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The Booth

By: Riley



I can still remember my very first experience. I was a freshman in college and horny as hell. One night I was lying there absently stroking my cock, when I remembered that seedy looking adult bookstore outside the hotel we d stayed at when I visited the school the year before. I threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys and headed out.

I d love to have seen the look on my face when I first opened the door and there right in front of me was a full size cut out of a porn star getting his cock sucked. I almost blew my load down my pant leg right then and there. After about 15 minutes of wandering perusing the stacks of porno tapes, adult toys, gay and straight mags I noticed the video booths tucked in the back of the place.

What the hell it's been a while since I've seen a good porno I thought as I got a few dollars in quarters and headed into the back. Just a bit embarrassed I held my head down and worked my way past the guys standing along the wall into a booth way in the back where no one would see me. I opened the booth and stepped inside.

After feeling around for the coin slot for a minute or two in the dark, I used my foot to prop the door a bit and dropped a few quarters. After the third hit the bottom of the container the door opened and an older guy, mid 40 's stepped into my booth. I guess the shocked expression on my face told him this was my first time, in more ways than one.

He looked me right in the face and said Mind if we share a booth??

Umm, no not really I stammered. Let me step back. At this point in my life, I had had a lot of homosexual fantasies, but no real encounters. I also had never been an adult bookstore before let alone the booths so I had no idea what was coming so to speak.

So we both sat down on the little bench opposite a grimy 15 inch TV screen, watching two girls go down on a monstrously hung black guy. Pretty soon, my cock was straining against my pants and my hand was idly stroking the taut fabric. I glanced next to me and saw the outline of another monster cock pressing the fabric of my booth buddy's shorts up from his leg.

Catching me peeking my friend smiled and reached over and squeezed my hand, then moved it over to his cock. My fingers hesitantly began to glide up and down this mammoth shaft. I could feel and see it pulsing inside his shorts. I almost died from the sexual excitement; my cock and balls were quivering, dieing to be touched.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, my friend reached down and unzipped my pants, letting my rock hard, but decidedly average cock spring free. Not to be outdone I reached up and grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling it halfway down to his knees before the head of that gorgeous cock sprang free.

Before I even realized I was doing it, my mouth was closing over the head of that cock, my tongue licking up the drops of precum oozing from the tip. Here I was a complete novice sucking my first cock like a fiend possessed. I can remember the taste of his hot cock, the musky scent of my pubes as my face nestled into them. I dropped off the bench and knelt between his legs, my hands cupping a big set of balls while my mouth continued to try to swallow him whole.

I could hear ragged gasps from him as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. Soon his balls were twitching in my hand. I started rubbing them feeling hot that I was pleasuring a man. The first shot of cum surprised me, my mouth almost coming off his cock. The first taste of that hot sticky sweet cum had my swallowing for all I was worth as my friend fed me my first meal of hot spunk.

He had to pull my mouth off his spent and now extremely sensitive cock. Standing up he saw my cock dripping precum of its own. He turned me around, pointing my cock at the hole in the wall. He urged my forward, squeezing my ass. My cock slid through the hole only to be swallowed by a hot and eager mouth on the other side.

Here I stood, a complete man on man virgin 15 minutes ago, now with the after taste of cum in my mouth, some stranger sucking my cock through a hole in the wall and my friend rubbing my ass and fingering my butt at the same time. I was in heaven.

My asshole slowly opened to let two then three of my friends fingers inside. I tried to press my ass back against those fingers by the Hoover lock on my cock kept my in place. I glanced over my shoulder to see that my friend was completely recovered from my first BJ and was hurriedly rolling a condom down over his cock.

I almost passed out when it hit me that I was about to be fucked. My friend stood up behind me and whispered, Do you want me?

What else could I do by whisper back God yes!

At that his fingers slid out of my ass and the head of his cock pressed against my puckered asshole. Slowly he forced himself into my ass. I thought I was tearing apart. I could feel my asshole spreading wider than ever before. Then suddenly with a slight pop and a quick thrust the head was inside me. The pressure and pain relaxed a bit as my friend let me have a little bit to adjust.

Then as he started slowly thrusting, I felt lips slide back around my cock. I d almost forgotten I was being blown too!!!!!! The increasing force of my friend thrusts made me thrust my own cock into and out of the waiting mouth in the next booth.

We got a nice rhythm going eventually, my friends cock burying itself in my ass, my cock sliding down and eager throat. The pace increased quickly, I could feel my friends balls slapping against my thighs and mine slap the wall of the booth.

I couldn't believe the sensations, my knees threatened to buckle but my ever obliging friend put his arms up under mine holding me to him and keeping me upright as he drilled my ass. Soon my balls were throbbing. My other friend sucking my cock must have felt it because he sucked harder than ever. I couldn't take it thrusting my cock hard through the wall and shooting a titanic load down an obliging throat. The force of my orgasm threw my friend over the point of no return. He buried his cock up my ass and pumped another load from those magic balls. I could feel his cock in my ass throbbing with each spurt, the swelling starting at the base of the shaft then traveling up to the head and propelling the cum from the tip.

We stood there for a minute or two. His cock buried in my ass, mine being licked clean through he hole. Slowly he slid his shrinking cock out of my ass. He peeled the cum soaked condom off his cock and threw it into the corner of the booth. He handed my a few napkins and we each cleaned ourselves off the best we could. After we were both buttoned, zipped up and tucked away he gave me a kiss on the check and whispered God that was great then opened the door and left.

I went back to that place many times over the next 3 years at college, but I never saw my friend again.

Not that I didn't make other friends during that time though!!

The Booth



The booth. We'd talked about it and joked about it. We even called it his "cage". He hated it and yet spent every day there, in a dull job, doing dull things and waiting on dull people. I had teased him mercilessly while he was in there, forcing him to wait on customers with raging erections, even gotten him so aroused that he had willingly come in his pants and had to sit there, the rest of the day, with that sticky, cooling reminder of what I could do. And now...here it was.

He had no idea I was in town. I hadn't mentioned it because I relished the element of surprise and felt excited about seeing his expression. I wondered, though, if he would even recognize me out of my "context", so to speak. Living, breathing, touching and feeling as opposed to sitting behind a computer screen and consisting of words and static images. Getting the address for his work had been a bitch without tipping off him or his fiancé, but I'd managed to remember the street he'd answered with when I called him one time, and gone from there.

I adjusted my blouse carefully before I crossed the street. Just for him, because I knew his preference for large breasts, I had chosen the lowest cut blouse I owned and the bra I liked to call my Incredibra. It made my breasts look at least a whole cup size bigger and when you're already a D, that's saying something. I looked like I might explode out of the shirt if I just took a big enough breath.

I crossed the street, glancing at the traffic, and tried to time my arrival just as a rush of customers was finishing up, knowing he'd likely be too harried to notice my presence. I slid into the short line behind the last of them, a large man blocking my view of the booth, but also blocking me from sight which upped my surprise quotient considerably. As I moved closer, I peeked around the man's arm, and I could see his laptop sitting on the counter inside of the booth. I was sure he was eager to get back to whatever it was he was doing in there, and it amused me to think that he might be looking for me to log online and wondering where I was.

I neared the little window and watched his tired but patient expression as he finished with the man in front of me. He sounded bored, but polite, just doing his job and managing not to scream. Well, I hoped to brighten his day. 

As the man in front of me moved, I stepped forward and reached up to place one hand against the glass, bowing my body in toward the window and practically pressing my breasts into it. I watched his gaze settle there for a moment and then slowly move up to my eyes, surprise and question in the gaze as he realized something familiar about my face, but I knew he still couldn't quite place me. 

I ducked my head and spoke casually toward the little speaker.

"I know this is self-serve, but I was wondering if I could possibly convince you to fill me up?"

His eyes widened and I knew he'd put the voice and face together with what I'd said and come up with the right conclusion. He grinned, nervous and excited and gestured to the side door. I languidly pushed away from the glass and strolled over, smiling by now, myself.

"I'm not supposed to let you in, " he told me as he opened the door and I moved to lean against the frame. He seemed nervous, one hand still hanging onto the door, his body angled slightly behind it almost as if he was going to use it for protection if I got too close. There was an excitement there, too, though, at the thought of my rushing him. We'd shared fantasies about this booth and I could just imagine his cock starting to harden as they flashed through his mind.

"So what the hell are you doing here?"he demanded, with a note of delight in his voice.

"Oh, I had to come to town for a wedding. No big deal. I thought I'd stop by and see you. Aren't you glad to see me, or should I just split? I don't want to get you in trouble," I left it hanging, almost certain he'd jump in with a protest. Sure enough, he did.

"No, no! You're not going to come all this way and not stay to see me," he practically shouted it, stepping backwards and ushering me into the booth with him, shutting the door. Something in his subconscious must have kicked in, because I heard a lock click into place as well. I glanced around the parking lot, noting the absence of customers, and thinking that I should act quickly if I really didn't want to get him into trouble. I took a moment, though, to let my gaze sweep over the little cubicle of space, my attention falling on the corner where his laptop lay. A faint smile twitched at my lips.

"Is that the corner, then? The one where no one can see you and you can rub your cock while you read my stories and talk to me online?" The smile turned to a grin as he nodded and I walked towards it, leaning forward to look at what he had open on his laptop and simultaneously affording him a spectacular view of my ass. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on me as I tapped on the keyboard, prolonging the moment. "Well, if it's really going to get you into trouble for me to be here, how about this...I'll just sit down here on the floor and hide out while we talk. You can sit here and pretend like you're working on your computer or something."

Before he could protest or pick apart the flaws in this plan, I dropped down to my knees and scooted back up under the counter, smiling up at him with cheerful ease. He stood there a moment, staring down at me with mild apprehension and yet, I could almost see his cock stirring in his pants. He knew this fantasy. He knew what was coming. I continued to casually lean there, smiling up at him, my expression innocent, but I knew that the light of mischief was dancing in my eyes. I let the smile bleed away slightly.

"Sit," that one word held all of the quiet, dark command of my voice, and he heard it, because he jumped slightly and now I definitely could see the outline of his cock against the fabric. 

Quickly, he moved to stand near the computer, but still far enough out that he could look down at me. I idly leaned forward, slipping both hands up his left calf, resting my chin just above his knee. 

"So...has it been a busy day for you? Lots of customers?"

The tone was idle, conversational, and I continued to look up at him as my hands stroked along the back of his calf, fingertips gently brushing the back of his knee. He mumbled something about the day not being very strenuous for him, never taking his gaze off of me. I heard a voice at the window and he jerked his head up, moving toward the window to wait on the customer. I smiled to myself, admiring the close up view of his crotch, the slight bulge in the front of his pants. It wasn't long before he came back and leaned against the countertop there again.

This time he leaned back slightly while we made smalltalk, the entire time my hands stroked higher and higher, switching legs every once in a while. I worked my hands slowly up along his inner thighs, leaning in a bit further, my head between them. By now he was shivering every time my hands crept higher, his gaze fixed upon my lips as I spoke, watching them move. I knew he was imagining them wrapped around his cock, which was hard beneath the fabric. Again, though, we were interrupted by someone at the window.

He moved to the window again, this time with some difficulty, having to arrange himself surreptitiously as he moved to speak to the woman who was waiting. I leaned out, very quickly, and spotted the customer: a tall, busty blonde with a pouty, glossed mouth. I ducked back under the counter before she could see me, but I knew he had seen me looking. She seemed to be taking quite a while, too, being chatty and friendly as well as wanting to buy some cigarettes. I took advantage of it, knowing that in his aroused state he would be watching the woman's mouth and breasts, and slipped over in front of him. He shifted as he felt the touch of my leg alongside his, and practically squirmed as I touched his fly. I heard him continue to speak in a politely controlled voice as I flipped the button loose and lowered the zip, but his feet were shifting against the floor. I could see that his cock was pressed hard against the fabric now, practically leaping out of the opening as I parted the zip. 

The woman finally left and he stepped back, looking down at me with wide eyes, one hand moving to his pants.

"She could have seen - "

I reached out and grabbed the front of his pants, yanking his hips forward hard, feeling the fabric give slightly beneath the tug as a few seam threads popped loose. His abdomen banged against the counter and he yelped softly, cutting off his protest mid-sentence. I slid my hand down into the fly of his pants, into his boxers, immediately moving to cup his balls and tighten my fingers around his scrotum very slightly.

"Quiet. So what if she had seen? You know, in your heart, that what I'm going to do would be worth it. Now shut up and stand there like a good boy...you might get another customer and you wouldn't want to give away what a little slut you really are, would you?" 

He fell silent at that, and I knew another car had driven up and someone else had approached the booth. I let him concentrate on the small rush of people, as much as he could, while I slipped his cock out of his pants. It almost sprang forward, jutting out toward me, and I slid the waistband of his boxers down beneath his balls so that I would have a lovely view of everything. He was hard and pink, but I knew I could do better. I wanted him to be gritting his teeth and trying not to thrust forward, making up excuses for curious customers. 

I listened to him speak in his half-shout toward the window and he still sounded controlled, though perhaps his voice was a slightly higher pitch than normal. I began to concentrate on what was before me, circling his cock with my fingers and pressing it up, out of the way, while my other hand slipped beneath his scrotum. I moved my hand against his balls, rolling them beneath the skin, testing the weight of them against my palm. I pulled them forward slightly, making a gentle ring around the top of his scrotum with my fingers, stroking slowly downward, not tugging, just gently stroking the soft skin. I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his balls jerk upward against my fingers. I simply continued to stroke downward, moving my touch between his testicles, feeling each of them independantly, rolling each of them against the skin. I could hear him trying to control his breathing and explaining to a customer that it was just very hot inside of the booth and that's why he was so flushed.

He started to draw back from the counter as the last customer left, but I heard another car approaching and another, and I laughed softly, knowing he could hear me in the close, warm air that pressed filled the booth like a tangible thing. I continued to stroke his scrotum with a feather touch as he waited for the customers to finish filling their cars and approach the booth, his cage in truth now, where he was pinned with a most dangerous sexual predator, it seemed. As the first customer came forward, I leaned forward as well, exchanging my tongue for my fingers, lapping across his balls while I pressed his cock up against his abdomen. I slid my other hand forward beneath his scrotum and between his legs, teasing the skin just behind his balls with two fingertips , pressing gently but firmly. I felt his knees quake and for the first time his hips jerked forward, but I simply continued to lick across his balls, taking them into my mouth, rolling them against my tongue. I moaned softly, letting the sound travel across my lips and tongue, through my cheeks, knowing he would feel every vibration. 

The words he spoke started to sound short, sped up, as if he were eager to get each customer away as quickly as possible. But each one seemed to take longer, want more, ask for more. Until finally...one, a young female voice, asked for help pumping gas. I laughed softly as he fell silent, trembling, and looked at his cock, leaking precome steadily. Very gently, I slipped it back into his pants and rezipped him, but the bulge was huge, evident, like someone had slipped a foreign object into his trousers. I slid back into that concealed corner as he stepped away, casting me a glance that was mingled aggravation and lust, heading outside to help the customer. I heard soft chatter that continued a moment, then fell short, and I knew she had spotted his erection. I imagined her standing there, staring at the bulge as he worked to cover it while preparing the pump. In my mind she was young, nubile, large breasted and redheaded with a mouth that looked like it was made for sucking cock. I couldn't stop myself from slipping a hand down beneath my skirt as I pictured the scene, wondering at his embarrassment and if he would come back with an even harder cock. 

In a matter of moments he returned and I smiled at him, thinking he must have worked very quickly indeed. He had left the girl to finish the pumping herself after he started her, and so I let him watch me rub myself as he stood near the door, my fingers slipping in and out beneath the black silk of my panties, glossy with moisture. I slipped the fabric to the side, spreading the lips of my pussy, sliding my fingers in and out, slick and fast while he watched, his breath coming fast, his hand in his pocket, of all places. There was a knock at the window, but he didn't look up, and I continued to tease myself. Another knock and a call, but he only blinked, not noticing until the woman banged again, sounding irritated as she yelled this time, and he tore his gaze away, moving to take her money. I remained quietly in the corner, my legs sprawled out, languidly fucking myself with my fingers. 

The rushed stopped for now, he quickly moved over to the counter, his gaze riveted on me again. I watched his eyes flick back and forth between my face and my hand, and so I let my head tip back as I gasped and moaned my pleasure, eyes falling closed. I leaned back against the wall, drawing one leg up, spreading myself further, stroking my hard clit, my free hand coming up to cup my breasts through the fabric. I cried out softly, rocking my hips against the touch, and my eyes opened slightly to see him rubbing himself furtively through his pocket, unable to take his cock out because I was occupying his little "stealth" corner. I dropped my chin down, leveling my gaze at him as I continued to pleasure myself.

"I'm going to come...but don't you dare. I have other plans for you. Keep your hand off of the head of that luscious cock, too," I managed to gasp out the words just before my orgasm overtook me. I tried to keep my cries of pleasure quiet, but I felt glad that no more customers had driven up as I gasped and moaned, my body shivering beneath my own touch. He stared at me and I heard a soft, pleading moan as he stroked his shaft, and I knew he wanted so badly to come, to rub the head of his cock. I also knew his boxers would be damp with precome, probably soaked through, and I loved the idea. 

I relaxed back against the wall, enjoying the lovely come down from my own orgasm, enjoying the soft sounds of his inarticulate pleading. I looked up, meeting his gaze, desperate and hungry, and slowly licked and sucked each one of my fingers clean, savoring the soft, sweet taste of my own body. When I was done, I smiled slowly at him. 

"Now...go stand at the window again and don't move. I want you to be able to help customers while I play with you. After all...I wouldn't want you to lose your job simply because you weren't being attentive enough."

He gave me a long, searching look and then rose, moving to stand in front of the window again, watching for customers. As I slid back in front of him, my eyes resting on the bulging crotch of his pants, I sincerely hoped we'd get a few more people through, because watching him try so hard to act normally was just too entertaining.

As he stood there, watching the lot with trepidation, I again worked his fly open and freed his cock and balls, exposing them to my sight and touch again. He trembled and arched forward, able to give in to that urge since he wasn't under customer scrutiny, and it caused me to chuckle darkly. He moaned at the sound of my laughter, a pleading tone.

"Spread your legs slightly, darling...just slightly," I leaned forward and whispered the words against his cock and he almost yelped at the sudden touch, unable to prepare for it since I was out of sight. I slipped my hand down between his legs again, gently beginning to tease his ass with my fingertips, still slick from my slow licking of them. I used my free hand to press his cock up against his abdomen again, my palm rubbing against the underside of the shaft, thumb pressing into the frenulum. He gripped the edge of the counter, as if hanging on for dear life, tipping his head back to groan in frustration and pleasure. Then I heard the now familiar sound of rolling tires as another car pulled up, the clunk of the door as the driver got out to pump gas. With some difficulty, he got himself back under control, staring straight ahead, but I could hear soft little whimpers from behind sealed lips.

