0 comments/ 33932 views/ 1 favorites Kelly at 25 By: Kellysed 25 is such a good age. Old enough to have voted a couple of times; old enough to rent a car. Old enough to know something about yourself, but not so old that you’ve given up on yourself. Young enough to have a great body without working at it, and young enough to have some arrogance about that. At 25, Kelly was in a good place. Living where she wanted to--in San Francisco, home of liberal-thinking righteous people and great food. Doing what she wanted to do for a living; working at a way cool computer company where she never had to dress up in anything nicer than clean jeans and a sweater, and where she could design truly slick-looking laptops that she got to see people using in the airports she flew into and out of on a regular basis. Making pretty good money; living in a nice apartment with Fred, a street-thug alley cat that put up with her unpredictable comings and goings and her constantly changing boyfriends. But Fred didn’t much like the latest one. For once, Kelly ignored his opinions (Fred was generally a pretty good judge of character, but she decided this time he was wrong). Edward was a Hollywood producer, worked with some of the biggest names in the business, and spent money on her and took her places. He was 42, a good age for a man, successful, smooth, well-dressed and articulate. He’d fly up to San Francisco for the weekend, and they’d go to the best restaurants, spend hours in his hotel room having sex. Shop during the day. And he had taught her things. After a randomly promiscuous early youth, Kelly knew she had a sex drive that could get out of control and had told herself she was on top of it now. Sure, she still sometimes found herself in bed with men whose names she couldn’t remember, under the influence of far too much alcohol and sometimes pot or drugs, but that didn’t happen as often as it used to. And she was having fun. Right? Then Ed came along, shooting a movie in the city. They met when her company sent her to the set to provide rental computers for the crew and Kelly sat down with Ed to talk over details. He looked her straight in the eyes; something men don’t always do with women. He listened when she talked business and took her seriously. He asked her out to dinner and didn’t expect her to do all the work; picked the restaurant, made the reservations, picked her up AND paid for it. Nice. She held out until the second date; maybe not as long as some women would, especially nowadays, but long enough to at least not look like a total slut. Of course, she’d had a few glasses of that exquisite expensive wine he’d ordered over dinner, and then some very nice cognac afterward, so maybe her inhibitions were a little unleashed. When they got back to the hotel that night, she was a little wobbly stepping out of the cab. Stumbled, once, on her spike-heeled shoes walking into the lobby of the St. Francis. He caught her expertly; how often, she wondered, did he rescue slightly drunk women? Though he’d had even more to drink than she had, he looked and acted entirely sober. Still in control; smiling evenly, even fondly, at her slight wooziness. He took her by the elbow and steered her into the elevator. “Are you alright, honey? Shall we get room service to bring up some coffee?” “No, no, I’m fine. Just not used to these shoes--they’re new.” He smiled. “Of course. The shoes.” The doors opened and they stepped out onto the floor; elegant, as the St. Francis had always been. Patterned carpet; molding on the walls framing large ornate mirrors over the side tables holding house phones. He reached to take her arm again, though she was walking fine now. Reached for the doorknob at his room, slid the key in and out and opened the door for her. Such a gentleman, always. Inside the room, she could see that he was also a neat gentleman; she’d expected that. Everything perfectly in order. Bed made--by the maid, of course--and his laptop closed on the desk, neat stack of papers and scripts next to it. Palm cradle plugged in and waiting patiently. No clothes visible; not even a suitcase. She could see the closet door open a little, and there were suits and shirts hanging in neat rows, shoes lined up on the floor. He closed the door carefully behind her, putting the Privacy hanger on the knob. Shot the bolt. “Some music, perhaps?” he said, moving to the Bang & Olufsen CD player set up by the window. He didn’t wait for her answer, pulled something out of a jewel case and popped it in. Classic jazz oozed out of the speakers; not her taste, really, she’d go more for some Nirvana, maybe Elvis Costello or some older rock, but this was OK. There was an unopened bottle of cognac on his end table, VSOP. He unwrapped the foil from its stem and uncorked the bottle, pouring a little into two snifters. Handed one to her. “To our friendship,” he said, tilting the glass. “To our friendship,” she echoed, and swallowed the entire contents--only to see he’d just sipped his. Ah well. There were a couple of chairs in the corner of the large room, and he sat in one. She walked--a little more steadily--to the other, turned and settled her nice firm 25-year-old ass in it, feeling the soft cushion underneath her, aware that her pussy was twitching. Jesus, the damn thing is uncontrollable, she thought. “So how did you get into the computer business? It’s an unusual one for a girl--sorry, woman. And you’re good at it.” “I always liked them. When I was little I played with my parents’ computer, learned how to use it before I started kindergarten--I learned how to read on their computer, watching my Dad work over his shoulder. Just sort of second