0 comments/ 29833 views/ 0 favorites I Know What You Need By: SweetCherry Alissa smiled softly to herself. She looked at the helpless man on her bed. He groaned quietly and pulled against the bonds but he couldn't get free. She'd tied him too tight for that. Tied him just the way he liked it. She loved playing this game. David struggled slightly. He loved the feeling of helplessness that flooded over him. Here he was, on his belly, tied to the bedposts. He knew what was in store for him and it both frightened and thrilled him. "Look at me, David," Alissa commanded. He raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes widened as she slipped out of her green satin robe. He watched as it slid down her body and pooled around her feet. Slowly, his eyes traced up the length of her body. She wasn't a small woman. She was tall and sturdy and close to his own size. He enjoyed knowing that he was free to play with her as rough or gentle as he wanted to and not have to worry about hurting her. He also loved that she could and did take total control now and then and bring him to realize his own desires. He skimmed over her pale skin, groaning as he saw the sexy black bra and panties. The little gold clips that decorated them sparkled in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He held his breath and watched her every movement. He watched as she sat slowly on the edge of a chair. He wondered when she'd brought that in here. He'd not noticed it until just now. He watched as she opened the drawer of the night table. He shivered with delight when he saw her bring out the black and gold colored vibrator and run her hands over it. "Oh God, Alissa," he groaned. "You know what I want, what I like. You're going to do it again, aren't you?" Alissa just smiled sweetly. "Why, whatever are you talking about, David? Whatever could I have planned?" Her mock innocence drove him wild. His sweet wife, his wonderful partner. Always the lady in public. A mild flirt, but then again, that was to be expected. But close the bedroom door and she turned into a wild and wanton seductress. He alternated between cursing his luck and thanking his stars for the wild redhead that was Alissa. Alissa perched on the edge of the straight backed chair and crossed her legs coyly. He groaned again. How anyone could be so bloody coy and such a brazen hussy at the same time was beyond him, but damned if he didn't love it. Alissa smiled and purred softly as he struggled harder against the soft nylon ropes that held his wrists and ankles fast to the four corners of the bed. She was going to enjoy this as much as David was. "David," she said softly. "Look at me. I want you to see it all." David opened his eyes and was entranced as she began her little performance. Alissa rested her hands on her knees and slowly opened her legs, sliding her hands up the insides of her thighs as she spread then slightly. Her hands danced lightly over her thighs and her panty-clad mound and she wriggled on the chair, purring and moaning softly. She slipped a finger inside her panties and stroked along her wet slit, sucking in air through her clenched teeth. David whimpered at this. God, how he wanted to be the one stroking her. He longed to slide his fingers deep inside her. He knew from past experience that right about now she was dripping wet and aching for a good hard fuck. He wanted to bring his fingers from her sex and taste her honey, lick it from his fingers. Suck them til there was nothing left of her on them, then do it all over again. Just then Alissa cried out. His thoughts slammed back to her then. He looked to her again. He could see her fingers moving furiously under her panties. He cursed her cruelty. He knew what she was doing. He even could see it in his head. But she hid it behind her sexy black panties, just to torment him. "Alissa, for God's sake," he begged. She looked up at him with glassy eyes. She kept her fingers dancing inside her panties and just smiled wickedly at him. He watched as her hand moved down slightly inside her panties, and movements showed him she'd buried her fingers deep inside her pussy. She rocked her hips and whimpered a bit more. She was fucking herself with her fingers, he thought. And looking so damn sexy all the while. He was so hot for her. He found himself drawn to watch her every movement. His cock ached with need and he squirmed a little bit to better accommodate his swelling erection. He tried closing his eyes, to better ward off the images, but the sounds of her, the wet squelching and the moaning and gasping, made it impossible to block out. He opened his eyes again and saw she had pulled her panties over to let him now see what she was doing. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her quivering sex. Alissa suddenly tensed, shouting in wordless pleasure. David groaned with frustration as her body shuddered and shook from the intensity of her first orgasm. He'd been through this game before. This was the first of many she'd subject him to this night. She slowly stood from the chair then, stretching in satisfaction. Her legs appeared shaking slightly, though David supposed that was also something he was used to. She climbed onto the bed next to him and he groaned inwardly. His groan turned quickly to whimpers as she brought her glistening fingers to his lips. "Taste, David," she commanded. He eagerly opened his mouth and suckled her fingers like a hungry baby at his mother's breast. She tasted so sweet, he thought. He loved the taste of her. She murmured encouragingly as he continued to suckle, his tongue curling around her fingers to not miss a single drop. "I feel so sexy when you watch me, David," she whispered huskily. "I love knowing you can't take your eyes off me. I love the way you squirm and groan, the way you try to not fuck the mattress You must be so hot now," Alissa cood. "Oh yeah, Liss. Let me up, honey. Please. I want you so badly," he whimpered. Alissa just laughed softly. "Now David, you know that's not how the game is played. Be patient, lover. You'll get as much of me as you can handle soon enough." She slid up against him and began rubbing her wet panties against him. He gasped, always shocked to feel how wet this little escapade made her. She was such a wench, he thought. His sexy, sultry bitch-wife. He loved her for it, too. She shifted just then, and slipped her panties down her hips and tossed them aside. She repositioned herself then. He felt his skin burn as her hot, wet sex came into direct contact with his thigh. He could feel her still pulsing from her recent orgasm. He wished like anything he could rip his hands free and throw her down and satisfy his lust and hers. Alissa squirmed again and he felt her bare breasts pressing against his side and back as she half laid on him, kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulder. One of her hands slid along his back, down his ass and along his thigh before returning up to its original location. Alissa taunted him softly. "You know you want it, David. Tell me you do. I'll make you feel so good. Just like all those other times. I know what you need. Just say it, David. Say it." David shook his head, lying to both of them. Like the rest of it, this was part of the game. It was ritual, just like her little game earlier, making him watch as she masturbated on the chair. He whimpered, sounding more a little boy than the full grown man of 38 that he was. Alissa realized then that David needed more encouragement. Tonight he was being stubborn. Tonight she would have to show him she knew what he needed. She slid a hand under him, seeking his engorged cock, curling her fingers around it, squeezing and stroking slowly, feeling precum leaking all over her hand, his belly and the bed beneath. In his current position, she couldn't get much movement, but it was enough. He finally broke and cried out. "Christ, yes, Liss. Please. I want it! Need it! Just don't torment me anymore!" Her wickedly lusty laugh was music to his ears. He groaned as she tightened her grip on his cock for a moment before releasing him. He turned his head away and listened to the sounds of her rummaging through the drawers of the bedside table yet again. He knew what she was after. He knew soon his torment would be over, for the moment, at least. Alissa found what she'd been looking for and opened the tube, squeezing a liberal amount of lube into hand. She looked David and smiled to herself. There he was, his eyes squeezed shut and his whole body trembling. Anyone else might mistake it for fear, but she knew better. David loved this little game of hers. She invented it one evening after he'd confessed to her that he often fantasized about her taking control. Often wished she'd fuck him with that black and gold vibrator that she loved so well. It took her about a week to work the game out in her head, but ever since then, it was a fairly regular event in their home. She dipped her fingers into the lube in her hand and trailed a thin line of the cold gel across his ass. He jerked and moaned. "Alissa," he managed to groan. She chuckled a bit and lubed her fingers well before returning them to his anus. She prodded gently at first and purred her encouragement. "That's it, David. Be a good boy. Relax and I promise I'll make you feel so good. Ah, that's it. Yes," she cooed, slipping first one finger, then slowly adding a second into his eager ass. She fucked him slowly with the same fingers that had been in her sweet cunt not long before. Now and then, she removed them and added more lube, ensuring he'd be good and ready when the time came. David writhed