I decided to up the ante a bit as he dealt with the customer, and leaned in to press my lips to the base of his cock as I palmed his balls, my fingertips toying with his ass. I opened my mouth there, gently sucking on the skin, even nipping very gently. He gasped, open mouthed, and then quickly responded to the man approaching the glass. His tone sounded curt, clipped with irritation, and I wondered if the man was offended. My mind didn't dwell long on the thought, though, as I began to move my lips slowly up his cock, my lips parting against his skin so that I could snake my tongue out to follow their path with languorous licks. My free hand slipped around his cock, thumb and middle finger circling around the base and letting his cock drop forward, standing straight out like it normally did. I smiled to myself, listening to him try to engage in normal conversation while I toyed with him, my lips so close to his rigid cock, watching it drip with precome. 

I felt him thrust forward as I released his cock to begin unbuttoning my blouse, moving into the air, seeking the touch of my hand, my mouth, anything that would satisfy that aching need in his balls. But he found nothing, and I heard him whimper softly, too softly to carry to the man on the other side of the glass. As he finished the transaction he grew very still, waiting...possibly dreading and yet longing for what would come next. I didn't intend to disappoint him. Once my shirt was open, I leaned in to claim his cock again, hearing a soft cry from him, I assumed out of the relief that his aching cock was in contact with my body. I know he expected me to take him in my mouth, but instead I leaned in and carefully slid the head of his cock along my breasts, rubbing the slickness of his precome between them. I pressed my breasts around him, then, sliding his cock into my cleavage, cupping my hand beneath his balls. That was all the encouragement he needed to begin begin slowly fucking the soft skin beneath his cock, the pace increasing as I didn't make any move to stop him, as I whispered soft encouragement clearly heard in the tiny booth. 

I watched his hips moving, his cock pumping forward between my breasts, each movement delivering stimulation to the head of his cock that I had forbidden him to touch. I watched him tremble, growing harder, almost impossibly large, and I could feel his balls drawing up away from my hand. I knew he was ready to come...but I wasn't ready to let him. Thankfully, I heard yet another car pull in and he had to stop jerking his hips forward lest he be seen fucking the seemingly empty countertop. As he watched the newest arrival go about the gassing of their car, I slipped away from him, sliding his cock out from between my breasts. He gasped as, again, his cock was left hard, bereft, touching nothing to give him any relief at all. 




The Booth



By now, as the woman approached the window to pay, he was trembling and damp with sweat, his face flushed, his voice unsteady as he spoke to her. I imagine he must've looked like he was about to collapse with a heart attack on the spot. I listened as he explained that the booth was warm without air conditioning and it was against the rules to leave the door open. I laughed, silently, and wondered if someone would later complain to management that they were torturing their workers. He continued to converse with the woman and I could tell that he was starting to assert control over his voice, sounding more or less normal. I couldn't have that. So I suddenly pressed my lips down over his cock, taking him into my mouth all in one movement, surrounding him with wet warmth, swirling my tongue around him, pulling him forward until my nose was pressed against his pubic hair, all of his hard length filling my mouth and throat. With satisfaction, I heard him yelp in surprise and begin to explain to the woman, quaveringly, that he had caught his finger in the drawer. 

I drew back very slowly as she left, pulling my mouth off of him, my lips tight around his length. I began to lick him, teasingly, laving the entire shaft. I never neared the head, instead concentrating on licking and sucking across the underside of his cock, exploring that lovely hard ridge of flesh. As I did, I stopped teasing his ass and instead slipped my fingers into him and began to languidly fuck him, but as deep and as hard as I could. I reveled in the way he rocked his hips forward, the way his soft, whispered pleas seemed loud in the small space. I continued to fuck him, so very slow and deep, as I wrapped my other hand around the shaft of his cock, slick with my saliva, and began to pump him. I still only pumped the length of him, never touching that bulbous, engorged head.

I could feel him throbbing, almost certain I could tell his pulse now from the steady throb of his cock, and I wondered if he could come from this alone, without my ever touching the head of his cock. As tempting as the thought was, I knew any orgasm from that would be unfufilling, and I did so want this experience to be fulfilling for him. With that in mind, I continued to fuck and stroke him, but I leaned in to tease my tongue across the head of his cock. He cried out at the touch, loud and uncontrolled, and I thanked heaven no more customers had driven up. I slowly dragged my tongue across the head, feeling it smooth and soft, and then snaked my tongue just beneath the coronal ridge, lapping at it, flicking it up and down with just the tip of my tongue. I increased the pace of my steady fucking and stroking, both in perfect rhythm with each other, and I could feel him drawing closer. His breath was coming in soft, quick pants now and I idly hoped that he wouldn't hyperventillate as I pressed my lips to the frenulum, sucking that little bit of skin into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. His knees trembled in reaction and for a moment I was afraid he really would collapse, but he held onto the countertop, just sinking very slightly, knees bending. This spread his ass perfectly and so I fucked him harder still, hearing that his gasped breaths now came in time with the movement of my hand, his whole body given over to the rhythm. He was mine, now...completely. It was time.

"Listen very carefully. I want you to come...but not until I've taken you completely into my mouth. When I have...you can come as soon as you feel the urge. Understand, darling?" I continued to work him as I spoke, listening carefully to him as he gasped out his response.

"Yes, Miss"

I thrilled to the sound, as I always did, and moved to slip the head of his cock into my mouth. He knew better than to come then, as he was not fully inside of me, but I could hear him groaning with the effort not to. I spent several long moments, simply fucking the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking gently, my lips tight around the corona. I knew he couldn't take much more, and so I drew him the rest of the way into my mouth, eager to taste him on my tongue. I began to move my mouth on him, fucking him with my lips and tongue as one hand took his ass, pumping into him, and the other grasped his hip, rocking him forward into my mouth. It was only a matter of moments, scant seconds, before I felt his balls draw up tight against his body and his cock twitch and throb and then suddenly explode against my tongue, gushing hot and hard. I swallowed him down, moaning softly, eyes closed, savoring every spasm of his cock inside of my mouth. I sucked him until I was sure he had no more, draining him completely. 

When it was done, I released him and he stepped back, moving to collapse against the counter, his entire body trembling so that I was amazed he could stand. I laughed, a soft, delighted sound, and slowly got to my feet, buttoning my blouse quickly lest someone else drive up and see a half clothed woman in the booth with him. He stared at me, looking exhausted and yet elated at the same time. Just then, a car did indeed drive up, the driver hopping out and casting a confused look at the two of us in the booth. I smiled politely and leaned near the door, preparing to go.

"I'm going to go now and we can get together later. Just tell me, what time is it that you get off...again?"



The Booth



All people in this story are 18 or older. Any comments or feedback are welcome. Please feel free to PM me or post comments at end. Trying my hand at writing. Thank you.

Sam was heading home from work and had a hard on that would just not go away. He decided to stop at one of the local adult bookstores and hit the video booths.

Sam noticed a new store since the last he came by this way. He pulled in and the lot was almost empty. Sam parked and went inside.

The place was really nice. It had DVD's and sex toys in aisles and on the walls. There was a section for bondage items and one for lingerie as well. There was neon on the walls and music playing. He saw there was a viewing area in the back. 

Walking up to the counter he asked for some change and went into the booth area in the back. It was very dark and took a minute for his eyes to adjust when he entered the section. He could hear a few movies playing, the moans and music playing. It was a large room with 20 booths in the middle. He walked around the booth area before picking booth twelve.

He went in and closed the door. It was a small booth with a plastic chair in the corner. Sam put in a couple of dollars and scanned through the film offerings. There was quite a selection, lesbians, gangbangs, gay porn, transsexuals, etc. He stopped on the video showing two girls blowing a guy. 

Sam dropped his pants and sat down on the chair. Leaning back he started to jerk his hard cock.

There was a blonde and brunette sucking on a guy's dick. It was a view from the top so it looked like they were blowing Sam.

Sam pumped his dick to the verge of cumming and slowed down to make it last. He did this for about five minutes then decided it was time to blow his load. Sam spit on his cock and really started to jerk it.

He closed his eyes and was about to cum. He could imagine that blonde with the 36c tits taking him all the way in her mouth as the brunette squeezed his balls.

Then it sounded as if someone was going to burst through the wall and come in his booth. Sam jumped up. He was pissed and scared. Then it happened again, bam.

"What the Fuck?" Sam called out.

He had lost his erection and was putting his pants on when it happened again.

Sam went out into the hall and knocked on the door of the booth next to him. 

"What's going on in there?" 

"Hello."

The door opened the second time he knocked. Someone had turned the knob so it popped open just an inch. 

Sam knocked again. "Hello," he said again.

Only the sounds of a movie came out of the booth. The flickering from the screen coming through the gap.

He looked left and right and no one was in the hall.

Sam swallowed and decided to just walk away. He turned and started to leave.

"Sorry," came a female voice from behind.

Sam spun around and there was a topless brunette in the doorway of the booth. She had 36c tits and a pretty face and tight stomach. 

"Uh, are you ok in there?" Sam asked.

"Wanna come in and see?" the woman responded with a chuckle.

"What the fuck," Sam muttered to himself.

The girl disappeared into the booth again leaving the door slightly open.

Sam stood there for a minute. Usually he just came to these booths jerked off onto the floor and left. He had never gone into someone else's booth before. He always figured it was just horny guys in there.

He walked up to the door, booth 13, placing a hand on the doorknob.

"Fuck it," he said out loud and stepped in. 

The brunette closed the door behind him. She walked up and grabbed his dick through his pants. 

The booth was the same as the others. Sam wondered what the banging on the wall had been. It couldn't have been made by this hot woman in front of him, he thought.

"I'm Jean," she said as she was taking down his pants. 

She pushed him against the wall and knelt in front of him. She licked his cock from the balls to the head and then back down.

Sam leaned against the wall not believing what was happening.

Jean took his cock in her mouth and started to work it in as her other hand squeezed his balls.

Sam grabbed her head as she worked his prick in and out of her mouth. 

He opened his eyes for a moment and notice that the video screen was just showing static, which was weird. He could give a fuck though thanks to the blowjob he was getting. 

Closing his eyes he rested his head against the wall again. 

Jean had her hands on his ass now as she was taking him all the way into her mouth. 

Sam was getting ready to cum. His eyes were closed tight. He felt his cock all the way in her mouth. His balls hitting her chin and her nose on his skin.

"Fuck," he said out loud as his knees were buckling. 

Then he felt as her tongue licked his balls as his cock filled her mouth.

It felt so good he looked down at her. It was unbelievable he thought. Just then she looked up at him. She had beautiful brown eyes. 

Looking up at him as she took him all the way in then out.

Stopping once to ask how he liked it.

Sam was speechless.

Jean snarled and then took him all the way in again. She put out her tongue to lick his balls.

It was the best felling he ever felt. Sam closed his eyes just about to cum.

When he felt her tongue slither past his balls to his asshole. His eyes popped open and looked down at her.

She was looking up and her eyes had turned totally black. Her nails dug into his ass and she pulled him towards her with incredible strength.

Sam's head went flying across the booth and slammed on the opposite wall. He felt his body being pushed into the wall that had the monitor on it. It gave way when he hit it. 

Sam fell into a dark pit with a few other bodies in it. As he was blacking out he had seen all of them had their pants down and their heads cracked open, small reptile creatures nibbling on the bodies.

"What the fuck," he thought to himself just before he passed out for the last time. 



The Booth



[This version has been corrected].

*

About a year ago my wife and I saw part of an old skin film on cable about a married couple where the guy wanted to expose his wife to other men. I had always enjoyed exposing Susan and fantasized about exposing her more, but I was too embarrassed to mention it. She laughingly made some comment about how it would be "fun" being exposed like that. I then remembered how, when we were dating, she never really protested too strongly when I pawed at her in public places. I especially remember when we used to go to this old drive-in movie theater. I almost always ended stripping off every shred of her clothing in the car. The chance of someone looking in the car and seeing my girl completely naked was really exciting to me. She would put up a little fuss, of course, but I always managed to talk her out of all of her clothing. One by one, I would toss her clothing into the backseat until she was completely naked. Sometimes I would grab her clothes and lock them in the trunk. Then, of course, she was forced to submit to my every whim to get her clothes back. I had assumed that I was just more persuasive than other guys, but now I know that she also found it extremely exciting.

One time, just out of college, after both of us had downed quite a few beers, I intentionally pulled up next to a van-load of guys drinking beer and out for a good time. As I kissed Susan, I unbuttoned her blouse and slid it and her bra straps off her shoulders. I exposed her breasts as the guys gawked at her through their van windows. As I kissed her, I pinched and pulled at her nipples, putting on a good show. The guys piled out the van and stepped up to the window for a closer look. After several minutes of this, I reached over and rolled down the window. I grabbed Susan's face with both my hands and turned her toward me still kissing her. I literally turned my girlfriend's body over to these guys. Susan didn't seem to know what was going on. I just figured that she was too drunk to notice. While I held her head and kissed her, the young men reached in the car and attacked her exposed breasts. I remember being surprised at how easily she had let me bare her breasts. As I kissed Susan, I kept my eyes open and watched them go at her. They were getting pretty rough and I was afraid that Susan would figure it out, but she didn't try to stop them or me. As it turns out they knew her needs better than I did. They pulled her dress up and shoved their fingers under the waistband of her panties and down to her pussy. I watched as Susan opened her legs to them. I actually came in my pants as I watched my girlfriend moan and writhe as these guys squeezed her tits and finger-fucked her pussy.

Well, our lives changed after her admission. Susan has a fabulous body and we are both proud to show it off. My wife has fairly large breasts, and on her small frame, they seem even larger. She also has large thick rubbery nipples that, when erect, pull her tits into fascinating cone shapes. They are quite a sight to see. Her nipples are over an inch long when erect and they are her most erogenous zone. She loves to have them tweaked and sucked on. I like to get a little rough with them sometimes, giving them a good tweak, but as long as Susan is hot enough, she even likes it rough. I even keep a pair of clothespins in the nightstand drawer that I can clip on when she is really hot. I clip them on and then hold her wrists so she can't take them off. Then I fuck her while she moans and begs to have me take them off. I tell her that they won't come off until she cums and boy does she cum. She complains that the clothespins hurt too much, but she leaves them in the nightstand drawer. Other times, I will sit up on her hips as she lays in bed, grab her by her nipples and pull her upper body up, forcing her to arch her back. She rubs her own pussy, moaning as I hold her in that position, until she cums.

At least twice a month we make a trip downtown to an adult book store with a number of video booths in the back. There are about 50 booths back in a very dark area with lots of aisles. In the summer, Susan will wear high-heeled sandals, shorts, and a T-shirt or a tank top, and nothing else. Needless to say, she attracts a lot of attention. Nearly all of the booths have holes cut in the side connecting one booth to another. Some are small enough just to peek through, but they come in all sizes. The booths on either side of us always fill up quickly. We mostly use two booths that are her favorites. In one, the hole is low and just big enough for Susan to squeeze one of her tits through. I have my wife kneel down, then I lift up her T-shirt and push her against the hole and play with one tit, while the guy in the next booth gets the other one. She tells me what the guy is doing. She'll say things like, "He squeezing me now; he's pinching my nipple, now he's sucking on it hard." 

Sometimes the guy in the next booth will get rough and Susan will begin whimpering, "Ohhh, he's hurting me Johnny," but I usually hold her there and force her to take it. It doesn't take long before I shove my cock in her mouth. Still, I can tell what the other guy is doing by her moans.

The second booth has a larger hole higher up. I stand Susan by the hole and, with her breasts pushed together, both of them can be squeezed into the next booth. The guys in this place mostly seem to come from a bar next door and they aren't known for being too gentle. But I push Susan up against the opening and hold her tightly there, with her arms behind her, offering both her breasts to the guy in the next booth.

A third booth is my favorite, although Susan doesn't like it. It has a rather large whole cut high in the wall. I can't imagine why someone cut that hole, but I've found a good use for it. Susan stands on the bench in the booth and I push her head first through the hole with her arms held tightly at her sides. She can squeeze through just far enough so her head and tits are in the next booth. The lucky guy in the next booth gets to look up at Susan's pretty face and her fantastic hanging tits while I pull down her shorts and play with her pussy and ass. The men kiss my wife, forcing their tongues into her mouth as they play with her tits and she says they smell like drunks. One guy practically pulled her head off trying to pull her down far enough to suck his cock (he couldn't make it happen). Another guy, who we call "The Slapper", turned her breasts bright red when he spent his time with her by slapping her hanging breasts back and forth. I held my poor wife in place as she begged for him to stop. I got off listening to the slaps. Susan likes to be exposed, and I think part of that is being helpless and taken advantage of, although she says she doesn't like the rough treatment. I, on the other hand, find that I like to see her get a little rough treatment. Fortunately, she is afraid of protesting too loudly for fear of causing a scene that may bring the cops, so once I have turned her over to someone else she is forced to accept as much rough treatment as I will allow. Even though Susan doesn't like the booth with the large hole, I still sometimes make her use it when she's been a "bad" girl. She gets angry sometimes if I let someone get a little too rough with her, but she knows that if she wants me to expose her again, she has to put up with the occasional rough treatment. I've also discovered that if I get her a little drunk before going, she will put up with just about anything.

Because of our fear of catching some loathsome disease, we had a rule that no one could put their cocks in her mouth, pussy, or ass. I admit that I do fantasize about seeing my wife get gang-banged, but I also understood the need to protect ourselves. But then one night, we violated the rule, although quite by accident. 

About two months ago we went to the book store after hitting a few bars first. We were both pretty drunk and pretty horny by the time we got there and that made us both careless. I kept telling Susan that she was a very "bad" girl and that I was going to punish her by putting her in the booth with the large hole. My wife thought to trick me and went into another booth first by herself and locked the door behind her. I quickly slipped into the adjacent booth. There was a hole between our booths just large enough to get my arm through. I reached in and began fondling her. She laughed and pulled away to tease me, but she also allowed me to pull off her T-shirt and drag it into my booth. The other wall of her booth had a hole that was larger than mine and I could see someone leering at my wife. I wanted to get her naked for him. I told Susan that I would leave the store and leave her trapped there without her top unless she also gave me her shorts. She made me promise to give her clothes back, but I knew that she was anxious to strip for guy in the next booth. She finally pulled off her shorts and slipped them through the opening into my booth. Then she was naked except for her high heels. I was finding this new game very exciting. I made her stand facing my hole while I played with her pussy. The guys in the next booth had a nice view of her naked ass.

But then, I looked back into her booth and saw the other guy's arm reaching up through the hole to unlock the door in Susan's booth. That danger had never occurred to me. I knew that I should move, but I was too shocked, and too drunk. I kept playing with my wife's pussy, keeping her occupied while he worked on the lock. Finally, he unlocked the door and immediately it was opened. I watched as two men rushed into Susan's booth and locked the door behind them. At last, these men had captured their prize. Susan was terrified by the sudden turn of events.

"Oh God no, Johnny help me," she cried out as the men pushed into the small booth. I saw her turn to face the wall in a vain attempt to cover her nakedness, but they grabbed her and spun my wife around to get a good look at her.