nature.” She crossed and uncrossed her legs, not sure how to sit in the enveloping chair. Worse, her cunt was getting more insistent; she could feel its wetness, worried that the short skirt meant she’d stain the chair with her juice. Her thin gauzy panties, so fashionable, were in direct contact with the fine upholstery since the skirt had ridden up when she sat down. “Were you and your Dad close? Sounds like you must have been.” “Oh, yeah. He was my buddy. I still miss him.” “He’s dead?” “Yeah he went out sailing alone one night, took my Laser out for a short night sail and never came back. Coast Guard searched and searched; they found the boat, finally, mast broken and all beaten up, but never found him.” “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to open an old wound.” “It’s OK. Been a few years. I miss him, but it’s not as intense as it used to be.” She found herself staring at him, at his face; a few lines around his mouth, but not that many. Some grey hair; just a little, at his temples, looked distinguished. In fact, he might have dyed it there...well, whatever. Very distinguished-looking man, handsome, fit and slender. Without realizing what she was doing, her eyes drifted down...checked out his chest (nice; not huge, but solid), his arms (good forearms, well-developed muscles without being Popeye-ish), and his package. Though he was wearing pleat-front pants, she could see the swelling between his legs. Unless one of the pleats had been overly starched, it was giving him a bit of a pup-tent effect, and she almost giggled before she realized he was looking at her, saw where she was looking. “See something you like?” he asked. “Nice pants. Are those wool? Doesn’t that get a little itchy under the hot lights?” “Very fine gabardine. Not itchy. They fit so well and drape so nicely I wear them all the time. But I didn’t think that was the target of your attention.” Well, shit, what’s to lose? “You were right.” He said nothing, just smiled and reached toward her, hand outstretched. She smiled back and looked at his hand. Reached out and took it, unsure what he intended to do. He stood up; she stood up. He led her to the bed. Here we go again, she thought. A too-quick semi-satisfying time that will leave me wet and wanting more, and then in the morning hating myself for being so easy. But he was moving slowly, deliberately, and treating her body as if it was something very special, not just a means to an end. He sat her down on the bed, gently pushing on her shoulders to make her sit. Then he kneeled in front of her and reached up to her blouse and unbuttoned it carefully, easing each tiny disc through its hole with the very tips of his fingers, feeling the fabric as he ran his hands down the placket to the next button. When he reached the bottom, he spread the blouse open and looked at her, running his eyes over her skin as if they were hands. He pushed the blouse back, peeled the sleeves from her arms, and reached behind her to unhook her bra. All of this slowly, gently, with intense concentration. No rushing, grabbing, reach for the most important parts. He touched her skin as if every nerve ending counted, and her skin responded with every nerve ending it had. Now she could feel her clit swelling, pushing against the gauze panties. Her bra off, he stood her up and stepped back. “Very nice,” he said. “Very nice indeed. You have a beautiful body. I assume you know that?” “I suppose so. Some days it looks better than others.” “I doubt that.” He came closer again, and reached behind her for the zipper on her skirt. She heard and felt it go down; the metallic vibrato of its teeth unhooking buzzed in her ears, sounded incredibly loud in the soft jazz air of the room. The skirt slipped to the floor on its own and she stepped out of it. He picked it up, folded it, placed it over the back of the chair. Then he turned back to her and put his hands on the insides of her ankles, circling them with his fingers and thumbs, an “o” around each one. He smiled up at her as he did that, a question on his face she couldn’t comprehend. His hands opened, and he slowly--deliberately--ran his fingers up the insides of her calves, her knees, the insides of her thighs, stopping just before he would have touched her damp panties, felt the heat of her swollen pussy. Took his hands down to her ankles again doing that “o” thing with them then ran them up the outsides of her legs to the elastic band of her underwear, and eased the gauzy panties down, stopping with them at her knees to look closely at her. His face was inches from her pubic hair (Damn, she thought, why didn’t I trim it like I was thinking I should?); she could feel his breath on her mound, tendrils of it licked her clit but his tongue did not. Yet. He resumed, and she stepped out of her panties. He stepped back again, took in a breath. Locked his hands behind his back and rocked on his heels. “You are just beautiful.” “Thank you.” She felt a little awkward, but at the same time the warmth in her cunt was spreading, intensifying. The way Ed stood there and looked at her, it was almost like sex; she could feel his eyes, her skin tingling where they touched. She felt almost helpless to move, anchored in place by his gaze. “Lie back on the bed,” he told her. She sat down on its edge, pushed herself back. “Now spread your legs.” Still seemed a little odd, but so far he hadn’t even touched her, soshe spread her legs. As she did, she heard the wet sounds of her labia opening; knew that he had a perfect vantage point to see her pussy open wide, see how slick it already was. I’m taking orders, she thought. Doing whatever he tells me to do. This from