, cuckolded without even knowing, while she wrapped her lips around this stranger’s girth. Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, circling through the thong, pussy lips swelling with need.
“God, it’s so thick,” she murmured, voice trembling. “I bet it would wreck my tight little pussy.”
The man groaned, his hand flying over his shaft now, the urgent rhythm building. He pressed the head right against the plastic rim, offering it as if it were a prize.
“That’s right, watch me. Imagine it splitting you open while your boyfriend waits,” he said.
The tension coiled tight, her boldness pushing her closer, fingers dipping under her thong to stroke her wet slit directly. She was soaked, thighs slick, the public danger only making her ache more for whatever came next.
Amy’s fingers delved deeper under the edge of her thong, slipping past the soaked fabric to plunge into her slick pussy. Two digits curled inside her, stroking the velvety walls that clenched hungrily around them. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled but urgent, as she watched the unseen man’s thick cock press harder against the glory hole.
The head bulged against it, the veined shaft throbbing visibly, just inches from her face. Her heart hammered in her chest, the thrill of this forbidden game in the dingy bathroom making her drip even more. Kyle was out there, probably checking his phone, clueless that his girlfriend was finger-fucking herself to a stranger’s monster dick.
The man on the other side growled low, his hand gripping his base as he thrust forward, rubbing the fat tip against the smooth edge of the ring. “You hear that wet sound, slut? That’s you getting ready for a real cock,” he taunted, his voice rough and commanding through the wall.
He could sense her desperation, the way her breath came in ragged bursts. Pre-cum smeared the plastic, a shiny trail that made Amy’s mouth water. He pushed again, the pressure making the ring flex slightly, teasing the air near her aching pussy even though she was still seated, legs spread wide on the toilet.
Her free hand braced against the wall for balance as she pumped her fingers faster, the squelch of her juices filling the small space. God, she needed more, needed that huge thing to stretch her, to make her forget Kyle’s inadequate prick forever. The public risk amped everything up. Anyone could knock, interrupt this filthy secret. But that only made her bolder.
Amy leaned in closer, her small tits pressing against her top, nipples scraping the fabric. Her lips brushed the edge of the hole, soft and tentative, her hot breath ghosting over the tip of his cock. The musky scent of him hit her, salty skin and arousal, mixing with her own tangy wetness. Her pulse raced, lust coiling tight in her belly as she imagined sucking him off right here, cuckolding Kyle in the most depraved way.
“Yeah, that’s it. Get your pretty mouth right up to it,” the man urged, his tone dripping with dominance.
He savored her hesitation, the way she trembled on the edge. With a deliberate shove, he forced the head of his cock through the hole, the glory hole stretching around the girth as it poked into her side of the bathroom. It bobbed there, thick and insistent, veins pulsing under the taut skin, the slit weeping more pre-cum.
“Take it. Wrap those lips around what your boyfriend could never give you.”
Amy’s eyes widened, locked on the invading shaft. It was even bigger up close, dwarfing anything Kyle had ever offered, long enough to choke her, wide enough to split her jaw. Her fingers stilled inside her pussy, now clenching emptily around nothing as she stared, mesmerized. The thrill surged through her. She was the voyeur turned participant, exposed in this tiny room while he displayed himself like a prize.
Trembling, she parted her lips, tongue darting out to taste the air near him. Her breath quickened, coming in shallow pants that fogged the tip. She leaned forward, ready to envelop him, to feel that thick cock slide over her tongue and down her throat. The danger of it all, Kyle waiting, the thin wall, the unlocked potential of discovery, made her pussy throb harder, juices trickling down her thighs.
He held still, letting the anticipation build, his cock twitching in invitation. “Don’t make me wait, baby. Show me how bad you want this big dick ruining you for that small-dicked loser.”
Amy’s mind spun with cuckold fantasies, picturing Kyle’s shocked face if he knew, pushing her over the edge. Her lips hovered, quivering, the heat of him radiating against her skin. One more inch, and she’d be lost in the suck, the public depravity consuming her completely.
But she paused, savoring the tease, her hand resuming its work between her legs, fingers plunging deep as she eyed his offering. The man’s low chuckle vibrated through the wall, urging her on, the tension stretching taut like a wire ready to snap.
Amy’s resolve shattered like glass under pressure. Her lips parted wider, stretching to accommodate the invading girth as she leaned forward, enveloping the thick head of the unseen man’s cock in her warm mouth. The salty tang of his pre-cum burst across her tongue, slick and musky, making her hum with immediate hunger.
She sucked gently at first, lips sealing around the ridge, her tongue swirling over the slit to lap up more of that leaking essence. The glory hole pressed against her cheeks, a cold reminder of the wall separating them, but it only fueled the fire in her core. God, he was huge. Her jaw ached already from the stretch, veins throbbing against her inner lips like live wires pulsing with need.
The man groaned from the other side, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the barrier and into her bones. “Fuck, yeah, just like that. Suck on that fat cock, you dirty girl.”
He didn’t rush. Instead, thrusting slowly, inching deeper into Amy’s mouth with deliberate control. Each push built the tension, his shaft sliding over her tongue, filling her until the head nudged the back of her throat. Amy’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back. The size play thrilled her. This monster dwarfs Kyle’s pathetic attempts in her mind. She imagined her boyfriend out there, sipping his drink, oblivious to how a real man was claiming her mouth right now.
Her free hand slipped under the edge of her thong again, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight, urgent circles. The raw secret thrill consumed her, the public bathroom’s thin door, the risk of footsteps in the hall, the exhibitionist display of his cock through the hole. Juices coated her thighs, her shaved pussy clenching around nothing as she worked herself harder, matching the slow rhythm of his thrusts.
Soft moans bubbled around his shaft, muffled by the fullness in her mouth, sending vibrations up his length. She was lost in it, the cuckold fantasy sharpening every sensation: Kyle’s small penis couldn’t compare, couldn’t make her this wet, this desperate in a place where anyone could hear.
He picked up the pace gradually, hips rocking forward as he fed more of himself through the hole. The cock slid deeper now, veins pulsing against Amy’s tongue with each withdrawal and plunge, the slick sounds of her sucking filling the cramped space. Amy gasped around him, air whistling through her nose as she took him greedily, her small tits heaving with the effort.
Her fingers plunged alongside the clit-rubbing, two digits curling into her dripping pussy, stretching herself in mimicry of what she craved. The rhythm intensified, the man’s thrusts growing firmer, the glory hole creaking under the pressure. She craved more, more depth, more dominance, the way he owned her mouth without even seeing her face.
The public danger twisted the lust tighter in her gut. What if Kyle knocked? What if another patron needed the bathroom and caught the wet slurps echoing off the tiles? The thought made her clit throb under her fingers, her body surrendering fully to the filthy glory hole. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as he bottomed out, her throat relaxing to take the head. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva, dribbling down her chin, but she didn’t care. This was raw, urgent, the exhibitionist high peaking as his balls brushed the wall on a deep thrust.
