Like I had written a speech before I began spouting of begs, cries, and pleas. ‘Please shove it up my ass! Fuck me like the little slutty bitch I am... I want it! I need it! Fuck me!’ Callie obliged. She entered my hole viciously. Grabbing my hips so she could control her thrusts and dig deep inside me. I could feel her fake balls bouncing against my asshole as her large fake dick filled my ‘pussy’ (as she called it). After a while she grew tired and stopped humping. ‘Fuck my cock,’ she said. . "Love you too. See you later, Sweetheart." We hung up, and I went back to the store. The vibe was starting to migrate, and move around - I guess I had gotten myself wet down there without even noticing. I wanted to re-arrange it, but I couldn't without making it obvious , so I just did the shopping he'd asked for. When I was finally in line again the people behind me pressed closer in, and I could almost rub against them if I wasn't careful. That aroused me even more, because nobody knew what. He leaned down to the hole and whispered, "Come into my booth and let's finish this."This is something else I don't normally do, I obeyed. I stood up, and left my booth, he held his door half an inch wide, peering out at me and smiled and let me in. In his dark booth we had to stand very close. He had on straight porn, a Latina with a big bubble butt fucking a big white cock. It was dim in the booth, but I could see this guy was 5'10 and fit, very tan, like he worked outside. He was about. He had pearly white teeth and evenly plumped lips. When he smiled, his cheeks squished up ever so slightly, and his eyes lit up. He had a lovely, cheeky look. He was tall. Very tall. And very well-built. I could see his muscles through his black shirt, needing to be released from their imprisonment. I almost immediately imagined him without a shirt. Perfect. His skin was slightly tanned, and blemish free. Our fingers brushed as he handed me my drink. His hands were smooth. But the most.