an independent woman? Someone who says she doesn’t need a man to run her life? But it feels good...well, what the hell. “I want you to touch yourself. Take your right hand, and slip a finger inside your cunt.” He still hadn’t moved from his standing position a few feet away from her, hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing. Her right hand lifted itself from beside her; she watched it as it slid down her flat belly, past her protruding hipbones, into the nest of pubic hair below. Felt it as if it were someone else’s hand as her middle finger reached further, dipped into her vagina. Felt the fiery wet grip of her cunt muscles as she started to come, and the motion of her hand as she started to pump-- “Stop! Take it slow. Take your hand away.” No questions; no “please,” or “would you.” She removed it from her pussy. “Now SLOWLY use your index finger to touch the tip of your clit. Nothing fast; just slow strokes.” It felt as if he held her hand and controlled it as she touched herself; an electrical current shot from that single fingertip into her clitoris. Her body jumped, convulsed with pleasure as she forced herself to stroke SLOWLY, her cunt squeezing, wetness dripping from it onto the nice silk bedspread. “Bring your fingers up to your mouth, and suck them. I want you to taste yourself.” This was new, too. Plenty of times men had wanted her to taste them, but not herself. The flavor was almost like the wine they’d drunk at dinner; dry, tart, but slippery-creamy. Warm and smooth. He stepped closer, now, until he was standing between her legs. He reached out with his right hand, palm up, and cupped her ass, trailed his fingers up her vulva, rubbed her clit with his palm. She moaned, gasped, and pushed herself against his hand, rubbing and about to come. He pulled his hand away. The cool air was a shock to her pussy when his warmth was gone. But she was still aroused, so aroused she saw the flush on her chest, saw that her nipples were erect and the aerolae contracted and tight. “Turn over.” His voice was a little different; more urgent, harder. She rolled over onto her stomach, ankles dangling off the end of the bed. She felt him grab her ankles and pull her down, further toward the end, so that her legs bent at her hips, her ass exposed and jutting. His fingernails start at her ankles, one hand over each leg. He applies just enough pressure that the scratches almost hurt; sharp sensations, taut, leave behind warm trails on her skin. He runs his nails up the backs of her legs. Behind her knees; spreading out over the backs of her thighs, one of the sharp hot lines scratches the crease between thigh and pussy but doesn’t touch. Up her ass, still dragging hard enough to nearly cause pain, he drags his fingernails on her skin. The lines stop; then his nails are on her shoulders, drawing lines down her arms. He ends with his index fingers in her palms, and digs in to the point of pain she’s about to squeal in protest, when he stops. As soon as the nail is gone from her hand, heat replaces pain and she is surprised to find that her palm is an erogenous zone; the feeling pulls a response from her cunt, warm juices flowing. He’s not touching her, but she can feel him standing behind her. As if his mind had power over her, she doesn’t turn to see him; she tries to read him without looking, to predict what is coming next. But she’s not prepared for the spanking. Hard; his open palm slaps her ass cheek, flesh left open, exposed, innocent and vulnerable. The sting makes her squirm, her eyes tear, then the same hand is between her legs--gentle--stroking her cunt, a single finger on the tip of her clit, vibrating, rubbing, making the hard button red and harder, and her pussy spasms. Two fingers slide in; she can hear the liquid, the come she’s already lubricated herself with now greases his hand, gives his fingers deeper access to her cunt. He reaches within her and probes her G-spot, and her fingernails start to tear holes in the sheets. Her ass is in the air, in his face, as she comes hard and reaches for her pussy with her right hand. “No.” He slaps her hand, then spanks her again, hard; stinging, yelping. It just makes her orgasm more intense. She’s screaming, shouting, fucking his fingers, sucking them with her slippery hole. As she peaks, gushing pussy juice, he pulls his fingers out and she hears the zipper on his pants, feels his cock plunge into her fiercely, feels the near-rape as he shoves himself deep inside her, fucks and fucks and fucks her until the darkness behind her closed eyelids goes white and she loses consciousness. She’s lying on her back when her eyes open, covered, like a child, with a soft blanket. Room service has come; there are raspberries, and chocolate, and wine. He’s dressed, watching her. “Are you hungry? I thought you might be. Come have a bite.” It’s as if nothing happened; as if the pain that became pleasure, the violent sex, were a dream and she a sleepy fantasizer. “The wine is a nice aged Madeira. Soft and sweet and rounded, like you.” Kelly At The Cashwrap It had been a long day and Kelly stood at the cashwrap in the bookstore absentmindedly flipping through a copy of PEOPLE magazine. Deciding that Kelly needed a little playful stress relief, her co-worker Jon fell to his knees just out of her view and crawled silently along the floor until he was behind her. He carefully lifted her long, flowing skirt and scooted up under it. “Whoa!” she said twitching awkwardly as if someone had goosed her. Jon wasted no time in pulling her red silky lace thong panties down her smooth legs to her ankles. Kelly obviously realized now what was happening but never