“That’s my slut,” he rasped, voice thick with arousal. “Choke on it while your boy’s waiting. Bet he’d cum in his pants if he knew.”
Amy’s mind reeled, the cuckolding edge pushing her closer to the brink. Her pussy spasmed around her fingers, clit pulsing wildly as she rubbed faster, the dual assault of mouth and hand overwhelming. His cock twitched in her mouth, veins swelling thicker, signaling his building release. She moaned louder, the sound escaping despite her efforts, her body arching toward the wall. The thrill of being caught, of this stranger’s huge dick ruining her for Kyle forever, made everything sharper, the salty taste, the stretch in her jaw, the slick heat between her legs. She was his now, in this hidden moment, the glory hole her gateway to depraved freedom.
But he held back, thrusting with controlled urgency, drawing out the torment. Amy’s gasps turned ragged, her fingers a blur on her clit, chasing the edge without tipping over. The tension coiled unbearably, the public risk humming like electricity in the air. She wanted him to flood her mouth, to mark her as his secret whore, but he teased, pulling back just enough to make her whine around the tip. The man’s chuckle rumbled again, low and promising more, as the door to the restaurant swung faintly in the distance, someone approaching, maybe Kyle, maybe not. Her heart slammed, lust spiking higher, pulling her deeper into the surrender.
Amy’s pulse thundered in her ears, the faint creak of the restaurant door echoing like a warning shot. Footsteps shuffled closer in the hallway, too muffled to pinpoint, but close enough to send ice through her veins, mixed with the scorching heat pooling in her gut. She froze for a split second, the unseen man’s cock still halfway in her mouth, its thick veins twitching against her tongue.
But the pause only made him pulse harder, the shaft swelling with urgent dominance right through the glory hole, pressing insistently against her stretched lips. It was like he owned the moment, claiming her despite the risk, his confidence intoxicating as it washed over her.
She couldn’t stop now. Amy pressed her lips tighter around him, sealing her mouth in a wet, desperate grip and swallowing deeper, forcing her throat to relax around the invading girth. The slick veins dragged over her tongue, each ridge salty and pulsing, filling her with the raw taste of his arousal. pre-cum oozed steadily now, coating her palate in thick, musky spurts that made her hum low in her chest, the vibration rippling back to him.
Her jaw burned from the stretch. This cock was a beast, dwarfing anything Kyle had ever offered, turning her boyfriend’s small dick into a pathetic memory in her mind. The size play twisted her insides, making her shaved pussy clench emptily, juices slicking her thighs as she imagined Kyle out there, clueless. At the same time, a real man dominated her in secret.
Her fingers dove beneath the edge of her thong again, slick with her own wetness, and found her throbbing clit. She rubbed it fast, frantic circles that matched the rough rhythm the stranger was starting to set, his hips bucking forward with more force. The glory hole dug into her cheeks, a gritty barrier that heightened the filth of it all, sucking off a stranger in a public bathroom, the glory hole her dirty little portal to forbidden thrills.
She pictured him on the other side, stroking what he couldn’t see of her, thriving on her muffled slurps and the way her body betrayed her hunger. A soft gasp escaped around his cock, her small tits bouncing with the effort as she bobbed her head, taking him inch by veined inch.
The footsteps halted outside the door, someone testing the handle? Amy’s heart seized, but the public risk only sharpened her lust, turning fear into fuel that surged through her veins. She gasped louder despite herself, the sound wet and ragged as it bubbled past his shaft, lost in the filthy fuck unfolding in this cramped stall.
The door didn’t budge, but the proximity made every sensation electric: the heavy scent of his musk mixing with her arousal, the slick slide of his cock fucking her mouth, the way her fingers plunged now, two digits curling into her dripping pussy to stretch herself in rhythm. She was exposed, vulnerable, the cuckold fantasy blazing, Kyle waiting like a fool, his tiny penis no match for this stranger’s dominance, her secret surrender marking her as the slut she craved to be.
“Fuck, you’re greedy for it,” the man growled from the other side, his voice a low rasp that cut through the wall like a command. “Suck harder, let me hear you choke while they wait out there.”
His words ignited her, and Amy obeyed, hollowing her cheeks as she drove forward, her lips brushing the glory hole on every deep swallow. He thrust deeper in response, his cock filling her mouth fully now, the head battering the back of her throat with unyielding force. Veins throbbed hot against her tongue, his balls slapping the wall as he bottomed out, marking her secret with each possessive plunge. She gagged softly, tears pricking her eyes. Still, the dominance thrilled her submissive core, her body arching toward the hole like it was her lifeline.
Amy’s fingers worked her clit in a blur, the rough rhythm syncing with his thrusts, fast, urgent, building that coil in her belly toward explosion. Her pussy spasmed around her invading digits, walls gripping tight as if jealous of the cock claiming her mouth. Voices murmured faintly in the hall now, a couple debating which bathroom to use, their words inches from discovery.
It sharpened everything: the salty flood of his pre-cum, the ache in her jaw from his size, the way her thong clung to her skin. She moaned around him, the vibration making his shaft twitch violently, his groans turning animalistic as he fucked her face through the barrier.
He didn’t let up, hips snapping forward with controlled savagery, the glory hole creaking under the assault. Amy’s gasps turned to whimpers, her body trembling on the edge, lost in the raw, exhibitionist high of it all. The stranger’s cock pulsed harder still, swelling impossibly thicker, teasing the brink of his release while she chased hers.
Her mind spun with Kyle’s face. If he knew, his small penis would shrink further in humiliation as she worshipped this huge man cock. The footsteps shifted again, closer, the door handle rattling once, panic spiked her arousal, her clit throbbing under her frantic rubs.
But the man chuckled darkly, thrusting deeper to silence her building cries, his dominance wrapping around her like chains. “Mmmm, you suck cock like a cock-starved bitch. Your guy must really have a tiny baby pecker for you to be this horny.”
Amy’s world narrowed to the cock filling her mouth, the fingers fucking her pussy, the razor-edge risk pulling her under. She was teetering, body quaking, the filthy glory hole her undoing. Yet, he held the pace just shy of climax, drawing out the torment as the voices outside lingered, promising more chaos to come.
Amy’s body screamed for more, the tease of his cock in her mouth no longer enough to quench the fire raging between her legs. She pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva and pre-cum connecting her swollen lips to the throbbing head, her breath coming in ragged pants. The stranger’s shaft jutted through the glory hole, slick and veined, demanding attention, its girth a stark reminder of how it dwarfed Kyle’s pathetic little dick.
Her shaved pussy ached, dripping onto the floor, the thong soaked and useless now. With a shaky exhale, she stood, knees wobbling as she hiked her skirt higher, exposing her ass to the cool air of the stall.
