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The Bookstore Ch. 1

By: Kimber37



I was going to the bookstore for the first time. My mind wandered back to the thought of it all day; I had trouble concentrating on anything else. I was elated, scared and horny all at the same time. I felt giddy all day as time passed as slowly as dripping molasses—I was ready for my adventure to begin. Tonight, a stranger's cum was my goal. I wanted it. I needed it.

I'd planned ahead so I wouldn't have to go back home before I set out for my naughty little adventure. My nails were painted bright red—I wanted my hands to be really visible when I stuck them through the holes in the wall at the bookstore. I knew I'd have to make a quick change in the car, so I'd brought what I needed with me to work. I'd worn a thin white T-shirt, which perfectly showcased my painfully hard nipples as I removed my bra. I hiked myself up in the seat so I could slide off my shorts and slip on my short black skirt. I decided to leave my now-damp panties on for the time being. I did all this in the front seat of my car in the parking lot. There were lots of cars, but not too many people around.

I was a different person when I stepped out of the car. I shivered even though it wasn't cold—my excitement was almost too much to contain. I walked differently—more swing in my hips, more bounce to my tits—like a whore. I walked through the parking lot to the front doors. I took a deep breath as I swung open the doors and walked in. The room was full of rough-looking men—there was a big auto race and all the NASCAR freaks were in town. Lots of redneck guys. 

In order to get a room, I had to step up to the desk to get a key. I felt on display; like every eye was on me, and they knew exactly what I was doing. The man told me there was a wait, and they'd call my name when a room was available. I told him I was "Trish." My legs felt wobbly as I stepped down from the desk. Did these men all know why I was there? I couldn't raise my eyes as I wandered around looking at the magazines while I waited.

After about 15 minutes, I heard "room for Trish" in a growly voice over the intercom. I almost ignored it…then I realized that "Trish" was me. I tried to walk slowly to the desk for my key, but my excitement was taking over. Almost running, I grabbed my key and started the walk to the back to my room. I felt as if I was walking down a runway—the rug was lined with leering men on either side. I felt whorish and slutty—I made my tits bounce and sway as I walked slowly to my room. The nasty girl that was me was enjoying all the male attention. I'd have lined them up and taken them all, right on the carpet.

I opened the door and slipped inside the room. Right away I noticed three holes in the wall on one side of the room. The one in the middle was the largest, with smaller holes on each side. All three holes were at varying heights up from the floor. There was also a cracked and dirty red vinyl desk chair. I couldn't help but think about how many filthy, lewd sex acts had taken place on that chair. The thought thrilled me, and my thighs pressed together almost involuntarily. The stained rug, probably once bright red, was now an ugly dull orange—the hapless victim loads and loads of spilled cum. I walked over to the movie machine, and put in a few dollar bills. I began to watch, but my mind wasn't really on the movie. I was listening for someone to come into the room next door. I didn't have to wait long.

I heard the door slam in the room next to me. Suddenly, I felt flushed and embarrassed. What was I doing here? What was I thinking? The embarrassment quickly gave way to anticipation. I was there for cum, and I was going to get it. I dragged the chair over by the wall with the holes. I felt very overdressed, and I took off my T-shirt, and slid off my panties. I left my skirt on, bunched up around my waist. For some reason, I wasn't comfortable being completely naked just yet. I sat on the chair, took a deep breath, and peered through the hole in the wall.

I watched, almost hypnotized, as an attractive dark-haired man unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. It was huge—about 9 inches long and very thick and angry-looking. He began stroking away as he watched a movie. I slid to the edge of the chair and began to rub my clit. It felt so sweet, so good. I felt air rushing into my chest—I had forgotten to breathe for a few seconds. The man must have heard my gasp for air. He looked over at me through the large hole, but he never stopped stroking his cock.

I closed my eyes a moment to try to calm my racing heart. I was going to get my first stranger's cum! I couldn't wait to feel it, hot and sweet. I rubbed my pussy faster as my fingers became covered with my own juices in anticipation. I opened my eyes, and I saw the large cock filling the hole in front of me. I stuck my shaking, pussy-juice-covered hands through the hole. I grabbed onto his cock--he hadn't come yet. I wrapped my hand around it, and he started pushing in and out of my fist, slowly at first, but with increasing speed.

I jumped when I heard his voice. "Make me come, you bitch," he ordered. Suddenly I was calmer. I would do whatever this man told me to do. I was his whore, even if I wasn't taking any money for what I was about to do. This was exactly where I needed to be—exactly what I wanted. In a voice that sounded nothing like my own I said, "You know I will. I want your come," and I squeezed my fist around his cock with my thumb pressing against the underside of the head as I stroked up. He kept saying, "Yeah, that's it, that's it."