protested. Jon admired her damp, clean-shaven slit in the less than stellar dimness within the skirt and ran a finger along its edges. He slipped the finger in his mouth for a tangy taste of Kelly and then spread her lips apart and inserted his digit. She spread her legs a bit more as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter down there by the second. It was hard to hear from under her clothes but Jon heard something and Kelly suddenly stopped bouncing from one foot to the other. He pushed his finger in and out of her wetness and was surprised to be rewarded with a rap on the top of his head through the skirt. He heard nervous laughter and a “Hiiiii, there! How are you today” Apparently, Kelly had a customer. After only a moment, Jon decided that this news meant nothing to him and he resumed his explorations of her girlish charms. The aroma was intoxicating, like a musky honey barbecue sauce. He stuck his face directly into her twat and ran his tongue around her bulging lips in quick circles. The man at the desk had obviously asked some sort of simple question and Kelly had been able to point him in the right direction without leaving her spot. She spread her legs more to accommodate her fellow employee’s invading tongue. Jon thought he heard her sigh. He knew she was appreciating his attentions because her juices were getting more plentiful and more pungent. He adjusted himself on the floor and grabbed her right ass cheek with one hand while the other found her clit. He knew enough to be gentle with the little nub at first, concentrating more on the now squishy in and out action. He pulled her labia out and began sucking her flavors off of them. In the meantime, he began running the fingers of his other hand up and down the crack of Kelly’s ass, teasing the nerve endings of her butt hole before finally slipping a pussy-lubed finger inside up to the second knuckle. Again, Kelly jumped but this time, she was wiggling and her legs were shaking. “Ohhhhhh…”, she sighed, as quietly as possible. Her head was pulled back and her eyes were closed. Her hands clutched tightly to the edges of the cashwrap while goosebumps began to form on her arms and legs. “Ahem.” The old man she had helped before was back and ready to be rung up. “Oh!” she said. “I am SO sorry!” Again, she rapped Jon’s head through her skirt, harder this time. Again, he ignored her. She tried to pull her legs together to get him to stop but he wouldn’t let her. Instead, he drove his finger in and out of her juiced up rectum and his tongue began dancing around with her clit. He would place his whole lips around it and then pull them off slowly with a “pop,” immediately giving it a tongue bath after each attempt. With wobbly, goosebumped legs squeezing in on his head, now, he could tell it was time to go for the kill. “Will…uhhh…will that …be-Ohh!-I mean, all. Will that be all, sir?” “I believe that’ll…” “OHH!!! Sorry. I am SO sorry.” “Young lady, are you all right?” “Huh? Who me? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Oh, yesssss…..Ungh! Let me ring you up.” Jon’s face was soaked with her musky juices but he would not let up. He loved her thick, sweet taste and right at this moment it was all his. “That’ll be $17.99….ungh! sir. ‘ It was hard for her to stand, now, let alone keep her composure in the middle of the sale but she was making a valiant effort. All things come to an end, however, and, just as she was counting back the change from the older gentleman’s twenty, Jon nipped ever so lightly at her clit with his teeth and she went over the edge. “Ohhhh…no, oh, no, oh no! God, yes! Oh, my God! Unnnnngh! Yessss, Oh, honey, oh, baby, oh, yesssssss.” Her knees gave out and she collapsed about halfway to the floor, being stopped only by Jon’s continued presence beneath her dress. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, flushed and sweating. “Ohhh, my!” She giggled in embarrassment and handed the customer his purchase. “Well, thanks for coming, sir.” “Oh, no. My dear.” He said with a knowing wink. “Thank YOU for coming. It’s good to see a store where people know how to have fun at work. I think I’m going to go home and, uh…kiss my wife. Good night and, thanks again. “ Kelly had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. She rapped Jon on the head yet again under her skirt. This time, though, he pulled himself out from under and both of them collapsed to the floor laughing. END Kelly at the Gloryhole I watched as Kelly walked half a block ahead of me, the short skirt moved teasingly in the evening breeze, bouncing back and forth, her light brown hair was swaying across her shoulders. I thought of her smooth shaven pussy, naked, being tickled by the occasional gust of wind, each of which threatened to expose her to passers-by. I remembered the look on the faces of those guys at the club when she pulled up her skirt to sit her naked behind on the sofa, exposing her entire thigh to them. I'd never seen such hopeless pool-playing. When her strap fell and exposed her right breast just oh-so-close to the nipple, I thought they'd die. I loved sitting at the bar, watching, knowing the show was really for me. That my exhibitionist little lover was creaming that sofa in front of a bunch of horny jocks just to have me want her more. Ah, love, the things we'll do... I caught up to her and took her arm. I was getting bored with this little parade. I gestured towards an alley, she knew what I wanted. With a smile a wink, she started skipping down the alley, flashing her naked ass and pussy as she went. Once we were far enough from the street she turned to me, pulling her skirt up past her cute little