"You'll be OK, honey," I told her, trying to calm her down. She was starting to get a little hysterical and my first thought was of the newspaper article in the local paper explaining how this upper middle class couple liked to expose themselves in a sleazy adult book store downtown. I imagined the police arresting everyone for questioning. I saw Susan, still naked, being handcuffed and shoved into the back of a police car. I imagined that the cops would find all kinds of excuses to "search" her while she sat frightened and handcuffed. I knew that Susan must have had the same thoughts running through her mind, because she very quietly pleaded with the two men to let her go.

"Come on guys," I tried talking to the two men, "just let her go, OK?"

"Relax buddy," one of them said, "you'll get your hot little bitch back when we're done with her."

And then Susan was shoved back against the wall so that one of the cheeks of her ass blocked the hole on my side. I could only listen as they took complete control of my poor wife's beautiful body. Susan continued to beg them to leave her alone. As I sat there listening to her sobbing and pleading with her captors to let her go, I began to get excited. As scared as I was I still wanted to see them abuse her and rape her. I thought about leaving my booth and moving to the other side, but I guessed that there was already someone in that booth watching what was happening to my wife. I heard Susan whispering, her pleas coming faster and softer and once in a while she gasped or moaned.

"Oh God no...please stop it...you're hurting me..oh stop...please...ohhhh."

I recognized the sounds she was making. She sounded as if she were fighting her own arousal. I knew that the men must have her pinned against the wall and were playing with her breasts. I knew how Susan breathed when her nipples were being pulled and pinched to their limits. And then my wife began talking to me like she usually does when we're in the booths and we've pushed her breast through the hole.

"Ohhhh God...Johnny...they're pinching my nipples ...ohhh...please...Johnny, make them stop it." I could tell she was no longer afraid of being hurt. Now she was afraid that these men would arouse her and thus control her.

Then, finally, Susan slid on the wall and I could see light through the hole. Susan's bare ass was still pushed up against the hole, but now she was centered on the hole and I could see through her legs. Her legs suddenly spread farther apart and I could clearly see fingers pushing roughly in and out of my wife's pussy. I knew they were working my wife over good. I could see her ass shuddering back against the wall each time those fingers dove into her. I could hardly believe it, but these strangers were succeeding in making my wife hot. Susan was clearly moving back and forth against those fingers. I heard the men laugh as they watched my wife hump their fingers. I knew they were only succeeding because Susan was so drunk. My own cock was throbbing in my jeans.

"Ohhhh Johnny....please stop them...Johnny, they're going to, to rape me...Ohhhhh," she groaned. I knew that all of our rules were going to be violated tonight -- along with my wife.

I watched them lift Susan up and saw a cock nearly slip through the hole in the wall. The man grabbed his cock before it came through, however, and pointed it up, toward my wife's pussy. Then, slowly, Susan was lowered back down, beginning her impalement on that cock. He slid in easily and I knew that she was wet. I saw the steady banging against the wall as his cock thrust deeply into my wife's cunt, found its bottom, and shoved her back against the wall. Susan grunted with each thrust. It seemed like I was in a dream. My own wife was being abused and raped right in front of me. I briefly wished that there were more than just two men. I was still a little drunk, of course, and probably a little in shock, but I just sat there watching that cock pound into my helpless wife's cunt again and again. After a while, they moved Susan away from the wall and I could see more clearly. The first guy pulled his cock out of my wife's cunt and pushed her down toward the lap of the second guy who was sitting on the bench in the room. Susan was held slightly above the guy in the bench until his cock was well-aimed and then she was shoved down on his cock. Susan grunted as the second man's cock took a turn at her cunt. The man in the chair held Susan's arms behind her, using them to rapidly lift her up and down on his cock. Susan's breasts bounced lewdly before the first man who stood watching her. I could see that her inch-long nipples were fully erect. She was definitely hot.

"Please...please...please," I could hear Susan whispering over and over each time she bounced on the second man's cock. The first man was fondling her breasts.

"Please what, baby," he asked her laughing.

"Ohh, nooooo," was all Susan said, but I knew what she wanted.

Finally, I told him. "She wants you to pinch her nipples."

"Oh God, Johnny, don't tell them," she begged me, but then she gave in as soon as her tormentor grabbed her nipples.

"Yes, pinch me," she whispered, "hurt my nipples, please...please."

The man took both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and twisted them hard, pulling Susan's tits up and to each side as if he meant to tie her nipples in knots behind her back. Susan moaned loudly.

"Do you like to be hurt, baby," he leered at her?

"Yesssss," Susan hissed as he continued pinching and twisting her nipples, "hurt me...please...hurt me..ohhhh."

The man shoved his hips forward, bringing his cock to her face, "Suck me bitch and I'll hurt you real good."

Susan was pushed forward and immediately opened her mouth to take him down her throat. She was now taking two cocks at once. They continued like that for long minutes, Susan being rapidly bounced up an down on the cock in her cunt and bobbing her head up and down on the cock in her mouth. The guy standing up worked her nipples hard and I knew that it wouldn't be long before Susan came for them. They used her like that, taking her higher and higher, until finally she did cum for them. Susan began grunting and shuddering as she came and the men laughed at her.

"Look at our little bitch," one of them said, "she loves it."

Finally, the guy standing up couldn't take any more. He shoved his cock deep into my wife's mouth and started to cum. At the same time, he pulled hard on Susan's nipples and I saw that she was still moaning.

They finished fucking her then and left the booth and the building in a hurry. I rushed into the booth to see how Susan was. She was holding her breasts as if they were very sore, but she said she was OK.

We didn't say much to each other about the rape after that. I wondered if Susan would still want to go back to the store, and then, about three weeks later, we did go back. We had gone out to dinner and had a few drinks. On the way home, we drove by the book store. I saw Susan looking at it as we passed. I drove around the block and parked the car near the entrance. We looked at each other without saying anything and then she got out of the car. We usually went to the book store with Susan dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, but tonight she was wearing a dress and heels. We went back to the booth section and Susan voluntarily stepped into the booth with the large hole high in the wall. 

"Have you been a bad girl", I asked her, but she said nothing.

She continued to stand still, not saying anything as I unzipped her dress. She was shivering as I slipped off her dress, slip, and panties and I knew it wasn't because she was cold. I left her heels, stockings, and garter on. She dresses that way to please me. I could see that she was still trembling as I gathered up her clothes. I slowly began to understand why she had selected this booth. The larger hole high on the wall could give me a great view of what she would have to endure.

"What do you want, honey," I asked her teasingly.

"Do whatever you want," she said.

"Do you want me to leave you here alone?" I teased her some more.

"Do whatever you want," she repeated. I was a little upset that she didn't tell me what she wanted.

"Well maybe I want to see you get fucked again," I said tweaking her nipples roughly, "maybe I'm going to leave you here all night and let these guys have your body."

I knew what Susan wanted, but I wanted to hear her beg for it. I grabbed her left breast and squeezed it hard.

"Ohhh, please...it hurts."

"Tell me what you want, babe," I said, squeezing still harder.

"Ohhhh yes. I want to be...raped. I want to be gang-raped. Ohhhh...it hurts....please let go."

I chuckled at her admission. I pulled off one of her earrings and clipped it on the nipple of her left breast. Susan groaned and the pinched nipple grew harder still. I knew that there were no more rules anymore. My wife had taken strangers' cocks up her pussy and in her mouth in these booths and there were no limits now.

"Well, you're going to get your wish, baby," I told her, "you are going to be gang-raped tonight and next week and the week after that."

"Ohhhhhh," she shuddered as I told her that.

"These men can do anything they want to you, baby, and you have to take it. From now on you will be the sex slave of every man in this place." She moaned loudly at that threat.

"Is that what you want," I asked, actually a little surprised, but she didn't answer me.

I kissed the back of her neck, gently squeezed her jutting breasts and then left the booth, taking her clothes with me. As I left the booth, two young men were passing by. They were a little rough-looking, but just what my wife deserved tonight. I held the door open just long enough so they could get a good glimpse of my poor wife in the booth.




The Booth



"Holy shit," one of them said. I smiled and slowly walked off toward the end of the booths. I heard the creak of the booth door being opened behind me, then I heard it shut, and the sound of the latch. I listened for a minute and then heard my wife.

"Ohh, please...don't hurt me. Please, don't do...that."

I tried the booth next door, but it was already locked. I could only stand outside and listen as these young men worked on my poor wife. The men in the other booths were getting the show. Still, I found it exciting to listen knowing that others were watching her. 



The Booth



He only comes to see me once a month and waits sometimes more then an hour to be my last customer of the night. There are 26 booths in the establishment, one for each letter of the alphabet, and I work behind the door marked "M". 

It is usually the third Friday of the month that I see my mystery man. We have never spoken, not with words at least. I speak to him with my body. Working in the booth is how I express my sexuality. Its my weekend play space where I can be naughty. You see in the real world I'm not a casual sex girl. Since I'm not dating anyone, all I is reading smut then using my hands or my vibe. That is until the first arrival of my handsome stranger. In my head I call him Phil because it seems to fit his looks. 

Our visits always start the same. He enters the booth and mouths "Good evening Miss M", placing a palm on the glass between us. 

I look him over, first his demeanor and facial expression (looking for that smile that seems to hide something), then looking at the things that don't change, his bright blue eyes and mess of hair. Always the little girl, I just smile after his once over then ease back to the couch that serves as my work space.

Its cold because the air is on as usual. I think the boss keeps it on to promote hard nipples, but that's just a theory. The effect is worse for me because I take a quick shower between customers. The last thing a guy wants to see is raggedy pussy, one that looks freshly fucked by someone other them him. I want my Phil to make me wet and see fresh cum, cum that he helps create, in me. 

Undressing is a process averaging two pieces of clothing a minute. The slow tease was specially requested by him so I submissively comply. Don't get me wrong, I like it too. It extends our time together. 

I am a conservative girl that works a 9 to 5 so this job in my "weekend cubical" allows me to release my tension built from my sexual drought. Once naked, I am transformed into someone else. But touching myself for Phil is something I find myself thinking about in the real world. I fantasize about him at the office, on the train, while out with friends – wishing I could glance around and spot him, but mostly in my bed at night.

Tonight at the end of our session, I got on my knees in front of the glory hole in the glass to offer up the coveted blow job. Instead of his cock, Phil slid a bracelet box through the opening. Relaxing down on my calves, I opened the velvet box. There wasn't anything gold or silver inside, but cloth. He grinned as I unrolled it and realized what it was. Phil had gifted me a pair of panties. 

Standing before him, I slid them up the length of my silky legs, slowly of course so that he could take pleasure in the moment. I even turned to the side so he could see the lace of the thongs between my cheeks. Just as I looked back over my shoulder the curtain dramatically dropped over the glass. His time was up.

*******

I didn't see Phil again until the following month. It was the third Friday and as usual he was my last customer.

"Good evening Miss M", he mouthed placing a palm on the glass between us like this is a prison visit.

I simply smiled and began my striptease, bearing my body to this stranger I longed for. I peeled everything off with the exception of my lovely new panties. Actually they weren't really new anymore since I had taken to masturbating in them. Each time imagining it was my Phil's fingers or tongue sliding over my clit. Velvety softness reaching inside. Licking through my tasty center each time splitting me in two. The remedy being his lovemaking, which was the only thing that could make me whole again. 

Here in the booth it was two of my own fingers swimming deep in my warm center. My hips thrusting to meet them. The idea that he wanted to see me in these panties, to mold me, was all the more exciting. But we booth girls aren't supposed to accept cash tips or gifts, so I had been instructed to give them back or find another part time job. 

To show my appreciation I intended to show Phil my nightly ritual before giving them back. He watched from behind the partition as I sank low on the tan leather opening my legs wide. The red triangle was stretched tight over my trimmed puss and the crotch was pulled to the side to display my folds. 

I touched myself lightly at first wanting him to see all the stages of my arousal. On my back looking at myself in the ceiling then closing my eyes to lose myself in him. Tiny bumps inched over my landscape making my skin sensitive to the touch. That meant it was time to roll over onto my tummy. Soon I was fucking a pillow allowing my nipples to grate against the leather for friction. Heat crawled through me, emanating from my sticky center. Panting with each hump, pushing forward rhythmically as if being taken from behind. Grinding my pussy into this substitute for him harder and faster. Moaning into my arm to muffle these sounds that seem so personal. But in my mind he is hitting my spot, pounding it, so its hard not to cry out.

There were other sounds around me, whimpers. I turned to see him with pants undone, sagging at the hips, stroking himself in unison fucking me as I was fucking him. We were moving together on opposite sides of the glass, eyes locked, brown to blue.

Since I had started long before him, I was closer to the edge and spilled over with violent spasms that vibrated against the bands of lace trim. I was cumming in Phil's lace panties, leaving my essence. At the window, I peeled them off and tucked them through the glory hole just before the curtain dropped.



The Booth



As the door of the building shut behind them with a loud thud, it was clear by the dim lights and lack of any sound that the club was empty.

"Hello." She shouted into the vastness of the empty space.

Her husband at her side, waited a moment for no response before replying to her himself. "Well they are obviously closed huh." 

They looked around and noticed chairs inverted on all the tables, a clear sign that the operation was closed for regular business and ready for the floors to be mopped. It looked as though the last of the patrons wasn't too long gone before them, the place was still a mess from an obviously busy weekend night. Drink glasses still lined portions of the bar, cocktail napkins and cigarette butts littered the floor, and portions of the floor were sticky from spilled beverages. No single person, employee or otherwise could be seen or heard however.

The couple moved further into the room and noticed a smaller cocktail table separate from the other mass of tables and chairs, yet directly in the walking path where anyone would notice right away. On it laid a single manila envelope, with the married couples last name spelled out with a black sharpie in bold letters. 

Slightly curious as to why no greeting, and an envelope instead, she motioned for her husband to take notice of the single item on the table. She was overly inquisitive as to the possibilities of its contents. "Open it!" Her voice cracked with a tone of excitement.

He reached out to inspect the envelope, saw only the writing on the outside, and unsealed the top of the package. He then withdrew a single sheet of paper with a short typed message on it. 

Reading aloud for his wife, he began reciting its words directly. "Thank you for your inquiry and interest in our parties. We are very excited to entertain you this late evening, after your e-mail and pictures we are extremely excited to meet the two of you, especially the Mrs. She is lovely. Please join us in the back room around the bar."

As he turned to look at her face for a reaction, she was the first to speak. "Interesting, they must be preparing some fun in the back." She looked at the far corner of the room at the end of the bar and noticed what seemed to be the only door at the back of the bar area. 

Her husband took her hand and made their way over towards the corner. Nervousness and butterflies overtook both of them as they imagined what waited for them on the other side of the door, but they smiled at each other as if they were both totally at ease and excited just the same. 

The door opened and they stepped into a short hall way that led into a large store room. The ceiling was taller than the club, and large metal shelving extended high up to the top containing all sorts of items a club, or bar might need. A large open area right in the middle of the concrete floor was devoid of any shelving, it only contained a few folding chairs, a strange looking table, and what appeared to be a photo booth of sorts.

It was obvious right away though there was still no one around however, it seemed even quieter than the main room in the club except the sound of her heels clicking against the hard concrete floor as they made their way inside. 

This time it was him that was looking for a response as he yelled out. "Anybody here?"

His wife continued to the center of the warehouse as he looked about for any sign of life in the building. As she drew closer, she noticed the table sitting next to the strange booth, looked almost like a medical table of sorts. Padded on the top, it looked to be adjustable in height, and contained what looked as if they were stirrups on the end. It reminded her of something at her gynecologists office, other than it seemed attached at the head of the table to the booth next to it. On the black vinyl padding, another large envelope stood out.

As she removed the page inside, she assumed it contained more instructions on how to proceed without a host around. The top of the new letter read "For Hubby" in large bold lettering. She called out to him before she read on. "Sweetie, come here, this letter is for you it seems." 

After giving up on inspecting their surroundings for another person, he made his way to her and immediately noticed that the table was far more than it looked when they first walked in. Shocked at the thought of possibilities for its purpose he responded. "Whoa, what do they have planned here?"

The sight made him forget about being impatient and apprehensive as to the lack of finding a human being. Though he was visibly perplexed while focusing on the padded bench in front of him, She waved the second letter in front of him to draw his attention. Hoping for an explanation as to what was necessary to continue, He read it out loud.

"For hubby, please strip your wife of all her clothing and place her clothes on the chairs by you." He looked at his wife for a reaction, she giggled in anticipation as to what else was in store. He continued, "When she is fully nude, instruct her to lie face up on the table before you. Her head will need to rest inside the hole at the top of the bench on the side of the box, so that her head is inside the attached booth. Then secure her neck into place with the panel above the opening that will slide down in place around her neck and lock into place." She was already starting to unbutton her blouse as he finished the instructions. "Once she is in place, you need to step inside the booth yourself and close the door behind you. Then our evening will begin"

His wife was in a hurried frenzy as she rushed to remove her top. "Pretty simple, lets do this." The tone in her voice revealed her eager anticipation to continue. Once she was free of her blouse, she began removing her bra in the same rapid fashion.  

He observed his wife's enthusiasm as she moved on to undoing her skirt. Not surprising to him, as it came down that was the last of her clothing, wearing panties was not on the agenda for the evening. Her heels were the final item on her body, and she removed them one by one while resting against the end of the bench. They each dropped to the concrete floor quickly, and she hopped up on the bench and scooted back to allow her head to lie inside the restrictive hole.

He took a long gaze at his wife resting naked on the device, she was blushing with nervous expectancy as she lie ready for him to seal her neck in place. Her body looked delicious and inviting, her skin radiated a glow, and she emitted a sex appeal like he had never seen before from his own wife. Unfortunately he wouldn't be experiencing any of her pleasures himself tonight.

"You look absolutely fantastic." He said in a soothing sexy voice before sliding down The locking panel that confined her head into the booth, while the rest of her body lie waiting on the bench. It snapped and locked into place while fitting perfectly around her neck. 

He took a few steps around to the side of the booth and peered into its doorway. His wife's face greeted him again, and he took note of the wooden chair cramped into the space as well. A small singular light bulb fixture gave some brightness to what would otherwise have been a small, tightly sealed, dark space. He stepped inside and had to duck in the low ceiling, while allowing the heavy door to close behind him. Expecting it to lock in place as it latched with a loud thud, his suspicions were confirmed when it wouldn't give way to reopening behind him.

His wife recognized his attempt to verify the door was in fact sealed, and a slightly nervous look on his face. "Well, why don't you sit down and relax." 

He took a seat in the chair with her head resting directly in front of him, almost in his lap. When he let out a sigh and took in his surroundings, he observed some writing on the wall in front of him, just above the opening for his wife's neck. He again read it out loud for both of their benefit.

"This booth is a symbol of tonight's events, how your woman's mind and head belong to you, but how her body is OURS to use!"

Seeing it being very to the point of what they were doing here in the first place, he was excited to see, or in his case HEAR, everything begin. Shortly after finishing getting comfortable, he detected the sound of footsteps against the concrete in the room outside. His wife obviously heard them too as she began blushing at the thought of people seeing her naked body in the predicament that it was.

Mere seconds later the deep thud of bass from a stereo system began somewhere outside. From the confined space, it sounded like rap music due to is excessively low and repetitive rattle and hum. Knowing from previous discussion with this group of gentleman, they were all black, so the preference of rap music came at no surprise.