She backed up to the hole, heart pounding like a drum in her chest, the public voices outside a constant hum of danger that made her clit pulse harder. Gripping the base of the man’s cock with one hand, her fingers barely meeting around its thickness, she guided it to her vaginal entrance, the heat of it searing against her slick folds.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, more to herself than him, as she impaled herself in one swift drop. The stretch burned deliciously, his huge cock splitting her open, filling her deeper than Kyle ever could.
She gasped, small tits heaving under her top, the size play hitting her like a drug. Every inch claimed her, turning her into a vessel for this stranger’s dominance.
Amy rode him hard right away, no slow build, her hips slamming back against the wall with urgent slaps that echoed in the tiny room. The glory hole pressed into her ass cheeks, a gritty anchor as she ground down, his cock spearing her pussy in raw, filthy strokes. Juices coated his shaft, dripping down his balls on the other side, the wet squelch of her riding him filling the air. She moaned loudly now, unable to hold back, the sound bouncing off the tiles.
“Oh god, it’s so fucking big,” Amy moaned, her voice husky with need.
One hand braced the wall, the other dove back under her thong, fingers stroking her clit in frantic circles, heightening the urgent physicality of the fuck.
The unseen man groaned from the other side, his hips thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper into her clenching walls. “That’s it, ride that meat like the cock-starved slut you are,” he rasped, his confidence fueling her exhibitionist high.
Amy’s mind reeled with the thrill, public sex in this dingy bathroom, her body on display through the hole, voyeurism twisting into something darker as she imagined eyes on her. Her pussy gripped him tight, veins dragging along her inner walls, each bounce sending shocks through her core. Kyle was out there, waiting like a fool with his tiny penis, oblivious to how a real cock was wrecking her.
Footsteps approached again, heavier this time, pausing right outside the door. Amy’s rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, but the risk only made her fuck harder, ass cheeks jiggling against the wall as she chased the building pressure. The handle turned slowly, the door cracking open just an inch, Kyle’s face appeared in the sliver, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene.
There was Amy, skirt bunched at her waist, thong pulled aside, her body arched back as she impaled herself on the massive cock protruding through the glory hole. Her fingers blurred over her clit, moans spilling freely, small tits straining against her shirt with every desperate ride.
Kyle froze, hand on the door, but he didn’t push it wider or call out. Instead, his gaze locked on her, tracing the way her pussy stretched around the stranger’s thick shaft, the slick glide of it disappearing inside her over and over. A flush crept up his neck, his small penis twitching in his pants despite the humiliation, or because of it.
He’d always thought Amy was sweet, innocent, but seeing her like this, lost in raw lust for a huge cock that made his own look ridiculous, stirred something forbidden. He cracked the door a bit more, peeking silently, his breath quickening as her moans grew louder, the public display turning him on in ways he never expected. The rush hit hard, his girlfriend, pleasuring herself on a stranger’s cock, right under his nose, and fuck, it made his dick harden painfully.
Amy didn’t notice him at first, too consumed by the urgent fuck, her hips pistoning as the stranger’s cock throbbed inside her, hitting spots Kyle never reached. “Harder,” she begged, voice breaking, fingers rubbing her clit faster, the coil in her belly tightening toward release.
The man’s hands slammed against the wall from his side, thrusting up with brutal force, his balls slapping through the hole against her ass. Pre-cum mixed with her juices, easing the way for deeper plunges, the size of him making her walls flutter in submission.
Kyle watched it all, transfixed, his own hand drifting to his crotch, squeezing his small erection through his pants as arousal built, secret and shameful.
The door stayed cracked, Kyle’s presence adding layers to the exhibitionism, Amy’s body on unwitting display, her bold surrender to the glory hole fueling his hidden turn-on. She gasped, pussy clenching around the invading cock, the public danger spiking her lust higher. Voices murmured in the hall again, someone else approaching. Still, Amy rode on, moaning into the tension, her fingers slick with her arousal as she teetered on the edge.
The stranger growled, his hips bucking wildly, his dominance pushing her closer, while Kyle’s eyes burned with a mix of shock and desire, the scene etching itself into his mind, promising complications yet to unfold.
Kyle’s heart hammered against his ribs, the cracked door his only barrier to the chaos unfolding inside. He should barge in, yank Amy away from that filthy hole, and demand answers. Still, his feet stayed rooted, glued by a twisted cocktail of jealousy and lust churning in his gut. Through the sliver of space, he watched her, his sweet girlfriend transformed into a wanton slut, her skirt hiked up like a flag of surrender, ass cheeks pressing back against the wall with every desperate grind.
The stranger’s massive cock, thick, veined, more than twice the size of his own pathetic nub, plunged in and out of her shaved pussy, stretching her lips wide in a slick, obscene display. Amy’s small tits bounced under her top, her face twisted in ecstasy, moans spilling out unchecked.
“Fuck, yes, deeper!”
The sight burned Kyle, humiliation twisting like a knife, yet his small penis throbbed harder in his pants, leaking pre-cum into his boxers. How could this turn him on? Seeing her ruined by a real man’s dick, right in this public shithole of a restaurant bathroom.
From the other side, the unseen man let out a guttural grunt, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. He slammed his cock harder into Amy, the glory hole digging into her skin as he buried himself to the hilt. Amy gasped sharply, her body jolting forward, one hand slapping the wall for balance. At the same time, the other stayed buried under her thong, fingers flying over her swollen clit.
“Oh shit, you’re splitting me open,” she moaned, voice raw and desperate, her pussy clenching visibly around the invading shaft.
Juices squirted out with each thrust, splattering the floor, the wet smacks echoing louder than before. Kyle’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on the way her folds gripped that monster cock, dragging along every ridge and vein, something his tiny dick could never do. Jealousy flared hot in his chest, imagining her comparing them, laughing inside at how inadequate he was, but fuck, the cuckold rush made his balls ache, the sight pulling him deeper into the scene like a magnet.
Amy rode faster now, hips pistoning back with frantic urgency, her fingers digging into the grimy wall tiles, nails scraping as she chased the high. Her clit pulsed beneath the soaked thong, slick and engorged, her rubs turning sloppy and wild. “Harder, you bastard, fuck me like Kyle can’t,” she begged the stranger, her words slicing through Kyle like shrapnel.
The man’s cock throbbed inside her, balls slapping against her ass through the hole, the size play evident in every quiver of her thighs. She was lost, exhibitionism fueling her as if the whole restaurant might hear, might know she was getting railed by a huge dick while her boyfriend waited like a fool.
Kyle swallowed hard, his hand clenching the fabric of his pants, squeezing his twitching cock through the layers. It was rock-hard now, small but straining, the intense voyeuristic arousal making him leak more, a damp spot forming. He wanted to hate it, to storm in and put a stop to this public degradation. Still, the thrill of watching her surrender, her body arching, moans turning to whimpers, held him captive, his jealousy morphing into a dark excitement that had him palming himself subtly, breath ragged.