I was rubbing my clit fiercely with my other hand. I wanted to come when he came all over my hand. I could tell he was close to cumming, so I stroked his big cock faster. I wanted that cum—I'd earned it. He let out a long groan, and unloaded all over my fist. Gobs and gobs of cum, all over my hand. 

He jerked his cock out of my fist and backed up from the hole in the wall. I pulled my hand through and saw all that beautiful cream running between my fingers. It was my prize. I smeared the cum all over my tits as I came, shoving my fingers deep inside my soaking wet cunt and squeezed hard around them. All that lovely come, all over my tits and neck. I took a little cum from my finger and touched it to my lip. I had to feel it on my lips—I needed to have a small taste of the stranger's cum. Cum that I'd worked for and earned. 

I opened my eyes. I had been too wrapped up in my cum to notice that the man was gone. I sighed, and I stood up to take off my skirt. It was just in the way. I was hooked—I needed more. Now I knew the truth—I was nothing but a nasty whore who craved cum from strangers.

I didn't have to wait very long for the next guy—an older may with graying hair--to come in. I didn't even let the door close all the way before I spoke to him. "Hi there," I said through the large hole in the wall. I wanted him to see me, naked and slutty, with cum smeared all over me. I gave him a sideways, knowing smile when I saw his face appear in the hole. 

I wasn't going to waste any time. I knew what I wanted, and I was sure he'd give it to me. Adrenaline coursed through my body—I couldn't hold back my desire for cum. I told him if he put on a condom that I'd suck his cock through the wall. He said "how much," and I told him $10 if he'd let me pull the condom off to feel his cum when he came. He said he'd give me $20 if I'd suck him off without the condom. He promised he wouldn't cum in my mouth; that he'd pull out. I said "no rubber, no go." I saw he was interested, and I told him "cash first," and he fished in his pocked for money, and handed me two fives. I felt every nerve end in my body tingle—I was earning my first cash as a whore. I could never spend a dollar--it was money I'd hold onto forever.

He unzipped and pulled out his average-sized cock, and began to roll on the condom. He was already hard. I trembled as I fell to my knees in front of the hole and took his cock into my mouth. I slowly started sliding my lips up and down on his pole. I remember wishing I had a picture of myself doing what I was doing to prove that I'd really done it. It felt so good to have him fucking the hole to get deep in my mouth. I could hear his balls hitting the sticky wall around the hole. 

It all seemed to happen so quickly. I heard him moan and yell "here it comes!" I barely ripped the condom off before he blew his load all over my face. On my chin, nose, eyes, lips--everywhere. All over my face. God, it was what I'd dreamed of for so long! I wanted to stick out my tongue so badly and taste it. I massaged it all over my face, and down my neck. I could feel the fresh cum blending with the dried come of the other man on my tits. I was so wet—I had to rub my clit again. I needed to feel more in my than my fingers, and I grabbed my bottle from out of my purse.

He was watching me, naked, squirming on the chair. I had no shame. I told him for another $20 he could come all over my pussy. Lightning-fast, he pulled the cash out of his pocket and stuffed it through the hole. I told him to stroke his cock and get hard again while he watched me stuff my bottle in my cunt. I threw my head back as I fucked the bottle in and out while he watched. I loved performing like a slut for this stranger! I pinched and twisted my nipples to the point of pain for good measure. He got hard in no time.

With a wet sucking sound, I pulled the bottle out of my cunt. I stood up and thrust out my hips, pushing my pussy in front of the hole. I spread the lips open so he could see my pink wetness and ordered him to rub his cock and tell me when he was going to cum. I could hear it sliding back and forth in his fist—my favorite nasty sound on earth. I flicked my clit so he could see it—I was ready, and I told him to cum all over my pussy NOW.

He pumped his cock and and yelled "YES!," while I moaned and came with him. I felt his hot cum hit my pussy and dribble down over my clit toward my hole. I pulled my hand up to massage it all over my mound. It felt so good and so bad all at once. I was a dirty bookstore whore who just made $30 in less than 20 minutes.

He was soft and couldn't get hard again. He stuffed his cock in his pants and walked towards the door. He laughed and said he was sorry he was out of money. I was sorry too.