"Doesn't sound like we are alone in here anymore." She said it to her husband while feeling a bit jittery all of a sudden.

When the footsteps had reached just outside of the booth, muffled tones of hoots and hollers between the group of men were heard by both husband and wife. Hubby felt pleased that they obviously approved and were quite excited by his wife's naked body lying outside waiting for them. He silently was overjoyed at the fact that the events he planed for his wife had come into place and was happening before him, he just didn't imagine it would be witnessed inside this particular booth, observing only his wife's face.

"Ohhhh..." She gasped quickly and her eyes shot wide open. "Someone just grabbed both of my wrists, it scared me for a second."

"You OK honey?" His face changed to a look of concern.

"Yeah, they just pulled my arms to my side, and it feels like they are handcuffing me to the side of the bench." With no way to fight off a man or even signal to them what felt good and what didn't to her, she felt slightly panicked. "Now there touching my arms!"

"Are they being rough?" He wondered if he himself should panic, start pounding on the sides of the booth for them to stop. He wondered, If he did, would they even stop.

A deep sigh came from his wife as she quickly looked more relaxed. "No, not rough at all. Feels like a few people are just massaging my arms, and now my shoulders. Feels really nice actually."

The image of black men's hands all over his wife's creamy white body gave way to the beginning of an erection for him. He liked the look on her face of her enjoying herself and even relaxing deeply at their touch.

"I'm getting a whole body massage here, this is nice." A smile beamed from her face. "They are just gently rubbing my legs too. They just put my ankles up into the stirrups too."

After a few minutes went by, it baffled him that they hadn't attacked or even paid any physical attention to her tits or pussy yet. They were really working her up to it though. Watching her, as her eyes were closed, and a small smile on her face. He knew his wife was really getting in the mood by relaxing and trusting the men outside with her body, even though neither of them had ever laid eyes on any of the gentlemen.

Her eyes opened to look at her husband, and her smile grew. "I'm guessing one of them has a foot fetish." 

"Why are your feet being massaged too?"

"More like licked, feels like my toes are being sucked on too, really hard."

Hubby wondered if the sex about to ensue outside was going to be kinkier than he imagined. He didn't anticipate anything other than vaginal and just perhaps anal intercourse for the evening. But the reality hit him that perhaps this group of men had other sexual fetishes in mind, and they were about to live some of them out at the expense of his wife.

"Now my other foot is being licked and sucked on, feels like he could give me a hicky on my foot he is so into it." 

Thinking he himself had never really had given her feet any attention like that, he became curious. "Do you enjoy having your toes sucked like that?"

She smirked. "It feels kind of nasty, sort of a dirty thing to do, but I like it." Seconds later she felt another man's hands gently rub and squeeze each of her breasts. "Now my boobs are getting pawed at." 

Simultaneously, the feeling of fingers probing at the folds of her vagina could be felt, and not just from one finger, but many more, possibly by different men even. They were attempting to fully expose her by spreading open her labia as far as possible, she felt over stimulated by the feeling of one set of hands opening her up for another set of hands to further poke at and feel around her delicate and wet slit.

Then she felt the stirrups separate to their widest capacity, and her legs felt as wide open as they had ever been, to the point that it was almost borderline uncomfortable. She would never have been able to keep her legs open as wide as they were on her own, the muscles in her thighs would give out after a few seconds. The resistance of her ankles in the stirrups however, kept her spread wide open, easily exposing her vagina for access to anyone or anything.

She had been quiet for a minute or two, and hubby needed her vocal to give him a play by play of what was happening to her body. "Talk to me honey, what are they doing now?" 

She closed her eyes again before she spoke. "Oh god, they have my legs spread wide open and they are fingering my pussy."

The feeling of one finger coming in to push firmly on her clit and rub back and forth with some force started her light moaning. The pace of her breathing quickened when she sensed a set of two fingers plunge swiftly into her hole as deep as the digits would allow. When the fingers reached maximum depth, the other knuckles on that hand slammed hard against her taint sending a ripple of electricity through her body. As the process repeated, she let out some light groans with every thrust.

The hands caressing her breasts increased pace and pressure as well. As different sets of hands changed out turns on fondling her tits, the act of groping her breasts was becoming more aggressive. The attention directly to her nipples was becoming more violent as squeezes on them turned into almost pinches. At one point one of the men took hold of an erect nipple and shook her entire breast around forcefully by the firm grip he had on her nipple. She wanted badly to reach up to grab her own breasts, but her restraints prevented her from doing so.

Her husband took note of her playful moaning and increased breathing. "Feel good sweetie?"

"Oh yes, VERY good." Her eyes remained closed as she replied.

He began brushing her hair down the sides of her head and around her ears. He was trying to sooth her as he pressed for more information. "Are they playing with your pussy?"

Almost immediately after her husbands question, she felt a tongue and lips kiss their way down from her thigh to her side of her slit. Her left labia was sucked into a waiting mouth and its owners tongue was lashing combatively against her own flesh. When the oral grip was released, the same tongue began soothing lashes against her already swollen clit.

"They are licking my pussy." Again, her eyes remained closed. She felt slightly awkward looking at her husband in the eyes while she described the sexual events unfolding.

He sensed and knew she felt awkward, even embarrassed to vocally describe to him what she was undergoing. He needed to hear it though, he felt as though he might explode from the not knowing of the events outside. "Tell me honey, open your eyes and tell me what those black men are doing to you."

Her eyes shot open and looked at her husband with a wanton desire he had never seen on her. She mustered up the courage, and fought past her aversion to talking nasty about sex. As she thought about what to say to her husband, she felt like a porn star imagining the words coming out of her mouth.

"They are tonguing my clit baby, sucking on my pussy and fingering my cunt hole." She tried to pick words she knew would excite her husband, she succeeded.

His cock was at it's fullest erection upon hearing his wife talk about being violated like she was. He pushed her further. "You like feeling like a slut and letting them USE your white pussy, don't you?"

Oh yes I do, I cant wait to feel these black cocks abuse my body as they please." She was quite pleased at the way she felt, and even sounded like such a slut. After all that's what they were doing here in the first place, pushing her sexual envelope, and she felt comfortable in the skin of such a whorish woman.

Her husband smiled a wicked grin at the sight of his wife becoming such a tramp as she was as perverse as she had ever been. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you want them to dominate and violate your body."

Though he looked at her upside down, her expression was as sexy as he had ever seen. "I want to be used and abused like the white trash wife I am."

The sensation of a mouth attempting to engulf as much of her tit as possible overcame her. A man outside was sucking fiercely on nearly her entire breast, with such a force it became slightly painful to withstand. When the process repeated on her other tit, she cried out loudly into the inside of the booth. 

"Ohhh my fucking god." 

As rough as they were being with her body now, it was clear the gentle massage of her body was over. They were undoubtedly using her body for their own amusement.

Listening to her moans, they were like nothing he had ever heard from her before. Inside the tone of her groans, wails, and sighs he detected some fear inside the obvious sign of her extreme pleasure. Every so often a new sensation occurred to her body as she lie strapped down, as every new hand, mouth or other body part made first contact she seemed to cry out in panic at the surprise. Though the gasps of initial shock quickly turned into passionate moans and sobs, the volume and length of which had never come from her during their love making as a married couple.

"Do you like lying there, defenseless, as those men literally 'use' your body?" It became clear in watching her at how the vulnerability of her present situation turned her on, obviously she wouldn't be able to resist now if she wanted to, but she certainly seemed to enjoy being so powerless and exposed to the gang of aggressive men using her body.

She felt the sensation of something larger than fingers entering her pussy now, as a black cock slid into her quickly without regards for taking it easy on first penetration. She yelped as it made its way to the full depth of her pussy, tickling her cervix and filling every square inch of her insides.

He watched only her face as the veins in his wife's neck strained and she blushed a bright red. Her lovers cock began ramming her immediately, the booth rattled with sounds of banging as her shoulders slammed into it's side. It delighted him that this is where they were, that this was where his wife was, finally being pounded by a strange group of black men. The thought of a massive cock stretching out her pussy brought a huge smile to his face. His only regret was not being able to observe the perverse scene with his own eyes, his imagination was driving him insane with lust.

All he could do was watch her face and read her expressions as she was relentlessly fucked.

"Fuuuuuccccccckkkk." She breathed in and out through tightly clenched teeth.

"Relax sweetie, let that cock inside you and make you cum. I know you want to cream all over it." The tension in her face seemed to ease as she accepted the length and girth of this strange cock.

She relished the way it completely 'filled' her in a way like nothing ever had before. If she could speak to this anonymous lover she might ask him to slow down though, the fact that she could not request it intensified the feeling of each thunderous and violent thrust into her insides. The pace of her breathing quickened to match the rhythm of his cock plunging into her ever widening hole.




The Booth



Several minutes passed as he showed no signs of letting up on his assault. Meanwhile she lost herself in the mixture of succumbing to his onslaught along with the combination of the continued poking and prodding of her body by hands of other men outside. Someone was working on her left breast and nipple with a firm enough grasp to cause considerable pain. Her other nipple was occupied as well, it stung from either being pinched or bitten, or perhaps even a combination of both.

Curious as to when and where the man inside her might cum, her husband vocalized his curiosity. "Do you think he will cum inside you?"

"Ahhhh, fuck!" she wailed, coming closer to orgasm from the thought of this anonymous black man pumping his seed inside her womb.

Her faceless companion's final stabbing jabs came signaling his approaching climax, and with them the tip of his penis reached new depths within her. She felt her cervix first tickled by the head of his dick, then slammed into as the invasion of her sexual innards peaked. She knew a massive orgasm was rapidly approaching. The sensitivity of being bottomed out overcame her. A fire erupted deep in her bowels and traveled into the core of her body, then quickly spread out like an electrical current into her arms, legs, up her spine, and into her head where it erupted into a shrill scream lasting for a seeming eternity. It felt like she was plugged into an electrical socket as every nerve ending in her body came alive and pulsed with raw passion. 

As the overwhelming felling began to subside, she was again acutely aware of the strangers cock still buried tight in her body. She could clearly feel his manhood spasm and twitch as his heavy load emptied into her pussy.

She attempted to catch her breath in the aftermath of one of the most tremendous orgasms she remembered experiencing. "It feels like he shot a bucketful of cum inside my pussy. I can feel it sloshing around inside me... all wet and sticky." Her words slurred slightly from lack of breath and sheer exhaustion.

Her eyes opened again for the first time in nearly twenty minutes of intense sex. Her husband had a look of shock and dismay as he stared open mouthed and starry eyed at her. He looked absolutely speechless as he had just witnessed the most perverse scene ever from his wife. Not to mention the most intensely sexually satisfied she ever looked and sounded. 

A slap on the sides of her thighs and a quick withdraw let her know that this first man was done with her, for the moment anyway. Not even a second passed as a new torso appeared between her thighs. Her sexual appetite may have just been quenched, but this group was even close to being done with her. 

This new gentleman abruptly showed he was anything but gentle. It felt like nearly a whole hand dove inside her as he pushed three fingers inside her now expanded cunt. The invading digits turned side to side stretching her even further before making a scooping motion against the bottom of her honey hole. As his digits exited her hole, they drug out a enormous deposit of semen. she felt it smeared around her labia, down on her taint, and across her asshole. Immediately a finger plunged into her tight anus up to the second knuckle, after a few rapid strokes it was joined by a second finger forcing it's way into her bowels.

Her scream started low then wound up to a high pitch. "ahhhhhhhHHHHHH!" 

Not knowing the cause of her sudden shrill, and assuming someone else just slipped their cock into her, her husband just smiled at her loud exclamation. As the individual outside has his way with her rectum, he just leaned over and gave his wife a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

When the probing of her ass no longer satisfied her playmate, his fingers withdrew and were replaced by the head of his cock at the entrance to her guts. Having been already widened and stretched helped her sphincter relax as his mushroom head parted the orifice. She felt a burning sensation as her anal muscle spread and opened to new extents. Her tiny anus accommodated his girth and size rather well considering how quickly he plunged into her. She felt stimulated unfathomably deep inside her rectum as he bottomed out on his first stroke inward.

Her face turned bright red as her breathing stopped momentarily to absorb all that was happening to her body. She exhaled with a low moan preparing herself for the coming onslaught of hammering thrusts that she just knew would begin at any moment. In a brief moment of silence, before the pelting began, she whimpered in an exhausted tone to her husband, "He's in my ass".

Barely able to contain his own excitement over the thought of a black dick in her ass, he fumbled at his own zipper attempting to free his own cock. He watched her head begin to bounce up and down as the intruder in her anus began pumping away inside her. As his own manhood came free of his pants and into his own hand, he confirmed what he already knew with a nasty question. "You getting fucked in your ass aren't you?"

She could hardly formulate a response as her focus was on accepting another mans cock meat in her tight asshole. He took no mercy on her as he opened her up and stretched her out. Her husband sat and stroked his own shaft while visions of her puckered ass being stretched by a black cock flooded his imagination. 

"Oh my FUCKING god! He's ripping me apart with a HUGE black cock!!" As she shrieked, her body beginning to spasm and slip into convulsions. "I fucking love the way it hurts me!" 

Her husband delighted in the lewd words she used, and the obvious signs she was quickly blossoming into a lascivious sex craving slut and shameless whore. Her nasty tone combined with the erotic torment of his own imagination quickly brought him to the brink of orgasm. "Your so hot right now honey, I'm gonna cum."

She tilted her head back and caught sight of her spouses shaft being ferociously stoked. Knowing a few lavish words would send him over the edge, she muttered: "Cum in your slutty wife's mouth, give this married whore a taste of cum."

He felt his load about to burst out the tip of his cock. Leaning forward as quickly as possible, he slipped the tip just inside her lips before unleashing a stream of semen. He drained every last drop in her which she greedily swallowed with pleasure. He collapsed back on the seat and tried to recover from his own climax, but could tell she was quickly approaching another orgasm herself from her fast paced whimperish moans.

The steady rhythm and pulverizing of her ass hole continued outside. She felt the sharp tingle of nerve endings in her colon that she never knew existed as he pummeled her. A second orgasm began to tear through her body leaving her wailing ear piercing curses into the confines of the booth. 

"Fucking use me like a filthy slut, YESSSS. Use my white fuck holes." 

She shook and moaned, succumbing to the second and more intense orgasm letting it take hold of her emotionally and physically. A wave of satisfaction and bliss filled her as she slipped into almost a sexual coma of sorts.

Wave after wave of lust filled men continued to come at her taking their turn on the helpless wench. The count of how many and exact numbers lost meaning as the time went by. Eventually, time seemed to loose all meaning in the booth, seemingly hours went by as a married woman screamed obscenities and moaned sounds like she had never made before in her life. some of her groans seemed pleasure oriented, and some seemed to blend a mix of pleasure and pain. She was truly overcome by the sheer righteous power of her captors. Fingers, hands, and lips continued molesting her everywhere... saying 'we own your body' and 'you belong to us now'. She could feel how swollen and raw her pussy was even without being able to lower her hand to her own sex. She felt completely used, and was totally delighted in the feeling.

At some point, when she felt like she just couldn't take any more cock in her holes, it all stopped abruptly. The beating of the music died, a final dick popped out of her cunt, and a few parting slaps and nipple twists signaled the end. Clearly they had all had their fun with her, some probably several times. As all the muffled voices trailed off and died down, they married couple both heard the sound of the lock on the side door to the booth coming free. 

As he collected himself, and started to rise, he heard his wife say in sheer exhaustion "Fuck. I don't think I can move, but get me out of here. Your slut wife has had enough."

The moment he exited his temporary confinement, the stench of sex and sweat flooded his nostrils. The bright overhead lights were a vast difference from the dimly lit space he just exited, his eyes struggled to re-adjust in the brightness.

As he stepped around the corner to see his wife's body, the first thing that came to his attention was how she was positioned on the bench. Her legs were up in the stirrups which spread her open very wide, to the point of looking very uncomfortable for her, but to allow easy access to the gentlemen using her body. They obviously had very easy access to her holes in her present state. 

The second thing to catch is eye was what appeared to be something on her skin. His eyes strained to adjust, and as they did it became apparent that it was words written on her skin. Clearly written with a black magic marker were several phrases on various parts of her body. The first that caught his eye was the writing across her belly, it was very large and read "CUNT 4 BBC" with an very thickly drawn arrow pointing down to her crotch. Across her chest and tits was written "WHITE WHORE", and then he noticed the "CUM DUMP" and "BLACK SLUT" scribed on each of her thighs. The contrast between the dark lettering and her white skin was that much more exhilarating with the filthy words on her.

Other signs of their disregard for her body stuck out as he surveyed the scene. She had large and very obvious hickies left around her body. Traces of where their mouths had been on her included the top and sides of one breast, all around the areola of the other, down her belly, several random spots above and just to the sides of her outer labia, and all down her legs with a concentration on her calves too.

The amount of semen on her was unbelievable, large globs of cum still clung to her skin everywhere. Pools of sperm developed in her belly button and against her neck where it collected and lay with thick white chunks floating in clearer pools of the liquid. The variance in texture of the jism on her suggested all the different cocks it came from over the course of the evening. Trails of sticky moisture ran off the curvy sides of her breasts and torso where it connected with the black leather of the bench below forming even more pools and showing off the milky contrast against its black background.

Her cunt was a mess. Swollen and red from consistent pounding and abuse, and leaking a virtual river of cum, it was quite a sight to see from his own wife's vagina. Her small stretch of pubic hair was holding more semen in its few brunette hairs than he though could possibly stay in the thatch of hair without leaking out. The lips of her labia lay wide open displaying the stretched and gaping hole of her love canal. They had certainly loosened her up over the night as he was able to peer deep into her insides without much strain. Another large deposit of sperm was visible just inside her pussy, waiting to come gushing out any second.

As he examined the aftermath of the entire scene, he felt aroused and contented, yet shamed. Most men upon witnessing their wife as an abused product of a black gang bang would be angered or upset at the least. Yet he instead delighted in seeing her become the object of lewd sexual desire for men who only viewed her as a piece of white fuck meat. All the apparent signs of disregard for her body were only fueling his appetite that much further.

Finally after he'd has his fill of studying the scene, her stepped towards her head and removed the lock to slide up her neck restraint and free her from the inside of the booth. All she could manage was a loud sigh of exhaustion as appreciation. The clanging of her wrist restraints at her sides made her husband aware she still needed further assistance. He removed the cuff on her right side then stepped around to do the same with her left. That's when he noticed another glaring symbol of humiliation to her, they had written "WHORE WIFE" on her left hand with a small arrow leading to her wedding banded finger. It brought a smile to his face and then he released her left arm as well.

When she felt her hubby remove her legs from the stirrups, she knew she could finally stand up. As she raised up off the bench, a loud sound of sticky leather erupted as her skin separated from the cum coated bench. 

"My God!" was all she muttered as she glanced down her body for the first time seeing all the writing, hickies, cum, signs of her abuse and crude sexual usage. The loads of jism still inside her vagina quickly ran out of her gaping hole as she rose, she could feel the fluid run out of her insides and pour down her inner thigh. 