under her fingers. He loved when she violated him like this. He loved being her fuck toy, loved the thought of her long thin fingers filling his ass. He loved the thought of that vibe of hers filling him fuller, making him come so hard. Suddenly, her fingers were gone. His eyes jerked open with the sudden shock of emptiness. He felt her shift and then knew she was ready. He turned and watched her curl her well-lubed hand around the vibe and stroke it, as if she was jacking it off. He looked into her eyes and she smiled gently at him. he felt a calm wash over him and the sense of near frantic panic that had begun to fill him a moment ago was gone. She shifted yet again, kneeling with his left leg between both of hers and turned the vibe on low. "Do you hear it, David? It's purring for you. It loves to fuck you. It loves hearing you whimper and moan. It loves making you come," she whispered as she brought the gold colored tip down the crack of his ass to circle his well lubed asshole. He cried out then, as she slipped just the tip into him, and raised his hips to meet it. Alissa chuckled. "You are an eager little thing tonight, aren't you?" she cood. David flushed with his own impatience. It just felt so damn good to have her take him like this, to surrender to her desires, and his own too, if he was being totally honest. He gasped as Alissa slowly slid the vibrator into his ass. He shivered with delight as it worked its way in deeper till he felt Alissa's fingers brush against his skin. He then realized she had slipped it in all the way without him even knowing it. She was so good, knew just how to do it so it never hurt him unless that's what he wanted. She leaned forward then and spoke in that low, husky sexy voice she had. "That's what you want, isn't it David? " "Christ, yes, Liss. I want you to...need you to fuck me. Please, honey." Alissa sat up then and tossed back her red curls. "My pleasure," she murmured as she began sliding the vibrator in and out of his sexy, eager ass. David raised his hips again and again, struggling to meet her strokes and drive it deeper. She knew he was on fire, needing desperately to release the built up sexual tension. She grinned and turned the toy up another notch, and grinned wickedly as she got the desired response. A single wordless shout, one of pure unadulterated pleasure as the vibrations tickled his bowels and sphincter. Alissa reached under David once more, curling her fingers around his cock again. His cock was hard and throbbing in her hand. Traces of lube still clung to her fingers, making his cock slip easily through her hand as she stroked him. Groaning, David writhed and squirmed under her, his thigh brushing against her sex, making her realize her own desires. She purred and ground herself against his leg, enjoying her own lust as it bloomed like a bright red flower in her mind. David's mind reeled at the sensation of her warm fingers on his cock and the vibrator buzzing like mad in his ass. He was soon unable to think at all, merely following the pleasurable instincts as they took over. He suddenly realized his thigh was soaking wet and somewhere in the back of his sex-clouded mind, he realized that Alissa was grinding her clit against it as she fucked him senseless. This was all he could bear. He cried out then as his balls clenched and tightened, shooting his white hot come all over his belly and the bed beneath him. His ass clamped down tight on the plastic phallus buried in his rectum and he shouted again and again as his body twitched and quivered. He lay there gasping, the vibe still buzzing in his ass, somewhat forgotten for the moment as Alissa continued to franticly work her clit over his thigh, seeking her own sweet release. Finally with a near-scream of triumph, she tensed and shuddered and fall to the bed beside him, her fingers still curled around his cock and the base of the vibrator. Panting, she slowly and gently removed it and turned it off, dropping it to the floor beside the bed and reaching for the small decorative knife from the table. She carefully sliced through the ropes that bound David to the corners of the bed and released him before once again curling up beside him. His arms encircled her then and pulled her close as he kissed her. "Oh God, Liss, thank you. Somehow you always seem to know just what I need. I love you, Alissa." She sighed softly against his chest, smiling to herself. "You're not the only one who needs that now and again, David," she said sleepily. David held her close, enjoying the feel of her warm body against him as she drifted off to sleep. Next time, he thought, he'd make sure to repay her for this favor. I Know What You Need This story was originally published on another web site but since it no longer exists I am re-publishing it on Literotica for the