Public voices drifted closer from the hallway, a couple chatting about their meal, footsteps clicking on the tile just feet away. The tension spiked like electricity, Amy’s desperate moans growing louder, unrestrained, bouncing off the walls: “God, I’m gonna cum on this fat cock!”
Amy didn’t care. The risk only amped her up, her rides turning brutal, pussy slurping greedily around the stranger’s length. The man growled in response, thrusting up savagely, his dominance clear as he claimed her through the wall, hips blurring in the dim light Kyle could glimpse. Amy’s fingers dug deeper into the wall, her other hand a blur on her clit, the thong shoved aside now, exposing her dripping folds to the cool air.
Kyle’s pulse raced, the nearness of strangers making his skin prickle. Anyone could push the door, catch him peeking, and see his girlfriend’s filthy display. But that edge sharpened everything, his hand pressing harder against his crotch, stroking his small erection in time with her bounces. Jealousy warred with lust in his chest, the cuckold fantasy igniting fully: Amy, his Amy, impaled and moaning for a superior cock, while he jerked off in secret like the pathetic voyeur he was becoming.
The stranger’s pace quickened, cock slamming home with wet, forceful slaps that made Amy’s whole body shake, her small tits jiggling wildly.
“Take it, slut, feel my dick own you,” he rasped, voice muffled but commanding, pushing her closer to the edge.
Amy’s moans hitched higher, the public murmur outside a ticking bomb, her pussy fluttering around him in warning spasms.
Kyle watched, transfixed, his own arousal peaking as he rubbed faster, the door creaking slightly under his grip. The voices paused, someone laughing nearby, too close, and Amy’s rhythm didn’t falter, her gasps turning to cries, the danger weaving through the raw fuck like threads of fire. Kyle couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the heat building in his core, the scene promising to shatter everything he thought he knew about her, about them.
Amy’s moans crescendoed into a raw symphony of lust, each one ripping from her throat as the unseen man pounded her cunt relentlessly through the glory hole. Kyle’s eyes were glued to the crack in the door, his breath coming in shallow bursts as he watched her body jolt with every brutal thrust.
The stranger’s huge cock, thick and veined, glistening with her juices, slammed in and out of her shaved pussy, stretching her wide in a way Kyle’s small dick never could. Her ass cheeks rippled against the wall, the glory hole framing the obscene invasion like a dirty portal to her surrender.
“Fuck, yes, harder!” Amy cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles, loud enough that Kyle swore the couple in the hallway must hear.
The risk of it all, the public exposure, made his stomach twist, but his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, betraying him with a fresh spurt of pre-cum.
Jealousy clawed at Kyle’s chest like a living thing, hot and vicious, imagining that dominant bastard owning her completely, marking her with every deep plunge. At the same time, he stood there like a useless spectator. How could she moan like that for a stranger’s fat cock, comparing it to his pathetic nub without even knowing he was watching? But the arousal drowned it out, a filthy wave crashing over him, turning the humiliation into fuel.
His hand trembled as it slid down the front of his pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper in the dim hallway light. He shouldn’t. Anyone could walk by, but the pull was too strong, his small dick leaking steadily now, saturating his boxers with sticky warmth. He pushed his hand inside, wrapping around the slick, throbbing length, stroking slowly at first, the wet slide of pre-cum making obscene sounds that he prayed no one else heard.
Inside, Amy gripped the wall harder, her nails scraping the grimy tiles as she rode with wild abandon, pushing back to meet the stranger’s relentless rhythm. Her small tits heaved under her top, nipples hard points straining the fabric, and Kyle could see the way her thighs quivered, slick with sweat and arousal.
“Oh god, your cock’s so fucking big, filling me up like no cock has ever done before,” she gasped, her words a knife to Kyle’s ego, emphasizing the size play that had her pussy clenching visibly around the invading shaft.
Juices dripped down her legs, pooling on the floor, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh growing louder, more urgent. Kyle’s jealousy surged again, picturing her thoughts, how his tiny prick could never make her this wild, this desperate. Still, it only made him stroke faster, his fingers gliding over his pre-cum-saturated cock, the cuckold thrill twisting deeper into his gut.
The stranger slammed deeper, his cock filling Amy’s pussy completely, veins throbbing with raw power as he claimed her through the wall. A low growl rumbled from the other side, muffled but commanding, and he angled his hips to hit her just right, making her arch back with a sharp cry.
“Take it all, you tight little slut,” he rasped, the words carrying through the thin barrier, hitting Kyle like a punch.
Amy’s body shuddered, her fingers, now free from the wall, diving back under her thong to rub her clit furiously, the fabric dark and soaked. She was exhibitionism incarnate, lost in the public fuck, moans spilling out without care for the voices lingering just outside. Kyle’s breath quickened, matching her pace, his hand pumping his small dick harder inside his pants, the head slick and sensitive under his thumb.
He smeared the pre-cum around, the lewd sensation heightening his arousal, jealousy, and lust battling in a storm that left him dizzy. Watching Amy get railed like this, her pussy devouring that monster cock. At the same time, strangers milled nearby. It was torture and ecstasy, his voyeuristic high pushing him to the brink.
Kyle leaned closer to the door, the wood cool against his forehead, his strokes turning frantic as Amy’s cries peaked again. “I’m so close, don’t stop pounding my cunt!” she begged, her hips bucking wildly, the stranger’s balls slapping against her with each powerful drive.
The public danger amped everything, the footsteps echoing faintly, a door creaking somewhere down the hall, making Kyle’s heart race, his cock twitching in his grip. He was torn, hating how turned on he was by her betrayal, by the way that huge dick dominated her in ways he couldn’t, yet unable to stop jerking his leaking prick, the pre-cum dripping over his fingers.
The scene blurred in his vision, Amy’s form a haze of motion and moans, the air thick with the scent of sex wafting through the crack. He bit his lip to stifle his own groan, the cuckold fantasy consuming him whole, leaving him aching for release even as the jealousy burned brighter, promising more chaos if he didn’t pull away.
Kyle’s hand shook on the doorknob, the metal slick under his palm from the sweat beading on his skin. Jealousy exploded in his chest like a grenade, shards of it slicing through his arousal as he pushed the door open wider, the hinges creaking softly in the tense air. His eyes locked onto Amy, her body slamming back against the wall, riding the stranger’s thick cock with a frenzy that made Kyle’s stomach churn.
She was impaled on that massive shaft, her shaved pussy stretched taut around it, lips gripping the veined length as she bounced, juices slicking the glory hole and dripping down her thighs. The sight hit Kyle like a gut punch. His girlfriend, lost in filthy public lust, moaning like a whore for a dick way bigger than his pathetic one.