Realizing she needed a towel or something to clean herself up, he searched around the immediate area but found nothing to pat her dry with, not even her own clothes that she arrived in. They seemed to have been removed from where she had left them on purpose, perhaps to add an even deeper level of humiliation. Too sore and tired to raise much concern, she began just walking toward the front door in the nude and messy state she was in.

A tripod seemingly meant for a camera stood in a corner of the scene on their way out. It's camera was gone but the stand was evidence of the scene being captured on video for someone's later amusement. It certainly stole any morsel of dignity she had left, yet all either of them could think of was how fun it would be to see that movie.



The Booth



We had talked about it before, usually jokingly but she knew I'd been fantasizing of sucking off a man for years. We'd often teased one another with whispered little scenarios which involved me with another guy and it always seemed to add a spark to our lovemaking. I'd often hinted playfully about the two of us visiting a glory hole so that she could watch first hand as I played out our little fantasy. She would always cringe and say that the idea of a glory hole was gross and that those places were filthy. All the more decadent, the more lustful as far as I was concerned. Raunchiness definitely has it's place in a healthy sexual diet but I couldn't argue with her point either and so I had resigned myself to the fact that it'd never happen. For this reason, I never imagined that I'd be telling this story about my darling wife and I sitting in a dimly lit yet surprisingly clean video booth at our local adult video store. Still, despite her words to the contrary, I had known all along that somewhere behind her façade' she was secretly intrigued. You see, she was just as turned on by the idea of seeing her husband suck cock as I was by the thought of doing it while she watched me.

It was a Saturday night in June. The air was dry and warm. I was waiting in the driveway with the engine running. We were on our way out for dinner and drinks at a restaurant which had recently opened nearby. She let me know that she was feeling sexy when she appeared on the doorstep. I did a double-take and then just soaked in the vision of my beautiful, sultry wife as she sauntered her way to the car. My eyes devoured her form from the ground up. She was wearing a pair of black vinyl pumps which rose up to mid calf. From there, her shapely, naked legs were exposed ever so briefly until a mid thigh length, black skirt clung tightly to her irresistibly feminine hips. Up top she was wearing a black, sport jacket which was open in the front revealing a white dress shirt which was unbuttoned one button too many and it became quite evident that she was braless when her jacket would move away just enough as she walked . Her hardened nipples were tracing little circles behind her blouse with every step. They were agonizingly obvious as they pressed against the shear fabric. Her makeup was a little different too. A little more bold. A little more sluttish. I didn't know what got her in this daring mood but I was loving it! When she leaned down to get into the car, her shirt hung open and I caught a quick glimpse of her naked breasts. I was able to confirm that her beautiful nipples were as hard as diamonds and I was growing hard myself behind the wheel as we headed off to the restaurant. 

I kept stealing glances at her and playing out in my mind how If things went right I'd have those delicious lips wrapped around my cock later that evening once I got her home. 

Suddenly, she broke the silence. " You're thinking about me blowing you aren't you?" she accused. "I can tell by the way you keep looking at my lips. " 

That's amazing!" I said. " That's exactly what I was thinking about!" 

She laughed and said " It's not really all that amazing....I mean, you're always thinking about me blowing you. " 

When I stopped laughing I told her, " Whatever it is that you think you're doing, you're doing it right! You're turning me on like there's no tomorrow. I'm loving you behaving like this!" 

She giggled and said " You just wait till I get you home." and with that she reached across the car and gave my cock a squeeze through my jeans.

"Wow!" She said smiling even more. " I guess you are loving this." 

Dinner was great. It was a quiet restaurant with soft, romantic music, candles and absolutely gorgeous wait staff. The waiters and waitresses all looked beautiful. Our waiter was no exception and more than once, over the course of the evening, I'd caught my lady starring as he waited the next table. 

" He's gorgeous isn't he?" I asked . " 

"I'll say! I was just thinking about your lips on his cock." she whispered with a devilish grin as she took another sip from her wine. 

Hearing my wife say things like this always turns me on. We often point out attractive strangers to one-another when we're out or when we're watching TV and tease about what it would be like to share our bed together with them.

" You're making my cock throb in my pants." I told her.

She giggled, then she turned away and resumed staring at our waiter, all the while letting her eyes wander all over him. She was drinking in every inch of his body and face. Lingering occasionally on his ass and his crotch whenever his posture provided her the opportunity. 

She looked back in my direction and remarked " Hell, I wouldn't mind playing with him myself." 

Talk about a tease! She knew I would get a charge out of her remark. One of my many fantasies has always been to share my wife with another man. 

"You're killing me." I said. "Let's take him home with us." Playfully testing the waters. Would she be receptive? . "Please! Please! Can we bring him home?" I continued. 

She giggled again. 

She began to playfully tease him over dinner and when she noticed him begin to take notice of her she became a little more daring. Whenever he'd approach she'd cast me a devilish smirk and sneakily tug her blouse open exposing her beautiful tits for him. At first I was shocked and so was he. He almost dropped the tray that he was carrying. She'd never gone this far before. She was attempting to conceal her enjoyment but the subtle smirk on her face combined with the lustful look in her eyes betrayed her and I realized that she was quite pleased with herself. I found her behavior to be incredibly hot. My cock felt like it was tearing it's way through my clothes. I wanted her in the worst way and she knew it.

As dinner went on she became even more daring. When she had his attention, she'd lick her fork seductively or lean forward on her elbows and press her tits together displaying an inviting sample of her irresistible cleavage. I pointed out that he was obviously in a state of arousal and she softly squealed with delight and squirmed in her seat. She was enjoying herself alright and that made three of us.

"I can't wait to get you home" she said with a loving smile. 

"Likewise" I replied. "You're in for it now." I warned. 

" Let's go before I do something really nuts."

I was pretty sure that I knew what she was implying but I wasn't familiar with this side of my wife of twenty years. I decided that I'd let her spell it out for me. Just to play it safe.

I paid the check, left a generous tip and thanked our hot waiter for providing us with such a "memorable feast". She giggled yet again at this and he looked at her with a "Is that all I'm gonna' get?" expression. She winked at him and said, 

" Everything was wonderful. We'll be back and we'll ask for you. What's your name again? " 

"Um," he paused as if he couldn't remember his own name. " Taylor." he finally said. His voice strained and shaking. 

She lovingly placed her hand on his and whispered, "Thank you Taylor. We'd very much like you to serve us again. There are so many things on your menu that we'd love to sample."

With that she grabbed my arm and ushered me out the door leaving Taylor standing in the dining room no doubt staring at her delightful ass as we exited into the sultry evening air.

"Get me home so I can fuck my husband" she demanded.

Well, if that's not spelled out I don't know what is. Good thing I played it safe I thought to myself. I really thought we were going to invite our waiter home for desert. Although I was just a little disappointed I was still eager to ravage my darling wife. Perhaps she'd whisper lustful scenarios about what we'd have done had Taylor come home with us while we made love. That would be almost as good as the real thing. Damn! Was I in a state of extreme arousal thanks to my wife's teasing and decadent behavior. 

I opened the door of the car and as she slid into her seat I noticed for the first time that she was exposed under that skirt, no panties. I noticed as well that she appeared to be shimmering with a familiar moistness. I closed her door and got in behind the wheel. I reached over to touch that beautiful pussy confirming that she was indeed dripping wet.

"Wow!" I said " I guess you really did think he was hot. 

" I'd fuck both of you right now if I had half a chance." She said. "Get me home before I explode!" 

After sucking her juices from my fingers I returned my hand to her sopping pussy and began to trace around her clit with my fingers. She opened her legs and moaned her approval as I drove along eager to get her home.

We were sitting at a red light when I noticed the adult video store across the street. We'd gone in there before together but it was years ago. I love porn just like any other male and so I blurted out a suggestion...

"Hey you wanna' go in and pick up a hot movie to watch.? Maybe something bi so we can see some boy / boy action?" 

She usually isn't interested in porn but she likes to watch young, twink type gay action flicks every once in a while.

"Yeah, why not? That sounds like fun." 

Jeeze! I thought to myself she's in rare form tonight. I was loving this sexy, confident woman who'd been keeping my cock as hard as steel all night long. 

We were browsing our way up and down the isles picking up the different movies and checking out the action on the covers when we paused to look at the bisexual selections rack. I picked up one with a photo of a hot, middle aged woman surrounded by a dozen guys. She was lying on her back on top of a very muscular, younger dude and his thick cock penetrated her ass. In her pussy was an enormous cock which belonged to a hard bodied, attractive black man. In each of her hands she had another swollen shaft. One belonging to a very young blond, beach boy type with six pack abs and model quality good looks. The other was wielded by a slim Asian boy. The cover said "All models are over the age of eighteen." so I know that he was, but he could've passed for fourteen. Streaks of their cum covered her hands, breasts and chin. They were standing on either side of the woman while leaning across her and engaged in a full mouth kiss with each other. She appeared to be very turned on by this judging from the lustful expression on her face as she gazed up at them. The rest of the guys were all crammed around her jerking each other off while aiming their cocks all at her naked body. 

"That looks hot" she said. 

She was right. It was hot and I was stoked! 

It was at that exact moment when she moved in to me and whispered in my ear...

" That guy over there is staring at me." she said. 

I followed her gaze and met the site of a rather attractive, thirty something guy who was standing just to the side of the darkened hallway which leads to the video booths in back. He had lush brown hair and broad shoulders. His face was very masculine and his features were angular, powerful. He was definitely looking her way until he noticed me and turned his gaze to mine. Instead of dropping his gaze he smiled a very soft and friendly smile. She whispered to me again...

" I think he's touching himself." 

Looking down toward his crotch I noticed a large bulge and there was subtle movement coming from his right hand which was thrust deep into his pants pocket. He glanced back at me still stroking himself and motioned us with a nod of his head to follow him down the darkened hallway. 

"I think he wants us to follow him" I said.

It was at that point that I heard the words that I never would've ever imagined could've come from my adoring wife's sensuous lips...

"Here's your chance baby. He obviously needs some help with that thing in his pants. Lets follow him and see what happens." 

I thought that my legs were going to give out from underneath me. She'd never, ever made a move like this before. 

We entered the hallway and we were both trembling with anticipation, He was holding a door to one of the booths open and he smiled warmly and motioned for us to enter. As we walked dangerously close by him he spoke softly...

" Watch movie number fourteen" he said as he slowly closed the door behind my wife and I. As the door closed I noticed that he never took his eyes off her breasts which were exposed almost to the nipples by her unbuttoned blouse. I also noticed that he had quite an erection in his jeans.

She immediately took a seat on the bench at the rear of the booth. I fumbled in my pocket for my wallet and as I slipped a dollar into the player we both heard the door to the adjacent room open and then close again. Looking toward the wall which separated the two rooms we simultaneously noticed the 4 or 5 inch wide hole in the wall complete with padded sides of vinyl, The hole was at face level if one were to be seated on the bench at the rear of the room or if you'd prefer, it was at crotch height should you be standing in front of it. 

" Is that what I think it is?" she asked with honest innocence and a refreshing ring of interest instead of the disgust that I'd normally expect to see in a place like this. 

"Yup. I'd say that's exactly what you think it is." I replied.

Suddenly the screen lit up and prompted for a selection number.

"Fourteen right?" I asked .

"That's what he said. Fourteen." she said back smiling now and surprisingly at ease. 

I punched in the numbers.

"It's allot cleaner in here than I ever imagined it would be.I mean, you guys are such pigs ." she said "but someone does a very good job of keeping this place nice. I was expecting my feet to stick to the floor." 

A husky laugh came from the other side of the wall. At the sound of his laughter she looked up at me with a grin and shuddered in glee like a little girl who just learned that she's going to Disney Land. Through the hole we could see only darkness but our side was lit because of the viewing screen's illumination. I was sure that he was watching us and I imagined him looking at my sexy wife and stroking himself. I was extremely exited at the thought.

The movie title appeared on the screen as I sat down beside her with the ominous glory hole just off to my left.

"Bi - Bi - Love" the screen read. "Staring...."

The credits were short and while they played a few still shots from the film flicked past in an erotic slideshow in the background. One of them flashed on the screen that caused us to both look at each with shocked revelation it was a scene of a glory hole in a video booth with a white man on his knees sucking on a beautiful, black cock though the hole. A sexy white brunette knelt beside him and appeared to be mesmerized by the action. Again my lovely bride squirmed in her seat uncontrollably. Could this scene be why our stranger had suggested movie number fourteen I wondered to myself. I felt certain that it was. 

The movie began and lo and behold the first scene to appear on the screen was the glory hole scene. It opened with a couple laughing and giggling in an apparent drunken state as they entered a video booth of their own and immediately they begin groping each other. Kissing hungrily and pulling at each others clothes, soon they were naked and as he sat down on the bench she deftly swung a leg over him and sunk to the hilt onto his upward aiming cock. 

My wife reached over and stroked my cock through my pants. 

"That looks like fun." she cooed. In a very sexy voice. 

It occurred to me that she spoke loud enough for our friend in the next booth to hear. She turned toward me and placed both of her hands on my crotch. She kissed me deeply and began unzipping my pants. Glancing up toward the screen I noted that there was now a large and very black cock jutting through the hole in the wall and our boy in the foreground is slurping up and down it's length with the oral skills of a pro. His lady has him by the back of his head and feigns that she's forcefully making him suck his new big , black friend's cock. 

"Oh my god. Look at that!!!" She panted. 

"Yeah." I said. " That's fucking hot." 

"Not the movie baby! ....That!!!" She exclaimed. 

She was pointing past me toward our own glory hole. I turned to look and there standing fully erect and gloriously huge was a perfectly shaped penis. It was bouncing to the pulse of it's owner and it was literally inches from my face. A drop of pre-cum glistened at its' tip. Before I knew what I was doing I had hold of this magnificent cock and I was stroking it to an incredibly bigger, harder state.

"Oh my god" She panted again from directly beside my right ear. "That's so fucking hot honey! He's fucking huge!" she continued. 

She had her arm wrapped around my waist and was pumping my cock rhythmically to the soundtrack of the movie. From the other side of the wall I heard a moan of pleasure as I ran my tongue up from the base of his shaft all the way to its' tip. His body convulsed in a spasm and I paused to smile at my lovely wife. She had her other hand under her skirt I could hear her pussy making lip smacking sounds as she stroked herself in a frenzy. She smiled back sexily and said in a loud enough voice for our friend to hear...

"Suck that big cock baby! Suck it good!!!" 

Her other hand was still pumping my cock as I returned to my new friends' shaft. I pushed my mouth as far down his cock as it could go and slowly slid him back out and repeated this slowly and methodically trying to prolong all of our pleasure. I would pause now and then to lick the length of his monstrous cock and to suck his balls into my mouth, fondling them with my tongue. He was smooth shaved and clean smelling. He had on just the right amount of a very intoxicating cologne. It filled my nostrils and made my cock throb in my wife's well trained hand. His balls were large and firm. As I caressed them in my hand I pumped his incredible length with my other while I sucked and sucked for all I was worth. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I needed to taste his seed, to suck him to completion. Suddenly, his balls pulled tightly up into his groin indicating his impending release. It wouldn't be long before my reward would spill from this beautiful hunk of rock hard flesh that I was worshiping. 

" I think he's gonna' cum baby." she said loudly again and with this his body stiffened. 

I increased my tempo of pumping his cock with my hand and bobbing my eager face on him until I felt him buck hard into my mouth as he grunted and the first of many streams of hot, delicious sperm sprayed into my mouth. I slid my hand tightly to the base of his cock and sucked the head as hard as I could. This triggered his second blast which was more powerful than his first and he grunted loudly as it fired into my already half filled mouth. I quickly swallowed and resumed applying extreme suction to the head of this amazing shaft. His body was shaking and he grunted again as yet another shot of his creamy load fired into my hungry mouth. This time I didn't swallow but instead I turned, open mouthed to show my now panting wife my creamy reward. Her eyes told the whole story as she immediately began to have her own orgasm. She cried out as each wave of pleasure shook through her gorgeous body. Her eyes were glued to my cum filled mouth as I turned back For my next blast of semen. This time I timed it a little wrong and he shot a stream onto my lips and it spilled downward onto my wife's hand as she stroked my cock. With a gasp of wanton lust she quickly took advantage of the added lubrication and massaged his piping hot cum onto my shaft. Meanwhile my boy toy had fired three more blasts which I savored on my tongue. He was beginning to slow down with his convulsions and each subsequent spurt of his cum became smaller. I swallowed another savory mouthful, licked him clean as he bucked his hips a few more times and gave up the last precious drops of his seed to me. My wife was on her third orgasm and I had been neglecting her. I stood and turned to face her as my new friend's cock softened. My cock, still wet with his cum was in front of her face. "Lick his cum of my cock baby." I said and before the words had left my lips she was sucking my cum covered dick like a shameless slut. I could feel my own blood begin to boil as my orgasm approached. I stopped her before I lost control but not before she was able to lick up the last trace of his juice . 




The Booth



Glancing at the glory hole I saw that it was empty. I hadn't heard the door from his side to indicate that he had left and once more I felt him watching from his darkened booth. 

"Your turn now baby." Said my wonderful wife. " Let's see him suck you now." 

I turned to the wall and allowed my throbbing cock to protrude into the darkness. Immediately it was seized by a powerful, calloused hand and I felt the warmness of his salivating mouth envelope my entire cock. I gasped in pleasure as he began to suck me in and out of his mouth. Slowly at first but quickly becoming urgent. It was obvious that he wanted me to cum and cum right then and there.. In my incredibly aroused condition I wasn't going to disappoint. I moved myself to the side slightly to afford my baby a better view of this lewd spectacle. She could see the urgency in my face and she could see this stranger's lips sliding up and down on her husband's cock. 

At this, she commanded in a stern voice..."Yeah baby! Shoot your load down his throat." 

She was frigging herself furiously and began to slide into another orgasm. This pushed me right off the edge and I fired a powerful blast into my mystery man's hungry mouth. He swallowed it in stride and sucked spurt after glorious spurt of my load down until I lost my erection. I collapsed onto the bench as my wife came down from her climax. I turned her head to face me and as I leaned in to kiss her and as I did I noticed our new friends' huge cock standing tall and proud once again through the glory hole. He obviously liked sucking cock as much as I did. 

"Would it be OK with you if I had a shot at this big boy?" She asked turning toward the glory hole. 

My freshly drained cock stiffened slightly at the thought of her worshiping this enormous shaft just as I had done only minutes before. 

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now than to watch you suck this cock." 

I saw his cock jump involuntarily at my words. She turned her attention to the glory hole and it's occupant. She reached toward him tentatively and brushed the underside of his shaft with her fingers. Another involuntary twitch as his dick lurched upward seemingly with a mind of its' own. As she wrapped her hand around its' girth I noticed how her hand looked small in comparison to the size of him. She began to slowly stroke up and down its' length. He grew even more erect at her touch and she gasped in amazement. Opening her perfect mouth, she sensuously took in several inches of his length. She quickly developed a rhythm and before long she was pumping with both hands while sucking and slurping shamelessly. I reached across her lap and stroked her sopping pussy. Her juices were literally running from her scalding cunt. I was absolutely beside myself with arousal to be witnessing my darling wife behaving in such a whorish manner. I had never been so turned on in all of my life. My wife was being an absolute slut and I never wanted to see it end. She hungrily gorged herself on him for several minutes as I looked on over her shoulder and fingered her to orgasm after orgasm. Each time she'd cum she let out a muffled, guttural moan from around his monstrous tool. 