enjoyment of the members. I know what he needs Chapter One I know you've heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story, only the names have been changed.This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way. First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my younger days I was quite the beauty. I won several beauty contests and graduated high in my university. I have large breasts that seem to attract the kind of men that I really don't care for but I also have a nice body and most of all I have the ability to charm a man. Most men are very sexual when they are around me, they seem to sense in me the ability to be whatever they wish me to be. Take my second husband, please, he was a real prick. He saw me as a party girl, I became a party girl. He enjoyed watching men fuck me, he brought women home and went into orgasmic utopia when I sucked their pussies. We had threesomes, foursomes and more, but in the end he abused me and ignored me. It was during our divorce that I met SJ, he was a Police Detective I had approached to try and get evidence against my husband for the divorce. He was about 46 at the time, an attractive man but not someone I would normally associate with. SJ helped me immensely with my divorce, he was always there when I needed him and I became fond of him. I began to see him in a different sort of light. He became my friend and I his. He visited me for no other reason than to chat and keep my spirits up. At some point I began to realize that even though he was a friend he found me sexually desirable. Being the very sexual woman I was I led him on. We began to express our feelings about sex. I took his lead and what ever he spoke of I agreed, where ever his thoughts and fantasizes went, I followed with enthusiasm. I soon began to realize that SJ was very much taken by the act of cunnilingus. I even mentioned it to him once. "You're very oral aren't you?" I said to him as we sat talking. "Yes," he smiled sheepishly, "Very much, but primarily giving, notreceiving." I was a little surprised at his not wanting to receive oral sex but at the same time I was titillated by the thought that this man could be easily controlled by his desires. "Is that something you do often?" I inquired with a smile. "I only wish," he said with a sigh, "Mostly it's just a fantasy." We spent the rest of the evening together and that evening I allowed his wis to come true! We got a little drunk and started kissing, the kisses turned into deep kisses. We fondled each other. His fingers found my wetness and mine found his hardness. We slowly removed our clothing as we caressed and stroked each other. His passion overwhelmed him and with a little coaxing I soon had him on his knees, his face between my thighs. He was a good lover. His lips and tongue were as good, if not better,than any I had ever experienced. But it was his enthusiasm that set him apart from all my other lovers. He sucked with an intensity and hunger that I had never before encountered. He could never seem to get enough, his tongue was tireless, his mouth a vacuum for my many orgasms. We changed positions many times that night but always with me in control and always with his mouth attached to my pussy. I used him that night, used his mouth to wipe out all the abuse I had received from men over the years, I used his mouth to suck away all those memories, I used his mouth the way a man uses a woman's mouth, I fucked it, I came in it. I reveled in his servile behavior and I became intoxicated with the power that I had over him. I had never known such power before. Of course I had always had somesmall amount of power because I was able to use my body to get what I wanted, but always in a submissive way. The power I received from SJ was a totally different animal, it was mind control and I had it. It was a power that I would use over and over throughout our relationship. One that grew and grew until it became what it is today, total control. It was late into the night when I finally allowed him to slide his throbbing cock into my thoroughly sucked pussy. It didn't take him long. Within a few seconds he had spent himself inside me and lay gasping on top of me. I lay there contemplating what had just happened and what I could do with this new-found power when he began to slowly slide down my body. "Are you asleep?" he asked. I lay still and only opened my eyes enough to peek down at his face. "Are you asleep Pepper?" he asked again, some what louder. I onlymumbled and sighed, pretending I was asleep. I was very curious as to what he intended to do. When I gave no answer he waited for a few seconds and then, convinced of my slumber, slid down my body until his face was once again at my pussy. Suddenly I felt the heat of his tongue probing the edge of my labia. I held my breath