“Fuck, yes, stretch me out! Ruin my cunt,” Amy moaned, her voice raw and echoing off the bathroom tiles.
She didn’t notice him yet, too consumed by the way the stranger’s cock filled her, pounding up into her with brutal power. Kyle’s small dick twitched violently in his fist, the head leaking more pre-cum that smeared over his fingers as he gripped the shaft tighter. He stroked harder, the wet schlick of his hand mixing with the obscene slaps from inside, his high twisting the knife of humiliation deeper.
How could she crave that monster so much? His own dick felt tiny in comparison, throbbing uselessly. At the same time, he watched her small tits jiggle under her top, nipples poking through like they begged for attention he couldn’t give.
From the other side of the wall, the unseen man must have caught the door’s movement out of the corner of his eye. His head turned slightly, and even through the barrier, Kyle could sense the smirk curling his lips, confident, mocking, like he knew exactly who was watching. The bastard didn’t miss a beat. Instead, he thrust deeper, hips snapping forward with a force that jolted Amy’s whole body.
His huge cock drove into her pussy, veins pulsing against her inner walls, dominating her completely as she cried out. “That’s it, take every inch, you greedy slut,” the man growled, his voice low and commanding, carrying through the hole like a taunt aimed straight at Kyle.
The words fueled the fire raging in Kyle’s gut, jealousy boiling over into a sick thrill that made his balls tighten.
Amy moaned louder, her rhythm picking up as she rode harder, ass cheeks slapping against the wall with each downward grind. Her fingers dove under the soaked thong again, rubbing her clit fast and frantic, the fabric clinging wetly to her skin. “Oh god, it’s so deep, hitting spots Kyle never could,” she whimpered, not realizing her boyfriend was right there, door ajar, witnessing her surrender.
Voices murmured from the hallway, footsteps padding closer, and Kyle’s heart hammered, imagining someone pushing past him to see his girl getting railed like this. Lust hung thick in the air, her moans spilling out unchecked, drawing potential eyes. At the same time, the stranger pounded harder, turning the whole scene into an intense cuckold play that left Kyle reeling.
Kyle’s dick jerked in his hand, twitching uncontrollably as he pumped faster, the slick glide of pre-cum making his strokes urgent and desperate. He leaned against the doorframe, the wood biting into his shoulder, eyes glued to the way Amy’s pussy clenched around that invading shaft, swallowing it whole, her juices squirting lightly with each thrust.
The size difference burned in his mind. His small dick could never make her drip like that, never make her ride with such wild abandon. Jealousy clawed at him, hot and vicious, but it only stoked his lust higher, his free hand clenching into a fist as he fought the urge to barge in. Instead, he stroked his leaking prick, thumb circling the sensitive head, the voyeuristic rush making his knees weak.
The stranger smirked wider, locking eyes with Kyle through a crack in the partition for a split second before slamming home again, his cock burying balls-deep in Amy’s cunt. She arched back, a guttural moan tearing from her lips, her clit-swollen fingers blurring under the thong.
“Harder, fuck me like Kyle can’t!” she begged, her words twisting the knife in Kyle’s chest, confirming every insecure thought.
The man obliged, hips pistoning with raw power, the glory hole creaking under the force as he claimed her publicly, right in front of her boyfriend. Footsteps halted outside, a shadow flickering in the hall, and Kyle’s breath caught. Anyone could peek in now, see Amy’s exhibitionist display, her body quivering on that huge dick. At the same time, he jerked off like a pathetic cuck.
Sweat trickled down Kyle’s back, the scent of sex, musky and sharp, wafting stronger through the open door, mixing with the faint restaurant smells of garlic and grease. His strokes turned erratic, cock throbbing in his grip, the head swollen and purple from the building pressure. Amy’s moans crescendoed again, her rides growing sloppy and desperate, pussy fluttering around the stranger’s veined length. The man thrust deeper still, a low chuckle rumbling from him, eyes flicking back to Kyle with that knowing smirk, pushing the cuckold dynamic to its edge.
“Watch how a real man fucks your girl,” he rasped, the challenge hanging heavy, making Kyle’s jealousy spike even as his balls drew up tight.
Amy gasped, her body trembling on the brink, fingers pressing hard on her clit as she ground down, taking every inch. She finally realized Kyle was just outside the door, watching everything.
“Kyle?” she moaned. “I can’t stop. This is too good. Sorry…”
The danger heightened it all, the murmur of voices swelling, a door slamming nearby, turning their secret filth into a ticking bomb. Kyle’s hand flew over his small dick, pre-cum flying in sticky strands, lost in the jealous lust that consumed him, unable to tear his eyes away from her rapturous face, the stranger’s dominating grin promising more torment.
The stranger’s chuckle deepened into a commanding growl that cut through the haze of moans and slaps, his eyes locking onto Kyle’s with unyielding dominance. “Can you hear me, cucky? Drop those pants now. Let her see what a useless beta bitch you are while I stretch her out.”
The words hit Kyle like a slap, his hand freezing mid-stroke on his small, leaking dick. Heat flooded his face, jealousy twisting into a humiliating thrill that made his shaft twitch harder in his grip. He hesitated, breath ragged, but the man’s smirk widened, hips still grinding slow and deep into Amy’s pussy, keeping her pinned and whimpering against the wall.
Amy’s head lolled back, her small tits heaving with each breath, oblivious to the exchange as she ground down on that massive, veined length, her shaved pussy lips stretched obscenely around it. The glory hole gleamed with her slick juices, the scent of her arousal thick and heady in the cramped space.
Kyle’s fingers trembled as he fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking too loudly in the charged silence. Voices from the hallway grew nearer, diners chatting, plates clattering, and the exhibitionist risk sent a jolt straight to his balls. With a shaky exhale, he shoved his pants down, his pathetic dick springing free, small and hard at four inches, the head glistening with pre-cum that dripped onto the tile floor.
Amy’s eyes fluttered open at the sound, widening in shock as they landed on Kyle’s exposed cock. She gasped, her rhythm faltering for a split second, pussy clenching tighter around the stranger’s shaft.
“Kyle? Oh fuck, your… It’s so tiny next to his,” Amy blurted, the words raw and unfiltered, her gaze darting between her boyfriend’s modest prick and the huge man cock buried inside her.
The size difference burned in Kyle’s chest, his dick jerking involuntarily under her stare, humiliation flooding him even as lust surged hotter. He stood there, pants pooled at his ankles, hand hovering near his twitching length, unable to hide how small he looked, barely half the girth splitting her open right now.
The unseen man laughed low, thrusting up sharply to make Amy cry out, her fingers digging into the wall for leverage. “See that, slut? That’s why you crave this real meat. Now, slide that tight asshole down on my cock. Show your little-dick boyfriend how hungry you are for a man who can fill every hole.”