"I want this in my pussy!" she blurted out as she pulled her lips from his cock with a popping sound.. 

Before I could nod my approval she rose to her feet, turned an about face, hiked up her sluttish, tight skirt, She then bent at the waist and in one fluid motion she sunk her pussy all the way down to the base of his giant, throbbing, veined pole. As she hit bottom she cried out...

"Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! I'm cumming already!!!" 

He began thrusting in and out of her with extreme force. The wall separating the two rooms shook with the weight of his body as he slammed his huge cock into my wife in an unrelenting assault. She shrieked each time he hit bottom as his incredibly huge, horse like dick spread her open like never before. Over and over again she came. Her juices flowed like torrents down each of her legs. 

"Fuck me!, Oh god. Fuck me! Fuck Me!, Harder!, Oh god I keep Cumminnnnnnnnggg!!!!1" 

There she was, My dainty little wife in a sleazy bookstore video booth getting railed by a total stranger with the biggest cock I've ever seen. I was hard again and when she noticed, she barked out her demand.

" Get over here with that gorgeous cock and fuck my mouth. I want cock from both ends." 

I complied and she immediately started to cum again. This time shrieking stifled screams from around my shaft as each wave of pleasure shot through her electrified body. The wall was shaking and I could hear her lover 's moans rise in pitch as he began his approach toward his release. This was all I needed and my balls tightened into a knot. She was humping him and face fucking me with total abandon as she rolled from one earth shattering orgasm to the next. Suddenly the assault from behind the wall stopped abruptly and then he thrust so hard that I thought he was going to crash through the wall. She was forced forward until my cock found its' way all the way down her throat. Again he slammed himself in to the hilt blasting his seed deep inside her. She screamed out in pure, lustful bliss as he pounded her again and again with such force that I was sure his cock would tear her apart. I gripped her by her hair and held her face into my groin pushing myself as far down her throat as I could reach. She was still convulsing with pleasure as Mr. big and I pumped her full of cum from both ends simultaneously. Slowly she slid her lips from around my shaft as he withdrew that magnificent gift of a cock that he had been blessed with. I felt so totally fulfilled knowing that my wife and I had just been blessed with the pleasure of the very same cock.

The glory hole had gone empty again and we could here him gathering his clothes. Suddenly his hand appeared at the hole. He was holding a business card. I took it and his hand disappeared back into the darkness. She had found her way to the bench and was sitting there with that naughty little skirt hiked up to her waist. We heard the door close in the next booth and then footsteps back down the darkened hallway. 

I glanced down at the business card and smiled as my cock stirred yet again. I handed her the card and she read it aloud. 

" The Lover's Playground an Alternative Lifestyle Adult Club. Were no fantasy goes unfulfilled. " 

There was a phone number, an address and the name of our new acquaintance and who I assumed must be his wife... 

"Richard and Tory Long Event Coordinators & Founders." 

"Save this card sweetheart. You never know when we're gonna' need another amazing night of raw, sexual abandon." she giggled. " Now get down here and lap all this wonderful cum out of your slut wife's dripping pussy like a good cocksucker!" 

She came again as his juices and hers gushed into my eager, waiting mouth. 

"you know," She said as she started to laugh out loud. " His name is perfect!"

I looked at her inquisitively.

"Dick Long." She managed to blurt out still laughing.

Now we were both laughing loudly as we straightened ourselves while walking down the darkened hallway. The patrons, all men, stared at my gorgeous lady as we left the bookstore. 

We drove home in silence glancing at each other periodically and exchanging warm smiles. No words were spoken. Each of us knew that while this may have been the first time that we'd acted on one of our fantasies it certainly wouldn't be the last.



The Booth



The first thing you do as you walk into the tight, cramped little booth is roll the dimmer switch to give yourself more light. It helps you to see the plush crimson carpet, the thin, dark walls and the hole in the wall on either side at just below hip height. You know what they're for.

You close the door and lock it behind you, which turns on a little red light above the door that says 'engaged'. People know you're in here now. The rooms to your left and your right are entered from the male only side of the building. This place is designed for the security of the women who enjoy sucking anonymous cock.

You open the peephole on either side of the room enough that people will be able to look through at you pleasuring somebody else, but not so that they can see you pleasuring them. Next, you pull out the stool in the far side of the booth and set it up in the middle of the room. The TV is already on, displaying a CCTV feed that goes from room to room, showing off the men being pleasured. You have a quick scan of the roof for a camera, but this place is run by women who have assured you anonymity.

You hear a door closing on the room to your right and then the one on your left. You stand next to your stool, looking at the peepholes, and begin to strip off your dress. You take your time because you have no idea if you're being watched or not. The zip comes down almost theatrically. You wiggle your hips as it comes down. The bra comes off with a swivel so that everyone who might be looking gets a full showing of your chest. 

You hear the door in the booth on the right close first, so you sit on your stool facing that direction. It's dark when you look through the hole. If there's somebody there you can't see them. You put a finger through the hole and it only takes a moment for you to see a hand reaching out to stroke your fingers. He doesn't greet you. You don't greet him. He steps into position so that you can watch him unzip, drop his trousers and expose himself. He steps forwards as you withdraw your fingers but rather than putting his cock into reach of your tongue, he strokes himself a little harder first.

When it is in reach, you take a gentle grip of his cock and lick the head tenderly. It gets harder at your touch and it soon becomes clear just what you have to work with. It's circumcised, long and thin. You don't hold back. Reaching into your bag, you produce a tube of something strawberry to apply, and you hear your first noise from him as it's applied. A second later, you're tasting it as you take half of the shaft into your mouth. He gives a real moan then.

You hold the head in your mouth and stroke the length of it, licking and sucking at the taste you've applied. You've consumed it in no time, but you're so thoroughly in the moment that you are desperate to help this man finish. You glance up at the screen and wonder if the man there is the man you're pleasuring, or if this is a recording from another day. Maybe it's not actually a recording from these booths. There are far too many possibilities. Are you being watched? Is the man in the room behind you making himself hard by watching you suck on another man?

You hear a knock on the wall, giving you warning that he's about to cum. The head comes out of your mouth and the speed of your strokes increases. You aim him down towards your boobs, and stroke out a generous helping of sperm.

Knowing what's coming, you don't make much effort to clean. You just give yourself a wipe with tissues from your bag so that nothing drips south. You hear a muttered thank you as the softening cock is taken out of your sight. Taking a seat on the stool, now facing the other direction, you put your fingers through the hole and also slip a hand into your underwear. You're wet and you've come in prepared with condoms. This one could be in for a good fucking.

You change your mind when it comes through the hole. It's long and thick; both longer and thicker than any cock you've fucked before. It's dark, and how high it is in the hole suggests a tall, toned man. You caress the balls hanging below before you take a hold of the cock itself. As it turns out, it can get ever so slightly harder.

You take long strokes and lick up and down the whole length. You open wide and take a good third of it in your mouth, but you can't take any more. It doesn't much seem to matter given the noises coming out of that booth. He's loving the attention.

You get rid of your underwear, open your legs and pull your vibrator out of your bag. It comes on a low setting, and you hold it against your clit with your right hand while you stroke cock with your left. You suck gentle and stroke roughly while you let the sounds that he makes guide you. He takes longer to satisfy. You alternative between deep strokes and shallow strokes but your tongue is constantly working.

An idea pops into your head, and it's a good one. You put the toy away and put the fingers of your spare hand back through the first hole. Your reward comes quickly. Already hard, a brand new cock comes through the hole for you. This one is of a decidedly more average size, which is a good thing really. You lay a hand on both cocks and move your mouth from one to the other for a moment, then tell the larger cock to hang on for a moment.

You bend over against the hole for the smaller cock and, your hand between your slightly apart legs, guide him into your sodden vagina. Holding yourself against the wall, you allow him to decide how deep he goes. He goes all the way in from the off. Both of your hands take a grip of the larger cock opposite you. 

The excitement of both men is obvious. You are fucked rough and hard by one, while the other makes non-stop noise when you take him back into your mouth. The ferocity at which you're being fucked takes you from the level of excited you were to the very brink of orgasm in less than five minutes.

Concentration is required before that when you hear a knocking at the wall by the man in your mouth. You can't think so close to cumming, so you don't stop or move at all and he fills your mouth with proof of his satisfaction.

He stays in your mouth a moment later. That is all it takes because there is another knock on the wall behind you. You rock your hips and push back hard, desperate to feel yourself being filled up inside with an already full mouth. The feeling of two cocks deep inside you could only be beaten by two cocks sharing their cum with you. You orgasm then, while he fucks you hard and fast, and as you tighten around him, you feel warm cum deep inside you. You stop thrusting as he does and bask in the feelings of absolute ecstasy as they wash over you. By the time you come back to yourself, both men have pulled out, and there is cum dripping out of you.

You clean up, get dressed and leave. You walk past men in the street and wonder. Before you're home, everybody you pass receives a smile from you. They don't know. Nobody knows. Even the guys involved don't know. The only evidence is the cum currently dripping out on to your underwear.



The Booth Babe



"I love your hugs!" 

They'd known each other for 18 years. She was a product rep for a national medical device company. 

She was petite, attractive, outgoing (as most product reps are). 'Booth babes', that's what they're called. Go to any medical or surgical conference and you'll find them. There's always a vendor hall with booths. The biggest companies spend hundreds of thousands on some of these booths. They're flashy, exorbitant, full sized ads sometimes bigger than a two car garage where the vendor can display their wares, 'educate', and entertain (emphasis on 'entertain') their customers and potential customers about why their product is better than that made by their competitor's. And, let's be honest... sex sells. This is not the setting for nerds. Oh sure, you'll always have the obligatory engineer for the geek doctor that is truly interested about what makes their product special. More importantly though, you've got to have 'booth babes'... great looking women (and these days, for the female surgeons, men) to draw them in, flirt with them, hold their attention long enough to actually get the product in front of them. Now, don't be misled. In the old days, booth babes were only that... window dressing. These days however, the product vendors want educated reps, college graduates that can read published studies and actually talk shop with the surgeon, while still looking sexy as hell. That's what draws them into the booth, and that's what puts a smile on the surgeon's face every time they visit his OR. And, Cindy was one of the best. She had been at this for years, built herself quite a little cadre of surgeons that used her products. That meant lots of time on the road, lots of entertaining, lots of sales, and lots of commissions. Keep your surgeon happy and keep yourself well employed. That's just how the game is played. 

Now, I mentioned that Cindy had been at this for years. She started out as a hottie in her twenties, fresh out of college some 25 years ago. She worked hard at her job, learning her products inside and out, studying her surgeon's techniques, knowing their desires, in and out of the OR; what wine Dr. Smith likes, what type of food Dr. Jones likes, Dr. William's favorite golf course, and keeping track of who Dr. Johnson's wife is, this year. She was like a major league catcher, who studies the scouting reports of every batter he and his pitchers will face. Like that catcher, she knew how to call the game. But, as she got older, she found it increasingly hard to keep her hotness and fend off the new twenty-something hottie bitches trying to woo her surgeons away. She exercised daily, swimming, bicycling, running, doing mini 'Iron Mans' to keep that girlish figure. But, it was actually her homework on her surgeons, her outgoing personality, her in-depth knowledge of her products that fostered respect and a good working relationship with her surgeons. The fact that at 50, she was still easy on the eyes, certainly didn't hurt.

She had known Gary for years. They first met when he was new to heart surgery 18 years ago at a small community hospital in central California, which was part of her sales territory. Gary was a surgeon, of a sort, a physician associate, or 'PA'. He was trained and licensed to act as an assistant surgeon, harvesting conduit used in coronary artery bypass (an operation unto itself), assisting across the table from the primary surgeon during the surgery, sometimes opening or closing the chest, performing invasive procedures, and caring for the patients pre- and post-operatively, mostly in the ICU. For the product rep, PA's were a second-tier customer, certainly not as important as the primary surgeon. That said, a seasoned and well respected PA had the ear of the surgeon and could help influence decisions on which products the surgeon chose to use. Additionally, the PA's themselves used products and equipment for their portion of the operation and the procedures they performed themselves, and they had say over what products were used in their practice as well. 

Gary was well educated with an undergrad from Boston University, PA school at Stanford, a post-graduate residency, and a master's degree in cardiothoracic surgery from the University of Nebraska. Over the years, he had become a leader in his specialty. He lectured both nationally and internationally, operating and teaching surgical techniques to PAs and surgeons alike in several countries around the world, and published pivotal research. Several years ago, he left California for two years to help start a new heart surgery program at a major hospital on the East coast and he and Cindy lost track of each other. But her returned and was now the Chief PA for busy heart surgery program at a major university in Cindy's territory, and that was just fine with her. 

Right from their first encounter, Cindy liked Gary. It wasn't that she needed to like him for business. He was generally a nice guy who believed in her products and was always willing to sing her and her company's praises to his surgeons. He had helped her get her products in front of his surgeons and, unlike some of the surgeons, never expected anything in return. Even as a fledgling PA in the specialty, Cindy could tell he had a big future, and she made sure that she kept in close touch. When they met, he was married with two small children and she was recently divorced. She would invite him to dinner but he would rarely take her up on her offers. Instead, she would bring in bagels, or lunch for the OR crew and always make it a point to spend some time with him. Being a PA was an answer to a mid-life crisis for him. This was his second career and they were pretty close in age. They found each other attractive and they just seemed to click. She would always begin and end her visits with him with a big hug. She would often think of him and wonder what he might be like as a lover. But, he was married. 

As a side bar, you might wonder what happens to 'booth babes' sexually during their careers. Let's be honest, most doctors are players and, as we've previously established, there are no homely 'booth babes'. More often, conferences are a chance for surgeons to get away from very stressful practices and to blow off a little steam in a nice hotel. And, companies are only too happy to help that happen. There are dinner meetings where several surgeons and the 'booth babes' have a great meal at some of the finest restaurants and listen to an 'expert speaker' hired by the company to hawk their product. Booze is free flowing and there are many opportunities to put your hand on someone's thigh under the table. Often is the case where a 'booth babe' would have an affair with a surgeon, sometimes sleeping with more than one at a time. Hey, you've got to build a client list somehow! If you're not selling, there's another 'booth babe' waiting to take your business. The key is to walk a fine line and not become a 'booth slut' in the process. Cindy had been very good at walking this line throughout a long and stellar career. Oh sure, she had gotten involved with a surgeon from time to time, but never (Ok, almost never, at least not knowing in advance), with a married man. Indeed she was married to one of her surgeons until he blew off steam with another 'booth babe'.

Gary, too, would think of her. Though married, things at home were never as rosy as one might think. His spouse was, shall we say, less than impressed at his change of careers. Oh, sure, he was making more than he used to, but at what cost. First there was the residency. Eighty hour work weeks left him with little time, or energy, to look after the five and three year old daughters, much less meet her needs. And, residency paid for shit, which left her, just like she had done while he was in school, working her ass off to support the family. But, even after residency, it seemed like work was always more important than she and their daughters. They had moved three times in four years, all for his career. She was constantly giving up her friends. He was never home to help. Eighty hours a week became sixty-five. When was it her turn?

There's a saying: 'Happy wife means a happy life.' and his wife was anything but happy. That translated to no sex and lots of self-pleasure and visions of Cindy were a frequent object of his satisfaction.

The timing never seemed right for them though. He returned from the east coast after his spouse threatened, and then went through with, divorce. While he was away, Cindy had met a guy. Not a surgeon, mind you, a civilian. He was an older man, and a moderately successful entrepreneur. She met him jogging one day and he instantly fell in love with her. She, seeing her years pass before her eyes, thought 'I don't want to be alone in my old age' and went through with the wedding. He had retired early after selling his under-valued company and bought a local pub. They became lovers first, then best friends, but like all relationships, time eroded the passion between them. She had thought about retirement... about running his pub with him. The truth is though, she enjoyed playing the game, walking the wire between 'booth babe' and 'booth slut'. When Gary retuned from the east coast, single, Cindy was 'happily' married. 

The one day, they ran into each other in the hallway leading to the OR.

"Oh my God!," she exclaimed. She ran to him and they embraced. The embrace seemed to go on forever, each of them enjoying the sight, the scent, the touch of the other. He firmed at the warmth and touch of her. She, unconsciously feeling his growing bulge pressing into her, moistened.

"I love your hugs! How long has it been?" She asked.

He stepped back and looked her over.

"Two years. No, almost three. Far too long." He replied. "You look spectacular."

They were both a few years older but she looked as hot as her remembered her. 

"We have to catch up!," she quipped. "Let me take you to dinner."

"You know, I can afford to buy you dinner." He said.

"You know the company is buying. You don't have to do that." She replied.

He contemplated this for a moment. 'How do I read this?' He thought to himself. If he was buying dinner, then the dinner had certainly more of a personal note than if the 'company' was buying. He was hoping for that personal note, but maybe she wanted to keep this formal, business like. He was disappointed but relished the chance to spend the evening with her, nonetheless.

"Ok then. I'm off call on Thursday. Does that work for you?"

"Absolutely!" She replied. "How's 'Seasons' sound?"

Thursday afternoon she cleared her calendar. She really liked Gary. Her husband seemed pre-occupied with his pub and was even spending nights out-of-town scouting new sites to open a second. This was one of those nights. 

She decided to treat herself and made a day of it. A nice, long cycle ride in the early afternoon, followed by a swim left her in need of a good massage. She had been going to Mario for massages for a while. He was the perfect masseuse, great body, talented hands, and a quiet demeanor. Friends had told her of his special 'talents' that were available for the asking, but so far she had resisted. She always left his parlor relaxed, fulfilled, and yet, wanting. 

Next stop, a mani-pedi and Brazilian waxing. If she wasn't relaxed walking in, she certainly was walking out. 

Finally, to her makeup girl at Nordstrom's. She had been buying her makeup and perfume from the 'twenty-something' Stacey for the past couple of years and could walk in anytime for a 'buff and polish'. 

"Big night tonight love?" Stacey lengthened her lashes.

"Just meeting an old friend for dinner." She replied.

"Hhhmmmm. Well let's make sure you look edible." On went the blush.

"Stacey! You do know I'm married." 

"Listen, if you came to me before you go out with this guy? He must be something special." "I'm just saying. 'YOLO' yo." Stacey said, as she was applying lip gloss over a stunning shade of red.

"I'll keep that in mind." 

She got home about an hour before their dinner reservation and took a look at herself in the mirror. 'Still got it!' She said to herself. 

This was only supposed to be a 'get-reacquainted-business-dinner' yet she found herself putting on stockings and a garter with French-cut lace panties. She selected a skirt cut just above the knee and a red silk blouse that matched the color of her lipstick. She was a petite woman with 34 C breasts but that only emboldened her to show them off by not wearing a bra and leaving the top three buttons of her blouse undone. Some four inch Manolo Blahnik 'Pigidi' sandals, four inch gold hoop earrings, a Tory Burch 'Reva Mini' watch, and she was complete. 