as he gently licked, then softly took one lip into his mouth and began to suck it. I couldn't believe it, he was sucking my pussy after he had cum inside me. No one had ever done that, not even the queers that my ex-husband had brought home. I felt an excitement and lewdness rise up in me that went beyond all imagination. I moaned softly as he began to suck, I peered down over my belly into his face as he nuzzled further into my open cunt. His eyes were closed and there was a look of adoration on his face. I moaned softly and mumbled an approval of his behavior. Slowly as though trying not to wake me he lifted my knee and slid his head underneath. Now I could only see the top of his head so I opened my eyes to better watch this spectacle of obscene lust. I felt his mouth again, or rather his tongue as it probed deeply into my cunt. I moaned restlessly and moved my hips, responding as a sleeping woman might. Encouraged by my drowsy passion he slid his palms under my hips and pulled my cunt to his mouth. I again moaned, but this time in true yearning and allowed my thighs to open for him. I gently lifted my leg and slid it over his back, careful to maintain the illusion that I was still in a state of semi-consciousness. I felt my cunt open to him, displaying my flesh in a way that caused me to tremble with lust. I was rewarded by an immediate and powerful suction as his mouth sucked my swollen pubes inside his mouth . I could feel my juices, and his cum, flowing from my cunt to his mouth. I strained and forced more of his cum out of my pussy into his waiting mouth. He groaned loudly and sucked harder. I knew I had to maintain my little charade, I could not yet let him know that I was aware of what he was doing. He was doing this for himself, not for me, and I wanted him to enjoy it. I knew this was my hook, this was what would enslave him. As he sucked his cum from my cunt I could tell he was stroking himself. He had raised his hips and I could see his arm moving rapidly in a motion that could only be that of masturbation. It excited me to know that he was so aroused and I knew that arousal came from more than just sucking my cunt, it was so arousing because he was eating his cum. I wanted him to eat all he wanted! He must have stroked himself to exhaustion because finally in a long groan he raised himself from my pussy and moved his hips forward. I watched in amazement as he shuddered and then directed his hot cum on my waiting pussy. Once again his palms lifted my hips to his mouth and he hungrily lapped my pussy. His cum flowed from me along with my own as I has another orgasm. Later, much later, after he had removed every trace of his cum from my still throbbing pussy he slowly rose from the bed and dressed. Just before he left he knelt beside me and gently kissed me. I remember the overpowering aroma of my pussy that clung to his face and I wondered if he would wash it before he went home to his wife. It was several days before I saw him again. We had both been busy and it was not easy for him to get away from his wife in the evenings. Early one afternoon he arrived while I was washing my car. He said he only ha a few minutes so I offered to make coffee and we sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking. I kept expecting him to say some thing about our little session but he kept the conversation light and acted as though it had never happened. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I was kind of angry because I though if he would not grovel at my for another taste of my pussy he would at least thank me for a good time. As he stood and started to leave I decided to humble him. "Hey!" I said indignantly. "What?" he said and looked at me innocently. "Are you just going to walk out, don't I even get a kiss?" "Oh, oh sure," he said and stooped to kiss me one the mouth. I put my hand on his chest and shoved him back. He looked surprised and cocked his head to the side. "What?" he asked, his eyes so imploring. "It's not my mouth I want you to kiss," I said as I drew my skirt upover my thighs and spread my knees. He smiled timidly as he suddenly realized his error. "Ah.. ah.., well..,I didn't..." "You didn't what?" I asked, still a bit angry. "You really think I would't care if you just walked out without showing me how you feel." "No, no!" he exclaimed. "It's just that I can't stay long and I never intended to do anything." He stared at me, flushed, embarrassed and anxious of my demeanor. I knewhe wanted it, I could see it in his eyes as he darted his eyes back and forth between my pussy and my face. His lips licked nervously at his lips. "Bullshit!" I exclaimed. "You want it!" His eyes batted nervously as I pulled my skirt all the way to my hips. Ispread my legs wider and slid my hips to the edge of the chair. "You came here