His voice was gravelly, commanding, the dominance radiating through the wall as he pulled back just enough to let his slick, veined cock slip free from her pussy with a wet pop. Amy moaned at the emptiness, her body trembling, but she obeyed without hesitation, spinning to face the hole. Her ass cheeks spread as she backed up, the soaked thong pushed aside, her puckered asshole winking in the light.
Kyle’s breath hitched, eyes glued to the scene, his small dick throbbing painfully as he watched her position herself. Footsteps paused outside the door, a muffled cough from the hall making his heart race.
Amy reached back, guiding the stranger’s thick head to her asshole, the tip pressing against the tight ring. She pushed down slowly, gasping as it breached her, stretching her wide. “Oh god, it’s so big, splitting my ass open,” she whimpered, inching lower, her small tits pressing against the cool wall.
The man’s cock disappeared into her, veins pulsing against her bowel walls, filling her in a way Kyle’s dick never could.
From his vantage, Kyle saw it all, the way her asshole gripped that monster shaft, her juices from her pussy lubricating the way, dripping down to mix with the intrusion. Jealousy clawed at him, hot and vicious. Still, his fingers wrapped around his own small dick again, stroking urgently as the thrill overtook him.
The stranger groaned, hips bucking up to meet her descent. “That’s right, take it all in that greedy asshole. Your boyfriend’s watching, seeing how you surrender every hole to a real cock. He’s starved you too long with that pathetic babydick.”
The taunt landed like a punch, Kyle’s strokes faltering, his leaking prick feeling even smaller under the weight of it all.
Amy moaned louder, fully impaled now, her ass cheeks flush against the wall as she started to ride, up and down on that dominating length. The glory hole dug into her skin with each bounce, the obscene stretch visible even from Kyle’s angle.
“Yes, fuck my ass, it’s yours,” she panted, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit through the thong, the fabric sodden and clinging.
Her shaved pussy lips peeked out, swollen and empty, a stark contrast to the fullness in her rear. Kyle pumped his small dick faster, the schlick of his hand loud in his ears, arousal battling the sting of her words earlier. The door was still ajar, shadows shifting in the hall, anyone could glance in and see her like this, ass fucked raw by a stranger while her boyfriend jerked off to it.
The man thrust harder from his side, slamming into her asshole with brutal rhythm, the wall vibrating slightly under the force. “See that, cucky? She’s clenching so tight around me, never done that for you, has she?”
Behind the wall, the stranger smirked again, eyes gleaming with triumph, pushing deeper to make Amy arch and wail.
Her rides grew frantic, asshole swallowing his cock whole, the veins dragging against her sensitive anal walls. Kyle’s knees buckled, his free hand bracing the doorframe, strokes turning desperate as pre-cum flew from his tip. The size difference taunted him endlessly, his tiny dick versus the beast claiming her so publicly, turning their dinner date into a filthy cuckold spectacle.
Amy’s moans echoed sharper, her clit-rubbing fingers blurring, body quivering on the edge. The stranger’s balls slapped against the wall, his huge cock pulsing inside her tight hole, dominating her completely. Kyle watched, transfixed, jealousy and lust twisting into a knot that pulled tighter with every thrust, the public voices swelling outside like a warning of more eyes to come.
The stranger’s voice sliced through the humid air again, rough and unyielding, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm into Amy’s stretched asshole. “Don’t just stand there jerking that little thing, cucky. Kneel and lick her dripping pussy. Worship it while I fuck her ass raw. Make her cum on your tongue like the pathetic beta bitch you are.”
The command hung heavy, laced with mockery that twisted Kyle’s gut, his small dick throbbing in his fist despite the burn of humiliation. He froze, eyes locked on Amy’s body, her ass cheeks jiggling with each slam from the wall, her shaved pussy lips swollen and glistening just inches away, untouched and begging.
Kyle’s heart hammered, the door still cracked open to the hallway where laughter and footsteps echoed too close. Anyone could push it wider, catch him on his knees like this, tongue buried in his girlfriend’s soaked folds while a stranger railed her from behind. The thrill clawed at him, mixing with the shame, his knees weakening under the weight. Amy whimpered, grinding back harder, oblivious at first, but then her eyes flicked to him, hazy with lust.
“Do it, Kyle… Please,” Amy moaned, the plea sending a jolt straight to his balls.
He dropped, pants tangling at his ankles, the cold tile biting his skin as he knelt between her spread legs. His face hovered near her pussy, the musky scent of her arousal flooding his senses, sweet and tangy, mixed with the faint salt of the stranger’s pre-cum leaking from her ass.
Kyle hesitated one last beat, jealousy flaring as he heard the wet slaps of that huge cock claiming her so deeply, but lust won out. He leaned in, tongue darting out to trace her slick outer lips, tasting her juices that dripped freely now. Amy shuddered above him, her thighs quivering, and he plunged deeper, tongue spearing into her swollen folds, lapping urgently at the heat of her core.
“Oh fuck, yes, Kyle, your tongue… Deeper,” Amy moaned louder, her voice breaking into a raw cry as the stranger slammed into her ass with brutal force.
She rode the cock harder, body rocking forward with each thrust, shoving her pussy against Kyle’s mouth. The motion made her small tits bounce, nipples hard. Kyle’s world narrowed to the taste of her, salty-sweet nectar coating his tongue as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with desperate swirls. His own dick bobbed untouched now, leaking steadily onto the floor, the size difference hitting him anew. Here he was, on his knees, servicing her while that veined monster cock stretched her asshole wide, something his tiny dick could never match.
The unseen man groaned from the other side, his confidence radiating through the wall as he gripped the glory hole and pounded harder, the impacts vibrating up Amy’s body. “That’s it, boy, eat her out like you wish you could fuck her. Taste how wet she is for a real cock.”
The taunt fueled Kyle’s submission, his hands gripping Amy’s thighs to pull her closer, tongue delving into every slick fold. He lapped at her entrance, feeling her walls clench emptily, juices smearing his chin and cheeks. Trembling with the intensity, he hummed against her clit, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. The risk amped everything. The door creaked slightly in the draft, voices murmuring just beyond, turning the cramped bathroom into a stage for their filthy display.
Amy’s moans crescendoed, raw and unrestrained, her body shuddering violently as the stranger’s thrusts grew more savage. “Harder, fuck my ass, make me cum!” she wailed, fingers clawing the wall, her pussy grinding down on Kyle’s face with urgent need.
Kyle obeyed the unspoken command, tongue thrusting deep, swirling through her folds to catch every drop, his nose buried in her heat. The rush twisted deeper in his chest. Kyle could picture the hallway crowd, oblivious yet so close, while he knelt in worship, jealous arousal pulsing through him. His small dick twitched, untouched and aching, as Amy’s thighs clamped around his head, her trembling intensifying.