belly. Her legs were spread just slightly as she shrugged the straps from her shoulders exposing her perfect little breasts to the moonlight. Then, grinning, she turned and continued down the alley, neither dropping her skirt nor adjusting her straps until we were almost back into the street. Even then, she waited until she was back on the sidewalk before she pulled the straps up. Some people passing by caught a quick glimpse, but she hurried past them. We had another stop on our schedule... The sex shop on Jamieson Street wasn't your typical dark, dirty little place. The management keep everything well-lit and spotless, trying to encourage the couples trade over the lonely pervert crowd, so it wasn't that unusual to see the two of us come in. Even when I bought the tokens for the "peep-show" booths, it didn't raise any eyebrows. Couples often came in to see the vids in the booths, usually on a dare or as a drunken, post-clubbing lark. Kelly and I'd been here before and the staff were used to us. Kelly once had a glorious day trying on various kinky outfits in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, parading around topless, bottomless, and even virtually nude for the delighted patrons, including Cheryl, the vinyl-wearing babe with the jet-black hair and the pierced nipples (she'd shown them to us on several occasions, trying to tempt Kelly into getting hers done). Cheryl made it obvious how much she enjoyed dressing and undressing Kelly in the various schoolgirl, maid, naughty-nurse and whip-bitch outfits. We took several of them home, but not Cheryl. At least, not yet... She smiled at the young, rather plain-looking guy behind the counter as she followed me into the back room where the peep-show booths were. She told me later that she'd flipped up the back of her skirt, mooning him and another man in the store, but alas, I missed it. We went it and picked booths on either side of the aisle, ("better to start slow," we always say), dropping some tokens and watching the shows. I was especially wrapped up in a vid of some typical, blond, big-breasted girl getting "facialled" by a group of dumping, sad-looking guys when I heard Kelly's door creak open, I peeked through the door and saw her with her dress wrapped around her waist, teasing her pussy with her fingers. She quickly closed the door, not wanting to rush things. I got up and stood outside her booth. She'd turned down the volume on the vid, so I could hear a voice egging her on. Nothing original, just the typical "yeah baby" and "play with that clit." I guess when you're watching through a "gloryhole" and see a gorgeous woman with an amazing body play with herself, making clever conversation is a low priority. Anyways, I listened for a little bit until I heard Kelly moan with a minor orgasm, then I opened the door and climbed in, smiling at a young guy who took a nice, long look at her tits while his jaw hit the floor. I motioned toward the booth opposite her and he must have managed to get the hint because as I sat down and pulled her to me for a hot kiss, I heard him basically chase the older man who'd watched the masturbation show out of the booth with a growled, "Share the wealth, old man!" The man was probably so embarrassed getting caught with dick in his hands that he bolted, and our new friend took a seat as I lifted Kelly's dress off over her head... I faced Kelly towards the hole in the wall reaching around to play with her nipples and to spread her legs apart. As her audience grunted his approval, I stuck my index finger into her pussy, then into my mouth to taste how hot she was getting. I gently nudged her toward the opening until her mouth was near the hole. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the fingers that poked through the hole. I listened to her sucking those fingers through a hole that dozens of men stuck their slimy cocks through and I pulled out mine and placed it against her ass. She humped back at me, moved her ass up and down, still licking at the hole in the wall and some stranger's mouth. Just when I was about to enter her, however, she got off the bench and knelt on the floor! I'd seen Kelly do some wild things, but watching as she knelt down on that cum-smeared floor, rubbing her knees into the congealed jizz, ever I was impressed! She held her tits up to the opening, letting the stranger pinch them, moaning and fingering herself all the while. Finally, she whispered through the hole, and asked her new friend to show her his cock. Usually, Kelly likes to tease a cock with her fingers and tongue for a bit, but this time she just wrapped her lips around it and sucked it all down. She bobbed her head up and down on this guy's dick as I heard her moan her second orgasm of the visit. Relaxing a bit when she recovered she rubbed the tip of the cock over her nipples, then all over her beautiful face, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it went. Then, before I knew what was happening, she stood up and turned to face me. Her knees and calves were covered with filth and old spunk, her face and tits had a glossy sheen. She's looked amazing! She then reached between her legs and, grasping the stranger's cock, bent down and put it in her cunt, looking me in the eye all the while. She closed her eyes and smiled as her ass hit the wall of the booth and I knew he was as far in as he could reach, considering the circumstances. The wall began to shake slightly as he began thrusting. Kelly leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth balls deep, finally some relief.... Unfortunately, Kelly wasn't letting anyone get off just yet, except herself, of course. She