hoping for it," I said smugly."You want it right now. I can see it in your eyes." His tongue licked feverishly at his lips and he unconsciously began tothrust and flick it as I spread the lips of my pussy for him. "Come on," I coaxed. "Admit it" He hesitated, the desire plain on hisface. "You know, I wasn't totally asleep the other night. What you did really turned me on" His face immediately flushed red with embarrasement and lust. "Wouldn't you like to do it again, like right now" "Yes" he choked out. "If that would make you happy" "Oh I think it would make us both happy" I said and made an obscene licking motion with my tongue. As he slipped to his knees before me I raised my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. His palms cupped my ass and I smiled down at him and showed him with my tongue what I wanted him to do. My fingers clenched in his hair as I pulled his mouth to my waiting pussy. "Don't disappoint me" I warned. He didn't. An hour later as he was pulling out of my driveway I lay on my bed andchuckled, this was more than just sex, this was lecherous! Chapter Two We continued to meet about once a week, usually on Sunday afternoon. Itwas only time that he could get away from his wife without raising suspicion. He was very adamant about our being discreet and was terrified that his wife might find out what he was doing. It amused me to see him in such a state. I once asked him why he didn't just suck his wife's pussy. He told me she was very religious and didn't think it was right. I knew he was lying, I never met a woman yet who didn't love having her pussy sucked by their husband. In fact I know quite a few ladies like me who date married men for that one simple reason, married men like to suck pussy but they don't want to suck their wives. Why you ask? Because they are afraid of rejection. They can't show that submissive, groveling side of their sexuality to their wives because they would loose their wives respect. Hah, if they only knew! I suppose it's a good thing though, because without that wide gulf between husband and wife I might not ever get my pussy sucked! Anyway, I'm getting away from my story. Our weekly meetings had almost become a ritual, almost boring. He would come over, we would drink a little, watch a porn movie that he rented and then he would suck my pussy for the rest of the evening. And like always I would allow him to cum inside me, slide down to my pussy and suck his cum from my pussy. Now me saying it was boring does not mean that I didn't like the sucking part. God knows next to a great big hard cock I like a tongue best. In fact unless a guy's got around eight inches and it's hard as a piece of spring steel I'd rather have a tongue. But it was the ritual of the thing. I knew exactly what was going to happen every time. When things get that way I get bored. I got so bored I finally decided to get what I hadn't been getting, a nice stiff cock. It wasn't hard to do, I've still got a good bod and I know how to turn on the charm and the sexuality. I fucked several young men over the next few weeks, one of them even sucked my pussy. He certainly was no match for SJ, but one of the younger men had a cock that was to die for. Smooth, thick and long, the head was the size of a silver dollar and when it was deep in my pussy it reached deeper than any cock I had ever fucked. I'll call this young man Chris, he will become important later on. I also became friends with a man who was about the age of SJ. We'll call him Jerry. Jerry was the kind of immoral person that I liked. He wasn't ashamed of what turned him on, in fact he got off totally telling me what he liked. He's also a guy who I wouldn't fuck if he were the last man on earth. It's not that I despised him, he was just to common, to open, no hang-ups. Nothing was too humiliating or degrading nor did he even feel they were. He just wasn't any fun, except his stories! Now Jerry wasn't gay but he thought it very sporting to go to one of the local peep shows where there were invariably gay men. At these peep shows there were booths where you could go in, close the door, lock it and then watch porno movies. Also in the booths were holes about three inches across, about crotch level. Jerry would start watching the movies but he would keep an eye on the holes. Sooner or later, he said, he would see some thing at the hole. Some times it would be a finger, rubbing around the hole. At other times it would be a pair of lips or an open mouth. Jerry, still watching the move would slide up to the hole and feed his cock into the waiting mouth of whom ever was on the other side. He would continue to watch the movie while the anonymous mouth sucked him to orgasm. He would cum in the mouth and then after waiting a few minutes quietly leave the booth and go home. Jerry's little