The man laughed darkly, hips snapping forward with punishing power, his huge cock dragging along her inner walls, veins throbbing against her tight ring. “Feel that, slut? Your boyfriend’s tongue on your clit while I own this ass, pure cuckold heaven.”
Amy bucked wildly, lost in the dual assault, her body a quivering mess of lust. Kyle lapped faster, tasting her building climax, the slick sounds of his tongue mingling with the relentless slaps from behind. The tension coiled tighter, public danger sharpening every sensation, the creak of the door, the swell of voices outside, pushing them all toward the edge without mercy.
Kyle’s submission deepened, his licks turning frantic, chasing her pleasure even as jealousy burned hot in his veins. Amy’s gasps filled the space, her rides growing erratic, ass slamming back to take the stranger deeper. The unseen man’s grunts grew guttural, thrusts unyielding, dominating the scene completely. Kyle trembled on his knees, face slick with her essence, the filthy thrill of it all locking him in place, craving more despite the humiliation.
Amy’s body tensed like a coiled spring, her thighs squeezing Kyle’s head in a vise grip as the stranger’s massive cock hammered relentlessly into her asshole. Kyle’s tongue worked feverishly, lapping at her swollen pussy lips, the tangy flood of her arousal coating his mouth and chin. He could feel her clit pulsing against his lips, hard and throbbing, as he sucked it greedily, the wet slurps echoing in the cramped bathroom.
The public voices outside swelled, someone laughing, plates clinking in the restaurant, reminding him how exposed they were, the cracked door a thin barrier to total humiliation. His small dick jerked untouched, leaking a pathetic string of pre-cum onto the tile, the size play burning through him as he tasted how soaked she was for that stranger’s veined monster.
“Fuck, Kyle, don’t stop, I’m… Oh god…”
Amy’s cry shattered the air, her hips bucking wildly. Her pussy clenched around nothing, then spasmed hard, squirting thick, hot juices straight onto Kyle’s worshipping face.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she squealed as her orgasm ripped through her body.
The warm gush of pussy cum hit him like a wave, drenching his cheeks, nose, and open mouth, the salty-sweet and fishy spray forcing him to swallow or choke. Kyle gasped, eyes watering, but kept his tongue pressed to her pussy folds, riding out her orgasm as she trembled violently above him.
Her small tits heaved, nipples visibly throbbing, and her ass ground back harder onto the stranger’s cock, milking it through the glory hole. The rush hit Kyle like fire. Anyone could peek in now, see him on his knees, face slick with his girlfriend’s cum, while she came undone in public filth.
The unseen man growled low, his thrusts turning savage, his hips slamming forward with brutal power. “That’s it, slut, squirt for your cuck while I fill this tight ass.”
His voice was thick with dominance, the words vibrating through the wall as he buried his huge cock deeper, veins dragging along her stretched walls. Amy’s moans turned to desperate sobs, her body shuddering in aftershocks, pussy still twitching against Kyle’s soaked face. He licked up the last spurts, tongue delving into her vaginal entrance, savoring the mess she’d made of him. Jealousy twisted in his gut, but lust overpowered it, his small dick throbbing painfully, begging for touch he denied himself in submission.
Then the stranger’s rhythm faltered, his grunts turning animalistic. “Here it comes… Take my load, bitch.”
He thrust one final time, deep and unyielding, his cock pulsing hard inside Amy’s tight asshole. Kyle heard the wet flood of cum erupting, felt the subtle shift in her body as hot jizz filled her up, some leaking out around the thick shaft to drip toward her pussy.
Amy whimpered, pushing back to take it all, her ass clenching rhythmically, the public risk only heightening her surrender. The man’s confidence poured through his groans, owning her completely while Kyle knelt there, face glistening, inhaling the musky mix of sweat, cum, and her juices.
He pulled back slightly, the glory hole framing the stranger’s spent cock as it softened just a bit, still massive and slick. But the man wasn’t done commanding. His voice cut sharp again, laced with mocking authority. “Good boy, you made her squirt like a whore. Now clean up my mess, cuck. Suck my hot jizz right out of her tight asshole. Tongue-fuck that cum-filled poop chute while she feels it.”
Kyle froze, heart pounding, the order slamming into him like a punch. His eyes locked on Amy’s ass, the stretched ring of her asshole visible now as the stranger eased back just enough, a thick glob of white cum oozing out, trailing down toward her pussy. The scent hit him, salty, earthy, mixed with her musk, and his stomach churned even as his cock twitched violently.
The door creaked again, footsteps pausing outside, close enough to hear if they got louder. Amy glanced down, her eyes hazy and pleading, trembling lips parting.
“Kyle… Do it. Please, I need it,” Amy whispered, voice raw from moaning, her body still quivering from the orgasm.
Hesitation gripped Kyle, jealousy flaring hot, tasting another man’s load from her ass, in this filthy public stall? But the submissive pull won, the thrill of being forced into it overriding everything. He shifted on his knees, the tile digging into his skin, and leaned in closer, face brushing her inner thighs.
His tongue darted out tentatively at first, lapping at the dripping cum near her pussy, the bitter-salt taste exploding on his buds. Then, steeling himself, he pressed higher, tongue circling her puckered asshole, still gaping slightly from the pounding. The stranger chuckled darkly from the other side, pushing his cock forward again to tease the ring, more jizz seeping out.
Kyle plunged his tongue deep into Amy’s asshole, the hot, slick walls yielding around him as he sucked out the stranger’s cum. It coated his tongue in thick, warm strands, the flavor intense and degrading, forcing him to swallow.
Amy moaned loudly, her body jerking, hands clawing the wall as fresh tremors hit her. “Oh fuck, Kyle, yes, lick it out, taste him in me! Taste my asshole…”
Her voice echoed too loud, the public danger spiking the lust, voices outside murmuring closer now.
Kyle thrust his tongue deeper, swirling to scoop every drop, the wet sounds obscene in the small space. His small dick leaked steadily, arousal battling the humiliation, as he worshipped her ass under the stranger’s command, lost in the raw cuckold haze.
The unseen man groaned approvingly. “Deeper, boy, suck it clean. Show her how pathetic you are compared to real meat.”
Amy trembled harder, pushing back onto Kyle’s face, her pussy dripping anew onto his chin. The rhythm built again, subtle but insistent, the scene far from over as tension coiled tighter in the humid air.
Kyle’s tongue delved deeper into Amy’s tight asshole, the hot, slick walls clenching around it as he sucked hard, pulling out thick ropes of the stranger’s cum. The bitter, salty, and shitty load flooded his mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat in heavy swallows. He gagged slightly at first, the earthy tang mixing with her musky ass flavor, but the submissive drive pushed him on, his face buried between her cheeks.
Amy’s body shuddered above him, her thighs trembling as she ground back, forcing more jizz to ooze out for him to lap up. “Yes, Kyle, suck it all out, taste how he filled me,” she moaned, her voice husky and demanding, the public murmurs outside making his heart race with exposed shame.