She ran a brush through her platinum blonde, shoulder length hair, spritzed her neck, her wrists, and of course her cleavage with Acqua di Gio' and she was off.

She arrived at the restaurant ahead of him. She slipped the hostess a twenty and asked for a nice quiet table away from the hustles and bustle of this popular eatery.

He arrived, dressed in black dockers, a black shirt, and black sport coat. She smiled and leaned in for an embrace.

"You clean up nice, as always." She said. "And, you smell great."

His nostrils flared as he pulled her to him and was seduced by her perfume. "Wow! We're both wearing Armani."

"Yours?" She asked.

"'Code'. And, yours would be 'Gio'." Gary replied.

"Wow!" She said. "I'm impressed." 

"I've always had a great nose." Gary said. "You should see me with wines."

"We'll just see about that."

The embrace lasted a good thirty seconds with scarcely a word between them. Their hands, however, communicated their affection for one another as they rubbed each other's back. She could swear she felt his erection pressing into her groin and rather than shy from it she pulled him in even closer.

Eventually, they released one another as the, very attendant, hostess approached and offered to show them to their table. As she had asked, they were guided to a secluded table at the back of the restaurant. 

"I hope this will do." Said the hostess. 

"This is perfect." Said Cindy.

They exchanged pleasantries while she perused the wine list. The sommelier came by and asked if he could get them something. She motioned to him and whispered into his ear. 

"Very good miss." He said, and then retreated.

A few minutes later, he returned with a bottle, the label obscured by a napkin, as she had requested. He poured a sample into Gary's glass. 

"A challenge." Cindy said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Gary took the glass and swirled it to expose the fruit to the air and unleash its flavor. He raised the glass and looked through the wine into the light. He brought the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply. 

"Bold, earthy, even a little musky." Then, he took a sip and let it roll on his tongue while he pursed his lips slightly and drew his breath, allowing the air to gurgle through the nectar. He seemed pensive for a second then spoke."A zinfandel, but not from Napa. I'm thinking central coast. Maybe Montery County, maybe farther south, Paso Robles."

"Impressive." Said the sommelier.

"Bravo!" Said Cindy. She clapped as the sommelier unwrapped the bottle of zinfandel from the San Luis Obispo area of central California. 

"Wow!, I almost went with Amador County." Said Gary.

Cindy grabbed his hand. "My God! What a pallet." She said as the sommelier retreated once again. "You have a very talented tongue mister."

"You have no idea." Said Gary, as Cindy smiled and blushed.

They ordered dinner and began reminiscing over appetizers. She caught him up on all the gossip occurring during his absence. Which surgeon was sleeping with whom, which one had was working on wife number three, which one was asked to move on by his hospital. They laughed as he recalled once being hired up in Oregon to replace a PA that was caught screwing a nurse on the surgeon's office desk. 

"How are things with Ron?" Gary asked.

"Ok... ya know?"

Gary knew. He attended their wedding. He had never thought that they were the perfect couple. But, he knew that she was alone and needed someone to keep her focused, make sure she didn't stray, and Ron was her moral compass.

Dinner ended and he walked her to car. Another long, close embrace, and another impression of an erection reaching out to touch her. This time, though, rather than a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, Cindy kissed Gary's lips. A short kiss, a friendly kiss, but definitely more than she had ever allowed herself in the past.

Driving home, she recounted the evening in her head and a smile came to her lips. But, she noticed something else as well. She was moist, achy, and definitely horny. 

As she undressed for bed, she reached into her drawer and retrieved her favorite tool as she had done a hundred times before when she and Ron were apart. She started out slow, letting the vibrations tease her pussy, running it up and down her slit, rimming herself, stimulating her clit, working her pussy with ever increasing fervor until she was full on fucking herself. Flashes of Gary's eyes, his lips, his smile, his erection pressing into her filled her thoughts. His words "You have no idea" echoed in her brain as a thousand points of light flooded her consciousness and she released a flood of her cum upon her toy.

As she came down from her orgasm, she withdrew her dildo and cleansed it of her cum with her tongue, her eyes still closed, imagining the taste of her cum on Gary's cock. She soon drifted off to sleep but not before she committed herself to seducing this man of her fantasy.

About a week went by before she saw him again. She was coming out of the OR and ran into him outside the ICU. They enjoyed an embrace, making sure to keep it 'professional', in this setting.

"Listen." She said. "Saturday I'm running a mini 'Iron Man', helping to raise money for the children's surgery program. Come by. Sponsor me!"

"Sure. I'd be happy to."

Gary took down the particulars. "I'm on-call and expect to operate that morning but I'll be there at the finish line."

"Great. See you then."

Early Saturday afternoon, Gary kept his promise, and when she crossed the finish line, he congratulated her on a better-than-average time.

"Sweetie, I need a favor." She said.

"Anything." Gary replied.

"Ron's out of town and I drove over here with a girlfriend but she got a flat tire about five miles into the cycling portion and I don't expect she'll finish for a while yet." 

"I'd be happy to give you a ride home." 

"Are you sure? I'm really sweaty. I'll stink up your car." Cindy said.

"Absolutely. You've earned it."

Cindy retrieved her bicycle and they headed for his car. While he was loading her bike, she texted her friend to let her know she had found other transportation home.

On the way home, she decided. This was the opportunity she was looking for. She was going to fuck Gary, or pass out trying she told herself with a smile.

Upon reaching her house, they unloaded her bike. 

"Care to come in?" She said. "I have a nice cold Sauvignon Blanc!"

"Love to."

"Listen sweetie, I'm gonna jump in and take a quick shower. Is that Ok?"

"Of course. I'll be right here."

"Would you mind getting us that wine? It's in the fridge. There are glasses and an opener in the cabinet just to right of the fridge."

"I'm all over it."

She turned on the shower and waited for it to warm. She looked at herself, naked, in the mirror. 'OMG! What a mess!' she said to herself. Several years ago, in a drunken stupor during a girls night out, she and two of her friends had their navels pierced. A couple of years ago, she treated herself to a small, navel charm with three small diamonds each on their own silver chain. She toyed with it now, the diamonds sparkling in the light from her vanity. This was meant to show her wild side, a side she intended to explore this evening. 




The Booth Babe



She stepped into the shower and began soaping herself up. 'Damn!' she thought... stubble on her pussy. This has got to go. She reached for her razor and lathered herself up and quickly eliminated the roughness. Lathering herself like that made her wet internally and she began fingering her clit. 'WTF!' 'You've got the real thing waiting out there and you're in here playing with yourself.'

She quickly rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out and grabbed a towel. Once dry, she applied her scent, behind the ears, along her neck, a little on each wrist, and then a trail along her cleavage, across her belly, and to her nether regions.

She ran a brush through her wet hair and put on some lipstick. 

She put on a set of lace panties. 'Can't be too obvious.' She told herself. She selected a muslin dress with a low neckline that rests on her shoulders and headed back to the living room to find her conquest.

She found Gary right where she wanted him, on the sofa. He handed her a glass of wine and she sat down next to him. She took a good slug of wine and pondered her next move. 

"God, I needed that." "I'm always so tense after these things. My shoulders are in knots."

"Well I can help with that." 

Gary took their wine glasses and sat them on the coffee table in front of then. He made a motion with his finger advising her to turn away from him, and she complied.

He started massaging her traps. "God, you are tight. He continued to massage her, pressing into muscles. After two or three minutes of this he remarked "What you need is some liniment oil to treat your muscles."

"I don't have that, but I do have some nice massage oil. I'll be right back." Off she went to her bedroom, returning in a couple of minutes, out of her dress, in a short silk robe, massage oil in hand. "I hope you don't mind, I didn't want to get oil all over my dress."

"Not at all." 

She handed him the oil and re-took her seat to his side facing away. She then loosened and lowered her robe so her shoulders were exposed, the robe barely covering her breasts. 

He took the oil and applied it to his hands and noticed almost immediately that it produced a warm feeling on his palms. "This will work." He said.

He then went back to the task at hand, working her muscles. She hung her head forward as he worked her mastoid muscles starting up around her ears, down the back of her neck, to her shoulders. His fingers crested her from behind, reach forward and massaging the insertion site along her clavicle. She let her head fall back and leaned into him as he continued to knead her flesh.

She giggled. "I'll give you all night to stop." 

"So let me ask you... In all the years we've known each other, why have you never hit on me."

"You're gorgeous. You get hit on by every surgeon you see. I've seen it, over and over again, for years. And as far as I know, you've never taken any of those surgeons up on their offers. Either that, or you're the most discreet product rep I've ever encountered. Either way, I've always respected our friendship too much to be 'that guy'."

"But, that's just it. It's our friendship that separates 'us' from my relationship with those surgeons. I actually like you!"

With that, she tilted her head back and looked up at him with those sexy blue eyes, and they kissed.

The kiss was soft, her lips parting slightly, her tongue probing, searching for him. She found him and they began a seductive dance designed to lure him into her mouth. She retreated... he followed, as she had planned.

Their kisses grew in intensity. His hands began to rove over her front, her robe slipping and exposing her breasts. His hands found and cupped her breasts. He kneaded them and rolled her nipples between his thumb and fore fingers, tugging at them causing her to sigh into his open mouth. She reached up with her arm and drew her nails across the back of his neck, pressing him to her, encouraging his assault. He disengaged from her lips and began kissing her neck, drilling into her flesh with his tongue. She moved her head to the side and surrendered herself to him. 

He completed his attack on her neck. 

"Bed me." She said.

He released her from his grip and she got up and seductively walked away, her robe, open now, hanging off her shoulders. She turned toward him while taking a few steps backwards and smiled at him as she gestured with her index finger for him to follow. He could see her breasts, barley covered. Her navel piercing was peeking out at him from the open robe and as his eyes followed the opening downward, he could see her hairless pussy. He immediately got up from the sofa and she could see his cock straining to be free of his pants. She raised an eyebrow, giggled, and turned away again walking off with him in tow.

He followed her to her bedroom. When she entered, she let the robe fall off to the floor and he could appreciate her perfect ass from behind. He approached her and reaching under her arms, once again cupped her breasts and pulled her to him. She looked back and up at him again and their lips continued their sojourn to full and mutual seduction. He pinched her nipples and she reached back and found his bulge and ran her hands up and down his docker covered shaft. To have him inside her, right then and there would complete her seduction of him. 

She turned and faced him and put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, wet kiss. Then she left his lips and engaged his eyes with her own. Slowly, seductively, she lowered herself in front of him, her nails raking along his chest as she kneelt. 

She undid his belt and the button of his dockers then pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants to the floor. She kissed his straining cock through silken sports briefs. She raked it with her teeth and licked it with her tongue. She reached up behind him and hooked the waistband and pulled downward ridding herself of the barrier between her and her prize. 

His cock sprang to life in front of her face. She reached up and grabbed it with her hand and looked up into his eyes as she stroked it. She started at the base and pulled along his shaft repeatedly, milking it with her hand. She looked at the tip and saw a glistening pearl of pre-cum and with a sultry look into his adoring eyes she reached out with the tip of her tongue and retrieved it. She licked her lips, coating them with his pre-cum then retracted her tongue and savored its taste. She kissed his head, with ever increasing boldness, tantalizing him with her tongue until her mouth engulfed his knob and her tongue coated him with her saliva. She stroked him in and out of her mouth, swallowing his shaft, licking his knob. She kissed his shaft to its base and licked his orbs then took them in turn into her mouth, applying just the right amount of suction to stimulate them and prepare them for release. She marveled at the hardness she commanded of his member and her tongue trailed the length of his shaft and she devoured him whole once again.

She released him and stood and kissed him. He could taste his musk on her lips and tongue and this only increased his lust for her. She turned around and ground her ass into his hardness. Now it was his turn. 

He pushed her forward to lean on the bed, bending her at the waist, and kneelt down behind her. He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks. His extended his tongue and rimmed her button and she squealed. He brought his tongue lower, parting her labia and she went weak in the knees. Again and again he would lick her slit, penetrate her, and recover her dew for his sampling. Her pussy was only too eager to accommodate him and she was dripping wet. He stopped his oral attack and stood behind her and grabbed his shaft. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, coating it with her juices. Then, he entered her. She moaned as her labia kissed his mushroom and swallowed it, her pussy welcoming him into her warmth. Her seduction was complete.

His strokes were slow and soft at first, giving her an opportunity to coat his shaft with her juices. Soon he was hilted within her and he picked up the pace. With every pull she would kegel, milking him, holding him inside her, preventing him from withdrawing his knob. Then he would slam back into her, his balls slapping her clit. She was in heaven... so was he. She knew he was hers and desired a more assertive roll in their mating. She reared up and threw her arm back around his neck. He cupped her breasts and pulled her to him while continuing to drill her hot cunt from behind. She turned back and found his lips and kissed him. 

"Lay down baby. I want to mount you." She said. She didn't need to ask twice.

He released her and withdrew from her vault. He lay on the bed and she crawled up between his legs. She took his member in her mouth and cleansed it of her elixir, sucking him greedily. He grunted and swelled inside her mouth and she knew he was close. 'Not yet' she said to herself and released him.

She straddled his shaft and impaled herself upon it and began undulating her pelvis, rubbing her clit up and down his shaft. He reached up and pulled her down to him and kissed her. He suckled her tit while holding her tightly around her waist and pounded into her like a jackhammer. She gasped at the attack but would not be denied her plan.

She broke free of his grasp and straightened up again, rising and falling on his shaft. She reached back and raked her nails across his balls and he shuddered. Again and again she would rise up and slam down upon him until she could take no more. He could feel her vaginal vault stiffen around him. He could see her eyes glaze over. She took in a deep breath and held it and her muscles tightened in spasm. She cried out "Oh fuck!" as she coated his cock with her cum. Wave after wave of orgasm overtook her and her juices spilled out of her and on to his balls.

His organ grew within her and with each stroke his head would crash into her cervix. She locked her gaze to his and leaned into him and ran her tongue seductively over her lips.

"Cum for me Gary. Give me what I want."

He could hold back no longer. He grabbed her and locked his arms around her waist and pounded into her repeatedly. He gathered his load in his loins and suddenly the pounding stopped and he held her still. She could feel his cock spasm as his load crawled up his shaft and he let out an unearthly growl as he erupted into her. She could feel his hot spunk spattering into her. She kissed him wetly, deeply, her pussy instinctively milking him for his jizz. Her kiss brought another bolus of hot semen from his cock, and then a third and her womb was warm and full of his seed.

His grip on her subsided and her kisses were answered as he returned to earth. She stretched out and lay on top of him, his spent member remaining where she wanted it, inside her. Their kisses softened and stopped and she buried her head in his chest and they both drifted off to sleep.



The Booth Ch.



The one major drawback of fulfilling my bisexual fantasies of sucking cocks in a porno store was that I always had no idea what sort of guys I was sucking, or where their cocks had been. I really wanted to taste another man's cum in my mouth, to feel him shoot his celestial seminal load right past my lips while I was sucking him. To lick it up and feel its warmth (I also wondered what this whole "Don't cum in my mouth" thing was that so many girls had! Surely it couldn't be all THAT bad, could it?)

But you have to be careful, I couldn't just go letting a complete stranger give me his load in a city of swingers. It might not be clean, or maybe worse than that.

It was some months after my original foray, and I was far away, on a job. I found myself in another city, and soon another porno store. I'd left my girl at home and wouldn't see her, or any action for a few weeks. So the porno stores once again beckoned. I wasn't going to actively look for some head this time, but I had to get off somehow while I was without her. Porn was all I was after.

I saw this kid in a porno store. He was pretty gorgeous for a guy. I can appreciate beauty in men even though mainly I notice it in only in women. It wasn't a big theatre, maybe 12 seats.

I sat in the row behind him, soon we got talking. He was a virgin, shy, and liked to watch movies here because nothing ever happened in this city, then go home and whack off. To think that a tall, lean, tanned good looker like this athletic little fellow had to whack off to porno's to get off! If I had his looks, I reasoned I'd have been fucking like crazy from 14 onwards!

The movie was pretty crappy - bad '70s flick with cheesy music and unattractive protagonists. They were performing a painfully badly rehearsed and edited '69'. I asked him what he thought about eating pussy. He said the thought of it was pretty disgusting, but that he'd like to try it.

I sat next to him to tell him all about it - what it was like, what to do, stuff like that. He was relieved and interested when I told him it wasn't all that bad, unless your lover hadn't washed recently! That made him laugh. I told him its OK and that all pussies are different, most taste nice, and some are just DIVINE.

We talked about blonde pussy, brunette pussy, getting hair stuck in your teeth and having a sticky face. We laughed and I told him that one girl I'd fucked actually SQUIRTS when she cums and he didn't believe me. Shock to me too ... I've never met a girl like her since either. It was amazing and I'd love to suck her muff again.

On the roll of the laugh I told him that I reckoned a cock squirting in your mouth would be less of a surprise and he sort of laughed a bit more nervously. I told him that I've sucked cocks too, and that its really nice. He was a little scared but understood when I explained that although I LOVE women, I've come to ENJOY sex in more forms than just man on woman. 

Turned out he was 19 (looked about 16 - very boyish good looks), and like almost anyone that age in the presence of a complete stranger, he felt he could let a secret on. He thought about sex with men too. He'd read some of the "Men in Lace" series of books and found some of the more baser sexual happenings a bit more exciting than he thought he should've done.

Nervous, virginal, confessional, bi/horny too perhaps. Maybe an opportunity to taste clean cock! So I decided to make a move. There was no one else in the theatre and the on-screen action had moved onto some lesbianism between a couple of lovely young teens, white Little Miss Prom Queen and her Chinese lover, both in sexy, skimpy white lingerie. They were kissing each other open mouthed and caressing each other's breasts, thighs, buttocks. It really was quite an improvement and very lovely. 

So I made my move. I put my hand pretty far up on his thigh, and said something along the lines of men and women, women and women, men and men, and the pleasures they can all bring each other. Must've sounded stupid and corny. I told him I had sucked cocks before, because I couldn't remain curious without trying it. I liked it, but hadn't sucked one for a while, and asked him if he had ever had a blow job, would he like one. 

He hadn't, and he was hard, I could tell through his jeans. He was hard and he wanted it but didn't want to say it out loud. I explained that I was leaving town next week to go back home, and would he like it as no one would ever know.

Before he could say he wasn't sure, I bent over to his crutch and undid his zip for him ... he had a lovely dick, about 5" half-hard ... I released it for him and took a warm hold of his shaft. I licked out with my tongue, around, under and inside the foreskin and then took him in my mouth and felt that wonderful sensation I have come to lust after, a lovely big clean horny dick hardening and growing in my mouth ... and boy was he growing. 

He loved it, and I loved the fact that I had virgin dick in my hands, it meant I had nothing to worry about. He had a great cock, and it was good that he was a bit nervous because it took a while of me fondling his balls and licking and sucking on his head and teasing his hole to get him fully hard. 