I pulled back from the wall. White, sticky cum covered my pussy and thighs. I could see wet trails all over the wall around the hole. I was covered from my face to my pussy with the cum from two different men. I needed so badly to cum again—it burned inside me. I leaned back in the grimy old chair and roughly masturbated, pinching my nipples hard and rubbing my clit fast. I wanted to cum again, while I felt all the jizz drying all over my pussy. It felt incredible—I tensed up and came, and made no effort to quiet my voice. I'm sure everyone outside in the bookstore heard me—and I didn't care.

I wanted more. I wanted to feel a cock ram my ass. That's really why I was there--to feel cum drying on my asscheeks as it ran down towards my pussy. The need I felt was almost primal. I had to get it before I left.

A big black man came into the room next to me. I wasn't sure I wanted him, but I decided that cum was cum, and a customer was a customer—even if he doesn't pay. It's as simple as that--A whore takes cum. 

I stuck my face through the hole and told him, without flinching, that he could have my sweet white ass for $20.He said "Pass me a rubber, baby." Then he thought a minute and asked, "Can I come over there and fuck you? I don't wanna do it through the hole. I wanna feel you." I told him okay. I didn't care—all I wanted at that point was to feel his cock shoved up my ass. The need to feel it was blinding me—I had to have it.

He came over, and I let him in. He handed me two ten-dollar bills, and I threw them on the floor next to my purse. More whore money. I was a working whore.

I turned as he slid his pants down. His cock was so thick, and it was uncircumcised. I was a little scared—he was huge. For a moment I felt terror, but it quickly passed. The need for an assfucking and hot, nasty cum blocked out all reason. I was now completely driven by a lust for this huge, black cock. I heard a crinkly tearing sound as he tore open the rubber, and I watched him roll it onto his meaty dick.

He pushed me up against the wall, and roughly moved my legs apart with his foot. He told me to pull my ass cheeks apart, and as I did I felt him shove into me. My God, how it hurt! I screamed against the dirty, cum-soaked wall. My tits were flattened against it, too, my and nipples rubbed up and down against it as each thrust lifted me up and down off the floor.

He held on to my hips and fucked me with a fury. It really hurt, but I never thought of stopping. The pain was much too sweet. He told me to squeeze my ass around his cock. I did my best to hold my ass tightly around him, but it was difficult. I heard his ragged breathing against the back of my neck—I knew he'd cum soon. I begged him to pull out and come all over my back. I wanted to feel the burning cum run down my back and over my ass. "Whatever, baby," he hissed. I knew it was time.

I couldn't breathe. The anticipation of his cum was more than I could stand. I felt him jerk out of my ass, and heard the snap of the condom being pulled off his cock. He made a long, groaning sound, and I felt the hot stream of cum splash over my back--so sticky and wet, running down the crack of my ass. I felt him rubbing it around with his softening cock. 

I sagged forward against the wall. I felt like I'd run a marathon. Everything felt so good, and I was exhausted. I felt him back away from me, and then I heard him zip up his pants. The door slammed shut, and he was gone.

I reached back to spread his cooling cum over my back. I'd waited all night for this exact feeling. I pulled my wet hand forward and rubbed some of the cum on my tits. I was wet, dry and sticky, all at the same time. I felt rewarded—I had cum on almost every surface of my body. All that remained was to take the tiniest taste of cum from the black man's cock and spread it on my lips. The evening was complete.

I pulled on my skirt, and my T-shirt. I stuffed my panties and my bottle in my purse, along with my money, and strode out of the room, down the hall and past the desk. I was a filthy, disgusting, cum-soaked whore. I was proud of it! My nipples were still hard as I reveled the thought of every man in the bookstore knowing exactly what I had done in that little room in the back.

I walked through the parking lot to my car. The coolness of the car seat felt comforting on my increasingly sore ass. I knew the pain would get worse the next day before it felt better. I wanted the pain—it would remind me over and over what I'd done, and what I was. I felt the cum crackling over my body as it dried. The smell of cum and sex seemed to fill the car. I felt calm for the first time that night. My mind was spinning, though, with plans for future visits to the bookstore.

The Bookstore Ch. 2



It had been way too long. The need was built up inside me…the burning need I feel for cum to cover my body. Hot cum that shoots over my hands and my face, spraying from a strange man's cock. It doesn't matter what man cums on me or how he does it, as long as it happens.

Once again I feel myself drawn to the bookstore. I haven't gone for awhile because it was raided yet again and was closed for over a week. I searched for as similar place to go, but I'm drawn to this particular store. It's because I took my first load of a stranger's cum there, in the back, inside one of the small, dank rooms set aside expressly for the purpose of nameless, faceless sex.