The unseen man groaned louder from the other side of the wall, his hand pumping his huge cock through the glory hole, the veined shaft hardening again as it pressed closer to the hole. More cum leaked from Amy’s stretched asshole, dripping down to Kyle’s lips, and he chased it greedily, tongue thrusting in and out like a desperate fuck.
The stranger’s strokes grew faster, the wet schlick of his fist on slick skin echoing in the stall, pushing the tip of his cock right up to the edge, smearing residual jizz toward Kyle’s waiting mouth. Then the stranger forced his cock through the glory hole under Amy’s pussy.
“Open wide, cucky. I got another load here just for you…” He moaned.
Kyle knelt on the sticky floor of the ladies’ toilet stall, his heart pounding as he stared at the hole in the wall. His tiny four-inch dick, as hard as it’s ever been and leaking copious pre-cum, twitched with a mix of humiliation and excitement. Above him, Amy shifted to give the huge cock some room, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched her boyfriend debase himself.
“Go on, baby,” Amy whispered, her voice laced with amusement. “Show me how much you love me.”
The thick, veiny cock pushed through the glory hole, already hard and throbbing, more than twice the size of Kyle’s pathetic little thing. Kyle leaned forward, his mouth watering despite the shame burning in his cheeks. He wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the remnants of Amy’s asshole on it as he sucked greedily. The stranger groaned from the other side, thrusting deeper into Kyle’s eager mouth.
Kyle bobbed his head, slurping loudly, his tongue swirling around the shaft while his hands braced against the wall. Amy’s eyes widened and her eyebrows arched. “That’s it, take it all. Your tiny dick could never satisfy me like that monster can.”
The cock swelled in Kyle’s throat, and with a guttural grunt, the stranger unleashed a massive load. Hot, thick ropes of cum blasted straight down Kyle’s gullet, forcing him to swallow frantically to keep up. Cum overflowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he gagged and gulped, the sheer volume making his belly feel full.
Amy laughed softly, reaching down to pat Kyle’s head. “Good boy. I think you’ve found your place in life.”
Kyle pulled back, gasping, his face a mess of spit and semen, his erection leaking onto the floor from the degrading thrill.
“Get back to work, lick my seed from her shithole. Swallow every fucking drop while your tiny dick leaks uselessly on the floor.”
The taunt hit Kyle like a slap, his small dick twitching painfully, untouched and pathetic compared to the monster dominating through the wall.
Kyle went back to work on Amy’s asshole and swallowed repeatedly, the cum thick and warm in his throat, his face slick with spit, sweat, and the stranger’s load. He trembled on his knees, the tile cold against his skin, lust and humiliation churning in his gut. The door was still cracked, footsteps shuffling nearby in the restaurant, and anyone could glance in and see him tongue-fucking his girlfriend’s cum-filled ass.
His tongue swirled deeper, scooping the last sticky remnants, the flavor overwhelming as Amy moaned softly, her pussy dripping fresh arousal onto his chin. He felt her asshole pucker around his intrusion, milking his efforts, the size difference twisting his jealousy into raw need. His hand itched to stroke his leaking dick. Still, submission held him back, forcing him to focus on cleaning her thoroughly under the stranger’s watchful eye.
The man let out a final, satisfied grunt, his cock pulsing one last time before he pulled it free from the glory hole with a wet pop. Kyle caught a glimpse of the massive, spent shaft retreating, still glistening with his saliva, before it vanished into the shadows of the men’s room. A smirk lingered in the stranger’s voice as he zipped up.
“Good job, both of you. Enjoy the rest of your meal, maybe next time I’ll make the cuck watch up close.”
Footsteps faded away, the men’s room door on the other side of the wall clicking shut, leaving a heavy silence in the cramped ladies’ room. The air hung thick with the scent of sex, sweat, cum, and Amy’s tangy release, broken only by their ragged breaths and the distant clatter of dishes outside.
Amy sagged against the wall, her legs wobbling as the aftershocks rippled through her. She reached back, fingers threading into Kyle’s hair, pulling him up gently. “Fuck, that was intense,” she whispered.
Her small tits were still heaving, nipples hard peaks under her disheveled top. Her shaved pussy glistened, thong askew, and a faint trickle of cum lingered at the edge of her asshole, but Kyle had gotten most of it. He rose shakily, wiping his slick face with the back of his hand, tasting the stranger on his lips, his small dick still dripping pre-cum. Jealousy flickered in his eyes, but the thrill kept him hard, the risk replaying in his mind like a filthy loop.
“What about me?” Kyle asked. “Don’t I get to cum too?”
Amy laughed. “I suppose you’ve earned it.” She stood aside and made him stand over the toilet like he was about to have a piss. “Jerk off your little dickie into the toilet and flush it away. That’s all you deserve.”
He nodded. As Amy watched, he gripped his dick with a few fingers and his thumb and quickly jerked off. It didn’t take long. Within seconds, he was spitting his watery dribble into the toilet. Once he was done, Amy flushed the toilet.
“Good. That’s where your inferior small dick genes belong,” she quipped. “Now, put that thing away and let’s get outta here.”
They moved quickly, the haze sharpening their urgency. Amy yanked her thong back into place, smoothing her skirt down over her trembling thighs, while Kyle pulled his pants up and tucked his pathetic erection away, zipping up with a wince.
She grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiping between her legs hastily, the rough texture making her hiss as it brushed her sensitive clit. Kyle did the same for his face, scrubbing away the evidence, though the musky scent clung to his skin.
The cracked door loomed, a reminder of how close they’d come to being caught; voices laughed just beyond, plates clinking, the restaurant’s normalcy mocking their depravity. Amy’s eyes met his, sparkling with bold satisfaction, her body still buzzing from the stranger’s pounding and Kyle’s worship.
“Come on, let’s get back before they wonder where we are,” she said, her voice low and teasing, a hand sliding down to squeeze his ass possessively.
Kyle nodded, heart pounding, the submission lingering like a brand. They slipped out together, the bathroom door clicking shut behind them, rejoining the dim glow of the dining area.
The waiter nodded politely as they returned to their table, oblivious. At the same time, Amy slid into her seat with a subtle wince, her ass sore from the brutal filling. Kyle sat across from her, his face flushed, dick still half-hard under the tablecloth, the taste of cum faint on his tongue.
She picked up her fork, spearing a bite of pasta, but her foot nudged his under the table, toes tracing up his calf suggestively. The cuckolding echo hung between them unspoken, the stranger’s commands fresh in Kyle’s mind, stirring a mix of shame and hunger.
Outside voices droned on, the public facade intact, but Kyle couldn’t shake the thrill, wondering if the man was out there, watching them now, or if this filthy secret would pull them back for more.
The End.
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