It became about 8.5", maybe 9" all told, WOW, one of the biggest I've seen, this youngster will break a few hearts (pussies, assholes ...) later on in life OH YEAH.

To ensure that I got the good stuff, I used all the cock sucking skills I learned through the wall in the porno store back home, and beat and sucked this guy to get what I'd started this for ... CUM IN MY MOUTH. It was so good having a bona fide clean untainted dick at last. I used my tongue to lick all around his head, up and down his shaft, to kiss and licked first one and then his other ball and explore in and out and all around his hole. When his pre-cum began to seep, I relished it, and licked harder, sucking and slurping and coaxing on his head and a couple of inches of shaft. Kissing and sucking and caressing and licking, oh how I love COCK.

If anyone else HAD walked in, I don't think I would've noticed, much less actually cared, I had what I'd been waiting for.

It was great when at last with his balls in my hand and just the top of his helmet in my mouth he suddenly without warning let fly his lot. I think that he both wanted to cum in my mouth and felt bad about it, little did he know this was exactly what I wanted!

It was WONDERFUL, so warm, and SO MUCH too, not at all tart, not as much taste as I expected really, but I let it swell over my tongue as more gushed - he spurted 4 or 5 times and I really had a proper mouthful. WOW, nearly 9" of beautiful virgin boy-prick SHOOTING ITS LOAD RIGHT INTO MY HUNGRY WAITING MOUTH.

At last. At long last.

I swallowed his stuff too, but a little escaped, and he looked embarrassed at seeing or feeling some of it dribble past my lips and down his shaft. It felt and tasted amazing, lovely hot spunk slipping down my throat even as more found its way onto my still working tongue or to escape just past my pursed lips.

Mmmmm ... yummy, tasted like mine but a bit sweeter, and I licked my lips and thanked him, still with a hand on the base of his shaft, using a finger and a thumb to toy with his sac for another minute or so while he slowly jerked himself semi-consciously. 

Afterwards, when he'd recovered from his fluster, I asked him if he wanted to suck me off and promised that I wouldn't shoot off into his mouth unless he wanted me to. I took my dick out, 6.5" already hard and started to beat myself slowly. I assured him that it was really nice and he shouldn't be scared to try it, if only once, and if only out of curiosity. 

He had a bit of a go but wasn't very confident with it, he licked and touched tentatively, and sucked on it a little, but I really liked that, and groaned in pleasure, and ecstasy shot through my body. When he felt my cock twitch in his hot little mouth I think he got a bit worried, or maybe it just felt too weird and he said thanks but he didn't really like it. 

He did, however, enjoy with interest watching me beat off - my attention had been caught again by the screen - the 2 young sweeties really kissing and sucking on each other HARD, it was fantastic lesbian love if ever I saw it. The little Asian girl was so sweet making the most horn-inducing little squeals as her pleasure centres were hit time and again. GOD, I wanted to fuck her! Better yet, join in and fuck them both! Soon, I was ready to cum and he took over from me with his hands when he saw me getting close. I think he got quite a kick from beating off for me as I came with a satisfied groan.

And did I! What with the taste of spunk still in my mouth, the satisfaction of fantasy fulfilled, his tender hands, and those 2 beautiful girls performing so erotically on-screen, it was a great orgasm, and I shot a fair amount of stuff pretty far a number of times. The kind of climax where you shudder and sigh and find yourself suddenly sweating out of every pore.

I felt good. 

I hope I helped him satisfy some curiosity too. And sure enough, I left town without seeing him again. I hope I made him more curious ... its such an exciting sexual orientation!

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I hope you enjoyed this as much as the prequel. This, too, is a true story. I hope I'll have more to tell soon ...



The Booth Ch. 1



I don't see any shame in admitting bisexuality. The truth of the matter is, I find women attractive, and sex with them highly pleasurable. In fact I'm thinking about them and it most of the time, like most guys. But recently, and essentially through my exposure to more, harder and more varied porn I started to wonder. And then I started to really think ... and then I began to positively desire. After being exposed to first Transsexual porn, and then naturally Gay porn, and most enjoyable of all Bisexual porn ... I felt I had to know and had to experience another penis. 

A hard, throbbing, pulsating, giant orgasmotronic COCK. In my hand, in my mouth, dare I say it even knocking my anal virginity for 6 and fucking me like a whore.

What' it like to hold one? What's it like to feel it stiffen under a velvety touch? What does it taste like? What does such a thing feel like expanding in your mouth? What does warm wonderful flesh feel like slowly hardening in your mouth as you brush it with your teeth, suck it with your lips, and tease it with your tongue? And, Jesus, what's it like when another man, reaching his peak, bursting his balls, shooting his stuff, cumming bucketloads of his hot wonderful cream right there in your eager hard working mouth ... right down your throat, all over your tongue, overflowing your lips and coating your chin and face ... what's that like? Good Lord, wha's that like?

I had to know ... having seen men, transvestites, women, transsexuals all enjoying being on the receiving end of cock ... and how many in those movies enjoy it so much, sucking it, taking it, feeling its might and swallowing its stuff ... 

Suffice to say, my basic general feeling towards women intact, my more base and perverted side that enjoyed ladyboy porn, that enjoyed watching boys fuck boys, that side of me suddenly and irrepressibly HAD TO KNOW. HAD TO KNOW COCK. Had to touch it to feel it, to taste it, to suck it, oh God to swallow its stuff and more than that, fuck, take it all the way, take it right up the arse. 

Anyway, first things first. 

No need to go crazy. 

How on Earth to you go about something like this? It came quite easily actually. You see I'd been catching my bi and gay videos on the sly at porno stores with booths. Eager for more and better stuff one day (and not really thinking about my own personal cock sucking fantasies, that only happens when I have the horn) I just popped into a porno store that was specifically GAY, hoping to find a top selection of bi and tranny stuff, and failing that I figured I'd find a good selection of the hardest gay porn there was, this being what the patrons to such a place are after.

So I payed my $10 for the movies and up I went having been passed with a knowing smile a sachet of lube and a condom. Well I could figure the lube out, but who needs protection just to take a wank? 

I'm not naive by any stretch of the imagination but I soon found out what the condom was for if you feeling really horny up there! There were 8 or so booths at the top of the stairs and between each booth was a hole cut out at exactly crotch height! Wow!

Anyway within minutes of locking myself in my booth I'd found the hardest of the 6 or so programmes, 2 guys really going at it, HARD at it - the guy on the giving end had upwards of 9 inches pretty thick, and the guy on the receiving end was clearly enjoying it, shuddering with each re-entry, and beating his rock hard seeping 7 & 1/2 inches like mad ... his sighs and gasps sounded as if they felt wonderful. Soon he was cumming ... and shooting his load far, really far, like you do when your orgasm is at your most intense, he blows his load all over himself, up as far as his chest and almost to his chin, in 5 or 6 spurts, his whole body shaking. Seconds later his lover pulls out of that well punished arsehole and starts to cum too - the other guy cradling his sac and fondling his balls - shooting his stuff all over the other's softening sick and sweating body ... man I wish he'd cum on his face, they never seem to do that in these vids, they love to suck but they so rarely let it in or even near their mouths. It really turns me on when you do see that ... 

This one vid I saw once I don't think the guy planned to shoot off when he did, right in his lover's mouth ... seeing him spit it out back on to the guy's dick in semi disgust REALLY turned me on. I don't know why. But damn, it looked good. 

Anyway ... I'd only been in their 5 minutes and I REALLY had the horn after seeing these two guys spurt in unison on the video, and I thought about my fantasy again. I opened the door and there was a guy just behind me, looking in the opposite booth, not beating off, but with a hard on for sure. I had my dick away but obviously pretty hard, and just plumped up and asked him, figuring a guy would only have the horn for gay videos if he was at the very least curious about the goings on. 

"Not trying to be funny or anything, but you ever let another guy suck you off?"

He barely looked at me when he turned around, but he took his hard on out almost straight away - and there it was at last, right in front of my face, 6 1/2 inches or so of another man's penis. I took a hold of it in my hand, so warm, and led him/was led into his booth, and dropped to my knees and pretended I knew what I was doing.

I took it in my mouth and, even though I'd not really given it that much thought, it tasted sort of how I'd expected it too - musty, sweaty, masculine, but above all strangely sweet. What I knew instantly that it was very enjoyable. Here I was on my knees on the floor of a gay porno haven with another man's hard and eager dick in my mouth. I loved the sensation ... I was really enjoying exploring this. I licked and sucked on the head, took it into my mouth so I had my lips halfway down the shaft, feeling the head at the back of my throat (if that's deep throating, I'll stick with sucking), teased my tongue into the eye and all around the base of the head, played with the warm and sticky balls, wow it was wonderful. My first taste. 

Soon he pulled away from me though and asked if I'd like to be sucked. Oh, God yes. Even if he'd offered first and I hadn't come for that, who'd turn down a blow job?

He was good, and I was very, very horny. I've never felt such a hot and wanting mouth from any woman, and I've known some which give very good head. This guy had me off almost straight away, such a warm mouth sucking so hard, such a smooth tongue rolling around my head. I told him I was coming and he didn't stop. He didn't stop sucking me and I was coming, oh God I was coming in his mouth ... 

Shooting off my wad, which seeing as how horny I was was a pretty big load, I must have shot 4 times into this guy's eager waiting, obviously very experienced mouth. My cream right into him, all over his tongue, him tasting MY STUFF and swallowing every last drop. Jesus, it was fantastic. The first time anyone has ever swallowed my stuff (I know that, unfortunately, its just not the done thing) ... and its a guy. A perverted and very good cocksucker, and a guy. I was shaking like crazy. I had just had just about the best orgasm I could remember, and it was blasting off down another guy's throat. WOW. 

I sort of mumbled thank you and wandered off in a daze back to my booth and sat down to see if another bit of hard porn would get my spent dick excited again. I watched semi aware of what was going on on the video - a 3some between 3 guys supposedly in the military, 2 taking turns on this one guy's well pounded ass while he beats himself and sucks off the other. Fantastic stuff, after getting pounded by one then the other, then the first guy again, he shoots off with a cry of some sort, shooting all over himself. The guy at the top end comes all over his face, and then the guy doing the 3rd lot of hammering pounds even harder and faster and then blows off all over his asshole and very parted butt cheeks. Superb ... I love it when they come on the face and on the ass. 

... but then I notice my friend's face is at the hole between mine and the booth next door. He wants to suck my dick again! But I ask him if I can suck him off again first, and his dick, soft this time, is at the hole. Its only been 10 minutes or so and I'm not hard again ... looks like he's finished himself off in his booth in the meantime. I take him in my mouth, different this time, sweatier, and another taste too, yes he's definitely cum watching a video! Wow ... I didn't stop to think about what a dirty little slut I was. I can taste the remnants in his hole and its wonderful, but I just love to suck on it ... WOW its going HARD, actually IN MY MOUTH, its a wonderful sensation, and I suck harder, I want to be good and I want to thank him for such a wonderful orgasm earlier, but also I have come to find that I really like doing this, its much nicer than having your face down in pussy, not that I don't like that, but WOW a good hard cock is a lot nicer and somehow more erotic too ... but again he soon takes it away from me. I know what he wants. 

I put my crotch at the hole, and I'm completely soft, barely dangling because of the shrinking. Oh, not so proud now. But he takes me in tender fingers and soft lips and soon I'm hot and flustered, hard and ready. Jesus, but he's good. Such experience, probably natural talent too, and it only takes a few minutes. 

I'M COMING AGAIN! IN HIS MOUTH! COMING AGAIN, SHOOTING OFF RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF HIS THROAT, WOW! I SHUDDER AND FIRE OFF A MASSIVE SALVO, AMAZING MYSELF SO SOON AGAIN, AND AGAIN IT FLOWS RIGHT DOWN MY SHAFT PAST HIS LIPS AND ROLLS OVER HIS TONGUE AND BEFORE IT FILLS HIS MOUTH, DISAPPEARING DOWN HIS THROAT, EVERY LAST DROP ... 

I never saw him again, but I went back many times to that place, sometimes it was empty, and I just got my money's worth watching mainly gay and occasionally when I'm lucky bisexual videos, occasionally among the 6 there's a transexual video, sometimes your bog standard hard slamming straight gang bang video, but mainly gay. Its a gay store after all. 

Sometimes I got more than my money's worth and got my dick sucked, or got to suck some dick - I think timid/curious (bi)straight guys go there too, cos some of them like to get sucked but don't return the favour. Its sad because they don't know what they are missing. 

This is a true story - this really happened, and while I was in that city I went to that store a lot, my girlfriend never knew. I'm bi or straight, I like women more than ever. But I know there's more to sex than just what you can do with women, and I love to suck dick. I never swallowed another man's stuff while I was there (would you swallow a stranger's semen in a porno booth?!?) and my anal virginity is sort of intact ... you can't count dildo's or butt-plugs (that's another story) so I'm far from done yet. 

Once, far away, I was lucky enough to meet a virgin, someone you know is completely clean, and I got to taste what comes at the end of the blow job. 

But that, too, is another story.



The Booth in the Back



On my knees on the vinyl floor, the metal choke chain around my neck, one end of the chain under the pointed toe of her fuck-me heels, keeping me bent over so that my pantied ass is sticking up into the air. The sound of her crop slapping against my silky undies punctuating the mean things she says to me in a bored voice. 

"Real men don't wear girly panties." Slap.

"Only little sissies wear frilly things." Slap.

"Sissy boys don't get near real women." Slap.

"With little dicks in girly clothes." Slap

"Sissy little faggot." Slap.

My hand slips between my stockinged legs, to rub my little throbbing cock through my silk undies. She hadn't batted an eye when I dropped my pants and exposed the stockings and garters and frilly panties under my khakis; at most she made a little cluck with her tongue as she no doubt rolled her eyes again. When I had entered the "Live Girls" section behind the adult bookstore, I had been quaking with excitement. She was standing with the other girls, in the red skimpy negligee that almost matched her strawberry hair, smiling a fake smile at me like the others, willing to flirt with me so I might pay her for a private "dance". Her eyes were cold and sharp, quickly looking past me to see if there was a better mark coming in behind me. Of all the girls there, she was the one who looked like she had seen it all.

"Sissy boys with tiny dicks." Slap.

"Wearing frilly panties." Slap.

When she took me back to the booth to negotiate, I made sure I talked slowly to annoy her some. After she ran down the list of lapdances and bodyrubs and ended with "S&M session," I asked her to repeat the list again, causing a long sigh to escape her tight lips and her to roll her eyes for the first time.

"Little faggot panty-sniffer with no dick." Slap.

After she took the money and led me to the room all the way in the back, the one with a few paltry paddles and chains on the wall, she made me undress, not reacting at all to my stockings and panties and camisole underneath my clothes. She made a half-hearted attempt to tell me to call her "Mistress" and to lead me around on my hands and knees with the dog chain. She was sharp enough to see how the name-calling and slapping turned me on, so she pinned my head down and beat my ass, clearly wanting me to finish so that she could ge back to waiting for another dick with cash.

"Little pussy wearing panties like a girl." Slap.

"I don't think real men dress like sissies." Slap.

Well, I don't think a real mistress would let me stroke my dick like this. A real mistress would have slapped my ass raw instead of these taps. A real mistress wouldn't have been as bored and disinterested as this, her contempt for me not even worth much attention...

"Little sissies with little dicks just want big dicks in their slutty mouths." Slap.

I slipped my cock out of my panties and started beating it faster. "Oh Mistress., I'm going to cum," I whined.

She stepped off the chain holding my head down, letting me up. "Go ahead little sissy. Beat your pathetic tiny dick."

I moaned, stroking my nipples through my silky top as my balls contracted and my load jumped from my cock, collecting in a pool between my legs. I moaned again and again until the last drops spurted out, and I stretched the kinks from my back. She hung her crop back on the wall and grabbed the tissue box, no doubt part of her routine, but she barely got out, "Here," before she hesitated, trailing off and pulling the box back to her. 

I could see her eyeing the puddle of cum in front of me, an odd look on her face, and in a voice no longer bored, she softly said, "I don't think you should waste that, sissy."

I looked from her to my cum and back again, horrified. Never, in all my fantasies of dressing like this, had I ever actually tasted my cum. I had licked my precum off my finger every time, but I always stopped short of tasting my cum, losing my nerve after I had cum. Her eyes had gotten a spark in them and she licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. "C'mon sissy," she hissed, just looking at the cum, "Do it. Lick the cum up, bitch. You know you want to." Her eyes met mine. "I want you to. Be a good little sissy and clean up your mess."

I found myself leaning forward, not believing what I was going to do. I hesitated at the last second, but when she barked, "DO IT!" I lowered my lips to the floor and started licking. I licked and sucked, tasting my salty jizz, feeling the stringy puddle collect in my mouth before gulping it down.

"That's right, lick it all up, bitch," she said, a little tremor in her voice. A low groan escaped my mouth as I scooped up another tongueful.

"You little faggot, you love it, don't you? All that sticky cum on your lips. I bet I could get you to clean the floors in all the video booths with that cum-hungry tongue."

I re-doubled my efforts, trying to lick it all into a bigger mouthful, my lips scraping the vinyl floor, my ass sticking up into the air again.

"Maybe you'd like it straight from the cock, huh? Huh, sissy? Should I bring the next guy back here so you can suck him off like a good little sissy bitch? Maybe you should take over the rest of my shift, giving handjobs to dirty old men and then licking your hand clean. You'd love that, you cum-sucking faggot."

I moaned again and she slapped my ass again, this time with her hand, this time like she meant it. In addition to the strong smell of semen, I could smell her sex and I say her rub her crotch out of the corner of my eye.

"Yeah, you love the taste of cum, dont'ya, bitch. Look, you didn't miss a drop." I looked around and realized all that was left on the floor was the spot I had wiped clean with my tongue.

She stepped behind me and took my clothes from the floor. "Maybe I should take these and let you walk to your car dressed like a slut. Betcha get a lotta cock that way." I looked up at her sneering face, afraid she might just make me do that, and despite my fear I felt my limp cock jump again.

She stepped to the door, holding the handle in her hand and my eyes with hers. She laughed and threw my clothes back at me. "Be back here next Tuesday for my noon shift, sissy. Maybe we can find more cum for you to lap up. Do a good job and wear a wig, maybe the boss will hire you for the late shift." She turned and strode down the hall, her heels clicking away, the door hanging open. 

I half crawled to the door and shut it, and quickly dressed. I had to get away from there and away from what I did. As I headed for the front door, my head hung low, I could see her standing near the exit, talking and laughing to the short burly man who had taken my money at the door. As I neared them, she said loudly, "Watch out Joe, this little sissy likes the taste of cum, she might just grab at your cock."

He chuckled as I passed, and she said, "Bye bye, sissy. Come back soon in your little panties, bitch!"

Anyone in the bookstore could have heard her, but I didn't look up. I raced to the door and emerged into the overcast parking lot. My keys shook in my hand as I tried to unlock the door. My hear pounding as I pulled away, thinking how I would never come here again, never dress in panties again, never even jerk off again, but the throbbing of my leaking cock had me wondering what I would wear next Tuesday, and where could I get a wig...