mouthed me until I was almost ready to shoot, then stopped to tease my shaft and ball with her tongue, giving me the most evil grin while she did it. She wasn't ready for her unknown lover to get his rocks off either, as she pulled off of his still-pumping cock(a hilarious sight) and began the up-and-down motion of her ass I knew well. She wiped some juice from her snatch over her asshole, then once again held his cock as it went into her. This time, she couldn't even get my cock in her mouth, she just held on to it for dear life (not to tight, thank goodness!) as this stud pounded her tight little ass. She looked like a porno slut-queen and I loved her for it. When she'd adjusted to the fucking, she began to jerk my cock, drooling on it for lube and licking the head frantically. After all of this, I didn't last long and felt myself tense up. When I came, she held my cock against her face, getting cum all over her cheeks and hair. Then she wiped up what had landed on my lap with her tits, pulling away from her lover only momentarily before slamming her ass back against the wall of the booth to continue. Finally, when her new friend started to cum, she pulled off of his cock, falling to her knees on the scum-stained floor of the peep-show booth and leaning her head back against the wall as his cock shot wad after wad of hot, steaming cum all over her legs, stomach, breasts, and face. When he was about finished, she turned over and took it in her mouth, licking it clean of the shit and scum of her ass... After it was all over, she just knelt there on the floor, and I was afraid she might be regreting how far she'd gone, but then I noticed that she was rubbing her knees in the jizz staining the floor as she rubbed the rest into her tits and stomach. Then she stood up and took off her shoes, which had stayed on through all of this, and rubbed her feet into the wasted spunk, soaking it between her toes before replaced her shoes, soaked the insides of them with cum. She then used her dress to wipe up any stray cum off of my belly before slipping it over it head and letting it slide down over her sticky body, rubbing it into the jizz she was wearing, staining it and making it obvious what had just happened. She hadn't touched the cum in her hair or on her face though... As we left the both, onlookers tried to get close to Kelly, but a warning look from me chased them off as I led her by the hand back into the store. She looked like a party-favour at Caligula's. Clumps of cum in her hair and all over her face, sticky stains on her dress and her legs. We went to the counter where the plain-looking guy had resumed his post. Cheryl was just getting up. "Well, you look magnificent!" she gushed. "I'm sorry I didn't get to watch." She ran her finger over Kelly's cheek, scooping up a gob of cum and slowly licking it off. "Hopefully next time." The plain-looking guy gulped and looked down at the floor, blushing. Kelly leaned over the counter and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "Thanks for the fuck, Rob." "Plain-looking" (sad, but true) Rob grinned and continued to look downward. Strange, how shy he seemed considering what they'd just done. Maybe it was the safety of the wall between them. Whatever, it was time for us to go home. Kelly'd had her fantasy of an fucking a "stranger," and we didn't have to worry about a nut stalking us or of her catching anything. Well, of course, we'd made little Rob take several blood tests before we'd agreed to come in set up that little scene. You don't think we'd do all that with a real stranger, do you? Kelly at the Gloryhole I absolutely had to get this true story down the first chance I had before I could forget any of the details. Not that I could easily forget the images that are ingrained in my mind after the surprise outing last night. It was about six-thirty when my girlfriend Kelly arrived home and told me to wash up because she had a surprise for me. I love surprises so after my shower, I anxiously waited as she took hers and then spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom getting ready. When she finally appeared, I was more than a little pleased at the outfit that she had put on. She was wearing a black skirt made from some thin material that clung to her body and a red blouse that had the top two thirds of the buttons open. She had taken the time to put on make-up, which explained the delay in the bathroom, and was wearing what she calls her "ghetto fabulous" earrings. They are rather large gold hoops that I had bought her on a trip to the Middle East. Overall, the look that she had going was extremely sexy and a little bit slutty. Just the kind of thing to get me going. When she bent down to put on her shoes, I noticed that the stockings she was wearing were actually thigh highs and ended in a tight lace band just above the bottom of her skirt. I wasn't sure where we would be going with her dressed like that, but I couldn't wait to find out. I quickly grabbed my jacket and was about to put it on when she told me to hold on, we weren't leaving just yet. "But I thought we were going out", I said. "We are. . .in a little. Can't you wait or are you in that much of a rush?" I had to admit that I really didn't care what we did, stay in or go out, I just knew I was almost jumping out of my skin with excitement over getting a surprise and getting to see her dressed this way. "Why don't you have a seat at the table?" She asked. I did as she suggested and watched as she got some of our liquor bottles off the shelves. I recognized immediately what she was making us even before she put the ingredients down in front of me. Irish Car Bombs