Entering the store, my nostrils are assaulted by a familiar odor… the ripe combination of sweat, desperation and illicit sex fill the hazy air. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. My whole body feels like it's on fire. My nipples stand at attention, my pussy becomes wet as the smell rushes to fill my lungs. I want to be here…I need to be here. I feel whorish and dirty, thinking everyone in the store knows exactly why I'm there. I don't care. My actions thrill me and scare me at the same time. The need to be a nasty whore for a stranger—to have him use me however he wants to until he covers me with cum—has become too great. I had to come here again.

I walk forward, swinging my hips back and forth in a motion that makes my breasts bounce and sway under my tight T-shirt. I feel pair after pair of eyes burning into me…they are all thinking what a whore I am. And they're right. I feel like the dirtiest, filthiest whore just then…ready to take man after man after man if that's what it takes to get the cum I need.

Excited is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel as I step up to the counter to get my key. The tattooed and pierced boy behind the desk barely raises his head. "Pretty busy tonight. Thirty minute limit," he barks as he throws me a key. I grab it with my shaking hand and walk down the hall towards the back of the store. It's a short walk, but it seems like one of the longest walks I've ever taken. The same feeling grips me each time—I can't believe it's me here, doing what I'm doing. I feel as if I'm watching myself from outside my own body. A voice rings in the back of my head. "Dirty, dirty, dirty" it whispers. I feel tingly…every nerve is aroused…I'm going to whore soon.

I slip the key into the lock. Even the metallic grinding sound arouses me…another sense memory. All these now-familiar sounds remind me that I'm about to take cum. I close and lock the door. Damn, holes on only one side of the wall. 

Suddenly, my clothing feels too tight. It has to come off. I need to be completely nude inside this room. I need to feel everything I can next to my burning skin—the clamminess of the vinyl chair, the cheap, dirty carpeting on my feet. But most of all, I need to press my body against the wall and feel the stickiness around the holes. Stickiness from the cum of who knows how many men who've come for the same hidden, dirty pleasures I seek. My clothes quickly land in a pile on the floor.

I hear muffled sounds from the next room. My pussy immediately contracts. My fingers instinctively find my hard clit…I have to touch. Can't cum yet…I want to save that for a bit later. Just a few strokes to hold me, to suppress my excitement. 

I kneel in front of the holes to peek through. I feel floaty, as if I can't get quite enough air. I see an older man sitting on the chair, cock exposed through the fly of his pants. His head is thrown back, and I hear his low moans. The movie drones on, unwatched. I press closer to the wall, wishing I could somehow crawl through the holes to kneel on the floor in front of him and service his cock. I want his cum…I want to take it for him. I can't get enough friction…I realize I'm rubbing my breasts against the wall, hearing the sticky sounds as they rub back and forth through the trails of old cum.

I see the man's hand moving faster. I whisper "hello" through the largest hole, hoping he'll see me and come over to the hole before he cums. He ignores me. "Hello," I say, a little more loudly. Again, no response. My frustration level skyrockets as I see his hips move, and hear his moans become louder. I want his cum, and I will not let him waste it on the dirty carpeting. He completely ignores me as he blurts out "oh yes, oh yes," and cums. I feel like crying as I see the warm, white cum run over the outside of his hand and over his wrist. He sighs, stands up, and zips his pants after stuffing his soft cock inside. I watch, helplessly, as he wipes the beautiful wasted cum across the thigh of his jeans. He then walks out of the room, completely ignoring me and my whimpering.

I rub my open pussy against my flattened hand, frustrated that he ignored me. I want to cum, but I can't. It won't happen. I go over to sit on the chair, trying to calm my ragged breathing and racing heartbeat. I flash on what's happening…what am I doing in a dirty bookstore, naked, watching a stranger masturbate? I feel disgusting and sad. But I can't stop…I have to cum. That feeling is stronger than anything else at that point. I rub two fingers between my spread pussy lips, but I can't cum. Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes. I have to cum. I can't stand it.

I hear a door slam next to me, and low voices speaking back and forth. I scramble quickly over to the hole to watch. I see an attractive young man with two garishly dressed blonde women, obviously prostitutes.

He sits down in the chair, and tells them to start "the usual." The two girls begin to slowly remove each other's clothing. They kiss and caress each other as they undress, and he takes out his cock as he watches them. He is already hard. "Quicker," he barks at them. "We only have half an hour." Hearing the man say that reminded me that I didn't have very much time left there myself. I had to get cum soon. 