escapades were amusing and titillating and I began to get ideas. They next time SJ came to the house I made up my mind that afternoon he would go home with his cock still hard. We started out as usual, a few drinks, a porn movie and a little petting. I could tell that SJ was getting ready to scoot under my dress and take me to heaven with his tongue but I held him off, telling him I wanted to talk. He seemed a little disappointed but was sweetly patient. I told him about my friend Jerry. I told him about the things he had done at the peep show. SJ became a little bit uneasy when I spoke of Jerry letting someone suck his cock. In fact he looked down right embarrassed. He finally admitted to me that he also visited the peep show onoccasion. He tried to kiss me when I asked if he had ever had his cock sucked at the peep show but I moved away and became more serious. I asked again! He looked at me and I knew he wanted to tell me. "Come on, tell me, you can trust me," I said amiably. I knew he had! His face was red and he was nervously licking his lips. "Yes," he said, but some thing was wrong. He became even more nervous,he began sucking his lower lip. There was some thing more, some thing he wasn't telling me. Thoughts tore through my mind, no, it couldn't be, not SJ. "You know, Jerry said that one time he got down on his knees and put his mouth to the hole" I said, lying through my teeth. "He said as soon as he did a cock was shoved into his mouth and he sucked on it for a few minutes." I looked SJ straight in the eyes and I knew! He was really nervous nowand as I glanced down I noticed that his crotch was bulging. "Have you ever done that?" I said with a leer. "Have you ever sucked acock in those little booths?" He saw me looking at his crotch. "I'm not queer!" he exclaimed andstood up to go. "Okay, okay," I said. "I apologize. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Butit would really turn me on to know you had sucked some ones cock in one of those dark little booths." He still looked flustered and he still had that nervous lick but he it was obvious that no longer felt threatened. "You mean it excites you to think of one man sucking another man's cock?" "Well sure," I chuckled. "Don't men like to see women eat each others pussies?" "I guess you're right," he said after a moment of thought. "And I've had a few pussies in my face from time to time." "Really?" he said with a strange little smile. "Yep, and I liked it," I said, lying again. "So if you did suck a cock in the booth it wouldn't bother me, but if you did and you lie about it I'll get angry." He looked at me, his eyes pleading with me. Slowly his shoulders stoopedand he let out the sigh I had been waiting for. "You did do it," I said, my leer returning. "You sucked some guy'scock." "Yes," was all he said and then he sat down beside me. "I want to hear about it, from the beginning to the end. Don't leave out anything." As it turned out it wasn't much of story... He had been visiting the place every so often but on this one particular day he was feeling extremely horny. He had watched some porn films and one of them was about she-males. He said that one in particular had caught his attention. She was a young blonde and outwardly she looked like a beautiful young woman. She had tits and her body was smooth and curvy. The young woman, or man if you prefer, went to a peep show similar to the one he and Jerry had visited. She would let guys watch her go into a booth and then when she heard the door close on the booth next door she would sidle up to the hole. She would look through the whole until the man bent over to peer through from his side. At that point she would raise her short little mini-skirt and wave her more than ample cock at the hole. SJ described the cock and by the time he was through I was ready to suck it myself. He said that then the blond would slide her cock through the hole, milk it gently until a drop of pre-cum appeared on the end. At that point the scene switched to the man's booth and there was a great shot of him taking the blond's cock into his mouth. SJ confided that it made him so hot he decided to get his cock sucked. "You were just going there to do your usual thing?" I asked. "Yes, I was gonna let some queer suck me and then I was going to leave." "Okay, so you're in the arcade, what happens?" "There was a girl there, looking at magazines." "Uh huh," I chuckled, knowing what was coming next. "Go on." "And dammed if she didn't look just like the one in the movie," he said with a glint in his eye. "That was when I saw the poster on the counter. It was her. She was making a special appearance at the peep show to advertise her movie." "You didn't see the poster when you rented the movie?" I asked. "I guess I saw it but I didn't pay that much attention to it."