are one of my favorite drinks when I'm trying to get drunk and I could see that she made mine extra strong with a double shot of whiskey. "Here's to new things", she said as she raised her glass. "To new things", I replied before we both dropped the shot glasses into the Guinness and pounded the resulting foamy concoction. We ended up doing another one together, but after that, she had me do three more alone. I asked her if she was going to drink anything else and she reminded me that we were going out and she needed to drive. "I just needed something to give me a buzz so I have the nerve for tonight, but I want you a little drunk." I have to say that that statement intrigued me. We normally had our dirtiest sex when we were drunk, but I couldn't figure out why she would want to get a buzz on before leaving the house. Obviously we weren't going anywhere that served alcohol because after five car bombs with double shots, I was going to be pretty bombed myself. I had drank them fast, so I was still pretty sober, but as the alcohol absorbed, I could feel myself getting light headed. I was quickly moving into that place that anyone who drinks knows and loves, where you've had just enough to feel really good about yourself with plenty of confidence, but not enough that you are sick. "Alright, let's go," she said as she stood and began making her way out of the apartment. When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized that I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Looking down, I felt a little unsteady and had to rely heavily on the railing. Once we were in her car, I asked where we were going, but got no reply other than, "You'll see." As we drove, I tried to figure out what our destination was going to be. I was very familiar with the area, but all the possibilities that occurred to me were quickly discounted. I was completely surprised about five minutes later when we pulled into an adult bookstore. It wasn't a place I had been to before, but had driven by it plenty of times. It was fairly large and advertised as having videos, magazines and novelties as well as private viewing booths. As soon as we entered, Kelly went straight to the counter and asked for twenty dollars in tokens for the booths. These I could see were through a doorway near the back of the store. Ah-ha! So we're going into a peep booth! I've always wanted to bring a girl into one and have sex while the dirty movies played. Something about being in a semi-public place like that, watching porn, and having sex was raunchy enough to be a really big turn-on. We walked into the dimly lit hallway that was lined on both sides with doorways into the booths. The sounds of poor quality porn soundtracks could be heard as well as the loud moans and groans that punctuate any video sex scene. As we passed a couple of the booths, the sounds of the occupant breathing heavily could be heard. Kelly seemed to be carefully selecting a booth and we walked the whole length before going back to one that was close to the end of the hall, but not the last. It was next to an occupied booth and the one on the other side of it was open. As we shut the door I took in the surroundings. It was small, but still had plenty of room for two people to stand. There was a bench immediately adjacent to the door and across from that was the video screen. Kelly put about 5 tokens into the slot and immediately it lit up, first showing a gay sex scene. Using the scroll buttons to one side of the screen she went by a lesbian scene, a man masturbating, a couple having sex, a couple in foreplay, and then a woman in the middle of a gangbang. This last one she left on. I had been turned on since about the time that we walked into the store, but when she turned to me and lifted her skirt to show that she wasn't wearing any underwear, I practically came. I took in the tops of her thigh highs and up to her freshly shaved pussy, but what really floored me was just above her slit, where her hair should have been was the word "SLUT" scrawled in what appeared to be black permanent marker. I had joked about her getting such a tattoo, even though I really wouldn't want her too, but had conceded that if she were to ever write it on herself that would be perfect. Whenever we had really dirty sex I liked to call her that, but it was an even bigger turn on when she called herself such names. "So how do you like your surprise so far?" "I love it!" And I really did. This was by far the most erotic thing that anyone had ever done for me and the fact that it was a surprise just doubled the impact. "Well, I'm not done yet", she said as she reached for my belt. As her hands opened my belt and then my fly I leaned forward to kiss her, but was rebuffed. "Why don't you watch the movie." The way we were standing was perfect for my view. As she removed my cock from it's confinement, I could look over her shoulder and watch the girl in the movie as she now rode one dick while simultaneously sucking another. Her hands were cool as she began to stroke my cock as she licked and sucked on my neck. She had rolled the skirt around her hips, so she was still naked from the waist down. After a few pulls on my dick, she finished helping me out of my pants. It was a struggle to pull them off over my shoes, but the sense of actually being undressed with only a cheap door between myself and anyone walking by was amazing. The room had begun to move a little during the struggle to undress so I took a seat on the bench. I had enough alcohol in me that it didn't really matter to me that I was sitting with my bare skin on a bench in a peep booth with who knows what kind of germs on