Breathing hard in the dark, both participants in the urgent, desperate, amazing, sex of a few moments prior took a moment for themselves. Iris was experiencing aftershocks that were not insignificant. Her pussy quivered and flexed, pulsing erratically and occasionally for the next few minutes. Time sped up once they had stopped, just as it had slowed while they had been fucking. Indeterminate minutes passed by as dry breath fell heavily from their chests.
Once she had recovered, Iris decided she wasn’t ready for it to be over. It had been incredible, and she hadn’t had enough. Grabbing him by his belt, she pulled Work Crush toward her. Ripping his half closed pants open again, she pulled his mostly hard dick all the way back out, and stroked it. He allowed himself a small moan as she touched him again. As the camera clicked and whirred at them, she posed playfully one last time. First, she posed with his cock resting on the side of her cum splattered face. Next, she turned and put it back in her mouth. With a swirl of her tongue, she really had him going again. Gritting his teeth and trying not to emit too audible a whine, he placed his hand on the back of head, where her spine meets the base of her skull. Holding her onto him, he pushed his cock further into her mouth – further down her throat than it had been all night.
Gagging just a little, Iris swallowed him down, the muscles of her throat contracting in pulsing massage along the slick, rigid shaft of his cock. Only a few seconds of this, and he was reaching the edge. Hips shook and bucked beneath a gasping, nearly spasming diaphragm, driving the hot cylinder into her throat like a piston.
Relishing every moment of exquisite discomfort, Iris happily allowed him to fuck her face. She knew he would never lay a hand on her throat, but being chocked by cock was at least as good. There wasn’t much time left, and she tapped him to summon his attention back to her. Locking his eyes to hers, all four turned penetrating, glassy, vacant, and focused all at once. With minds occupied only by sensation, both participants drove recklessly forward.
In seconds, it began. A deep growl from his core turned gradually to a moan. When it happened, he seemed more surprised than she at his orgasm. His voiced was silenced as he swallowed a gasp, and the first hot jet of cum shot forcefully into her mouth. As he came, his hips shook more violently, and she almost lost him. Taking him firmly by the shaft with her right hand and playing with his balls in her left, she sucked and swirled and licked his head, while he poured his second load into her mouth.
As Iris continued sucking him off, she found herself surprised – and a little gratified – by the quantity of cum – especially since it was the second time around. While he caught his breath, she happily kept his cock and his cum in her mouth, staring up at him. The warm, slippery liquid provided the sensitive end of him a comfortable place to rest.
In a moment of exquisite debauchery, she held him still with wet lips, as she expertly swallowed his cum without releasing him. He pulsed one more time, oozing a bit more onto her tongue as she pulled away.
Moments later, the both of them climbed breathlessly to their feet, holding themselves vertical only with enormous effort. Looking at him with a counterfeit face of demure innocence, she took the napkin she – something she had snagged off their table for just this moment – out her bag, and began cleaning herself up, as best she could. He had managed to stay fairly clean, except for one or two drops of cum on his pants. When they had cleaned up as best as was possible, they crept out from behind the velvet curtain, trying as hard as they could not to look shifty.
Emerging from the booth proved less embarrassing than anticipated. Coworker exited the booth first, and by the time she had, he was conspicuously scuttling away. Only Anna was near the booth, when she came out. They exchanged knowing smiles as Iris took the pictures from the slot, but that was all. Walking away, Iris scanned through the photos with a delighted smile and a delicious taste on her lips. As soon as she reached the end of the stack though, she realized immediately that the final strip of photos was missing. First she thought Damn! That was the best one. There was so much cum… She turned back to check the booth – just in time to see Jeff and Anna entering it, and Ginger entering view from around the corner.
For a moment, panic wracked Iris’ mind and body. She hoped that Coworker had taken them with him, but somehow she doubted it. Unsure of what to do, she shuffled back toward the booth, and found herself sort of lurking to one side of it. More or less out of sight, and assuming she wouldn’t be noticed by the couple when they emerged, she started feeling a little better. There was some giggling, chuckling, and muffled whispering emanating from the booth, though Iris could not understand any of it. The grinding whirr of the camera and printer sounded different from the outside. After two sets of photos, they emerged from the rickety booth, took their photos, and started walking in the opposite direction, not even looking in hers.
The instant they were out of view, Iris pulled the curtain roughly aside, and peered into the booth as soon as they left. The pictures were gone. Disappointed with the loss, half a smile crept across her face as she imagined somebody else having taken them, and then a pang of erotic horror as she imagined who that someone would have been.
Gazing inside at the scene she had left, Iris thought about what Jeff and Anna must have thought. Spilled wine, a few drops of cum that they had missed, and a condom wrapper which had obviously been torn open with some urgency. They might even have a photographic immortalization of her debauched evening’s sexual finale. Quite silently, Ginger appeared beside her and peeked mischievously inside. Too embarrassed to speak she just gazed inside along with her, then looked back at Ginger. Both of them laughed, and Iris did her best to keep it sounding amused, and not embarrassed. As soon as her colleague drunkenly stumbled on, she did the same, heading for the parking lot to call herself a ride. Unlocking her phone to call the car, Iris thought What a fucking night… though quite unsure of what she meant by it.