I hear them man's voice, realizing he is talking to me. "You keep watching honey," he said. "When they finish with each other, they can play with you for a minute." I gulped and nodded. I couldn't seem to speak.

The girls were nude and kissing each other by now. The man directed them, wanting to see them touch each other's pussies while they kissed. I watched, too, with a distant feeling. It was like I was watching a video, except the action was right in front of me. My hand found my nipple, and began to pinch and twist. The twinge of pain snapped me back to reality. I was feeling anxious—I was afraid I wouldn't get any cum that evening. Yet I was excited watching the two girls. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as they touched each other. 

Sounds assaulted my ears. The slapping of the man's cock against his hand, the sticky sounds of fingers being pushed in and out of pussies—it made the need to cum and to feel cum boil inside me. I felt out of control—my sexual needs were taking over, and I didn't know what to do. I rubbed my clit faster as I watched the scene in the next room.

"Now lick each other," he directed. "I want you both to cum." The girls lied down next to each other on the dirty rug and began to lick each other's pussies. The wet, lapping sounds roared in my ears. They each began to moan, and I watched their stomachs contracting, and their hips move as they both neared climax. "Yes," he yelled, "yes, that's it!" He pumped hard on his cock, slapping it up and down in a quick rhythm. I was almost too much—another man was going to cum right in front of me, and I wouldn't get to feel any of it. I wanted to shout out to him to let me feel it, for him to cum on me through the hole in the wall, but I had no voice. I couldn't speak.

Just then, he exploded. "AAAAAAAAAAgghhhh," I heard him moan. I watched, helplessly again, as wasted cum shot up into the air and onto the floor. I plunged my fingers inside my pussy as hard as I could as I watched the man cum as if I could somehow pretend it was his cock shooting cum deep inside me. My thumb pressed against my clit as I longed to cum.

The girls were cumming too. They were a mass of tongues and tits and legs and pussies, rolling around on the floor. They finished and separated from each other, sitting up on the floor next to each other when they were done.

The man must have heard my frustrated breathing as I rubbed against the wall, trying to cum. "Stand in front of the big hole," he shouted at me. "Let the girls take care of you. I want to watch." 

I was afraid. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that—to let these women touch me. "Come on," he yelled. "We're all running out of time. Just let them, honey. You'll like it!" 

I stood up in front of the large hole. I saw hands dart from each small hole and circle around and grab my ass, pulling me forward into the wall. A tongue licked my pussy lips. It scared me, and I tried to back away. This was not what I wanted at all. I felt confused and disoriented, yet I didn't want them to stop. The tongue felt soft and fluttery against my pussy lips, and I felt myself parting my legs so the tongue could dart inside. My arms were spread out against the wall, over my head, to help steady my body as it pressed against the holes.

I heard the man telling the first girl to make me cum. He was telling the other girl to lick ass, to push her tongue up the first girls' asshole. I couldn't see any of it—I could just hear him yelling orders. My eyes were closed as I felt her tongue push across my clit—I wanted to scream, it felt so good. I had never felt anything like it before. I humped against the hole, trying to force her tongue deeper inside my soaking wet pussy.

My mind was reeling—it all felt so wonderful, but it wasn't what I wanted at all. I knew the man would cum again, and I wouldn't even get to see it, much less feel any of it. I didn't want her to stop…I needed to cum. I rode her tongue, feeling it push inside my pussy, then slip out and flick across my clit. I couldn't stop—I exploded hot pussy juice all over her tongue. I think I screamed—I'm not sure. The sensation ripped through me like lightning. It was the cum that I needed so badly all evening.

I felt the mouth and hands pull away from the holes in the wall. I was still plastered against my side of the wall—I couldn't move. I felt so cheap and dirty—I didn't want anything like this to happen. I was there for cum, a man's cum. Instead, I let a strange prostitute lick my pussy until I came. I was a disgusting whore for a man who didn't even pay me. By the time I unstuck myself from the wall, everyone was gone from the other room.

I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. I heard someone yell "time's up," and I had to quickly get dressed and get out. I stumbled out of the room in a daze. 

I thought about getting the room for another half hour, but there was a 45 minute wait. I couldn't wait that long, so I left the bookstore feeling very unfulfilled.

As I drove home, I started to cry. Tears of frustration—with the fact that I got no cum from a man, and also with the fact that in my blinding need to cum I let a woman lick my pussy. I finally came, but not in the way I wanted to cum. I needed a man's cum dripping off my hands and face. I felt cheated that I didn't get that tonight.