it. Everything was beginning to take on a surreal aspect as I continued to take in the sight of my sexy girlfriend showing off her hot pussy, the porn playing behind her and the various other sounds that penetrated the walls. "Okay, here's your surprise," she said as she moved towards the side of the booth. In the wall about a foot and half in front of where I was sitting was a hole about four inches in diameter. I hadn't noticed it before, but I knew exactly what it was for. Kelly reached her hand through and I hear her snap her fingers to get the occupant on the other side of the wall's attention. As she withdrew her hand, she explained exactly what my surprise was. "I know you always fantasize about watching me with another guy, but I'm not sure I could do that. I would be embarrassed to approach someone I know and a stranger is too dangerous. So here's my compromise." As she was speaking, I saw a cock appear through the hole and move forward until the owner of it was pressed against his side of the wall. "Surprise!" She half whispered in a husky voice as she reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of lube. She squirted some into her hand and then rubbed her hands together simultaneously warming it and making sure both hands were slippery. "I'm not going to fuck him, but you're still going to get a show." With that she grabbed a hold of the strangers cock with her left hand and began to slowly stroke it up and down. With her right hand, she reached for my cock and began rubbing it in tandem with the motion she was using on the other guy. It seemed like I couldn't take everything in at once as my eyes darted from the screen playing behind her, to her hand stroking a stranger's cock, to the look of guilty pleasure on her face. I could barely wrap my mind around the idea of my girl acting so dirty. The slippery, squishy sounds that were being made each time she stroked to the tops of our dicks could be heard over everything else. I could hear a rushing in my ears as I focused on her smooth hand gliding up and down a strange dick. Suddenly I knew I couldn't hold back any longer and I muttered "I'm cumming." Just before I began to squirt my cum up onto her hand and arm. It was way more than a normal cum, probably because I was so much more turned on then normal. Semen was splattered almost all the way up to her elbow and the rest was overflowing out of her hand and running between my balls onto the seat. She slowly gave my cock a few more squeezes milking the last little bit out. By this point, she had stopped stroking the other guy, but she now looked from me, to his dick, and then back again. "Do you want me to finish him off?" She asked. "Please," was all I could croak as I gently removed her hand and began to stroke myself. A flicker of uncertainty passed over her face as she looked at the globs of cum that covered her hand, but with a shrug of her shoulders she began using her right hand as well on the cock sticking through the wall. My cum quickly mixed with the lube that was already there to make a whitish froth appear between her fingers as she used both hands to manipulate him. Until now, she had been leaning over in order to touch us both, but now with her attention focused solely on this stranger, she crouched down, putting his dick more at chest level. As she began to stroke him faster, we could hear hard breathing through the wall. Suddenly she looked over at me and told me, "Quick honey. Pull my shirt up." So standing, I used my clean hand to pull her shirt up until it was completely above her breasts. I continued to stroke myself as I stood there watching her jerking so fast that each time her hands hit the wall it made noise. Suddenly, we both heard a loud groan and the cock swelled in her hands. She quickly moved forward so it was almost touching the area between her gorgeous tits. As the first stream of cum erupted and struck her smooth skin I too got to the point of no return. Too turned on to say anything, the splatter of my cum hitting the side of her face was her first warning and she turned her head with her mouth wide open to take the rest of it. It seemed like the stranger and I were synchronized as he continued to spray cum onto her breasts and I shot mine into her mouth. Kelly was constantly moving his dick left and right getting it all over both of her tits. With a final grunt, the dick was pulled back leaving nothing but an empty hole. Kelly used her now empty hands to rub the strangers cum onto her breasts and used her mouth to suck the last drop of cum from my dick. Pulling her mouth of my still had cock with an audible pop, she leaned back while looking up into my eyes and said, "I love you." I took in the streaks in her make-up from the cum that missed her mouth, the semen of a stranger that coated both of her breasts and the droplets of it that had landed on her upper thighs. The word 'slut' could still be seen below her bunched up skirt and her whole body was flushed with her efforts. I looked into her beautiful searching eyes and said, "I love you too." And I meant it. Pulling her up into my arms, I kissed her salty mouth and thanked her repeatedly for such a great surprise. Suddenly though, our peaceful moment after an evening of debauchery was broken by a knocking on the door. "Kelly. . .Jason? Are you guys in there?" I recognized the voice of my best friend. Despite the fact that I was startled that he was there, I couldn't help notice the color drain out of Kelly's face. Before I could ask what was up though, his next words explained her expression. "I'm sorry I'm so late Kel, I know I ruined the surprise. But did just the two of you have fun?"