6 comments/ 117870 views/ 8 favorites Janie's Slut Adventure By: Sir Edward The place was silent when she entered. A few men and one couple looked at x-rated videos for sale or rent, another couple was checking out the vibrators and other sex toys, and two men were perusing the magazines that featured bare breasted women on the cover. Janie was nervous. A woman alone, she was now in an adult bookstore. True, no one would recognize her. They were far from home, away on vacation, and she wondered if she could really fulfill the fantasy she and Rob had long discussed. They had parked outside and he had entered first. She could see him now standing off to one side, alone, but watching. She did not acknowledge him, but saw him smile. "Hello, miss," said the man at the counter. With that several of the men turned to look. What they saw was almost beyond belief. Here was a woman of extraordinary beauty, buxom and tall, with long blondish hair than reached down her back, and with the face of a goddess. What's more, she was dressed in a most provocative manner. High heels, of course, and stockings. But the black skirt was so short that she did not even need to bend over for anyone to see that it did not fully cover her ripe, round bottom. Beneath it she wore nothing. No panties. She had flashed before, and loved it. She was determined to give men glimpses of her pussy now, and, if she could muster the courage, much more. On top, she wore a bright red t-shirt, one emblazoned with the Playboy logo. With no bra beneath, her firm breasts jutted defiantly outward. They were magnificent. True, they were larger than a few years earlier, but after her first child, she knew her heavy tits needed some work. She had them lifted, and at the same time went from at 36C to a DD cup. On a trim, muscular, well-toned body, they were astounding. Her nipples were already hard, just from the anticipation of what might happen today. They pushed outward and were clearly visible. And then there was that face. It was at once angelic and sultry. Her puffy, pouting lips were a dark shade of red. Rob told her the bright lipstick made her look slutty. She loved that thought. And the eyes. Green-blue irises that shimmered and gleamed in a pool of white, they seemed to glow with fire. If the eyes are truly the gateway to the soul, then Janie's were an invitation to lust. Now, they swept across the room, taking in the overall view, but stopping to linger on each man. Most had paused in their perverted search to stare at what they could only believe was an apparition. There were women who made a living as models, or as porn starts, who could not hold a candle to the voluptuous creature they saw before them now, yet here she was, real, alive and thrilling just to look at. Janie would like to have glanced briefly at each of the men, but her own gaze lingered on each man, silently evaluating them for their sex appeal. Her eyes would meet with each of them, and while she would have liked to look away, it was they who, for the most part, lowered their eyes first, perhaps intimidated by her lush beauty. One or two, however, met her gaze head on, and smiling. "Can I help you look for anything," said a voice, and she realized the clerk, a rather good-looking young man, was speaking to her. She turned to face him, and saw his eyes dip involuntarily to her bosom. It happened every time. She had learned not to resent it, but to bask in the admiration. When he looked back up, she smiled. "I just wanted to see what kind of fun things you have," she said. Motioning around the large room, she continued. "It looks like you have plenty." "Is there anything specific you are thinking of," he said, his boyish face breaking into a grin. "Well no. But I think I will know it when I see it." His eyes dropped again to her tits, and this time they stayed there for more than an instant. When he looked up again, he was blushing. How cute, she thought. "Well go look and let me know if I can be of any assistance," the clerk said. A twinkle came to her eyes and she shifted her weight just slightly. "Oh, I will," she said, and winked. She began to walk around the store...slowly, leisurely, the high heels pushing up her bottom so that it swayed with every step. She knew men were looking at her, but now she concentrated on looking straight ahead, moving toward the sex toys displayed along one long wall. The truth is that Janie would have been sexy wearing a feed sack, and with a cast iron bra, and granny-panties. Nothing could hide her natural sensuality. What she wore today just emphasized it. When she moved in that languid way, she undulated, he body swaying, her large breasts moving up and down. Not a single man in there was watching anything else but her as she walked across the room. Janie could feel their eyes on her. It pleased and excited her even more. She could feel a growing wetness between her legs. Not much yet, but she was confident there would be more. She stood looking at a set of Ben Wah balls, admiring their silver finish, wondering how they would feel thrust up inside her as she walked. She looked down the aisle to see two men just standing, magazines in hand, but looking intently at her. Slowly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she bent over to pick up an item from the bottom shelf, turning slightly so her rear was toward the two men. Casually, she lingered at her task, as if she could not decide which item she wanted. In truth, there was nothing there she wanted, but she felt her short black skirt ride up in back. She knew that most of her bottom was exposed, and with her legs just slightly apart, she also knew the two men could see the pussy lips of her vagina. I wonder if the moisture shows, she thought. "Oh my god look at that," one of the men said aloud. She could barely hear him, but the other man spoke more loudly. "Damn!" he said. Janie stood, turned and walked down the row of toys, stopping this time in front of a rack of something called a "Butterfly." There were dozens of different models, most in pink or pale blue, and she realized the straps were so a woman could fit the buzzy toy over her hips and hold it against her clit. Hummm, that was something she would like. The two men could still see her, and she supposed others in the room were also watching. With deliberate ease, she sank to her haunches, stooping as she held one of the butterfly vibrators in her hand, studying it intently. The skirt was so short that anyone at ground level could have seen right up it. Janie slowly spread her legs apart, and the skirt rose higher. Now anyone with a direct line of view could see what she wanted them to see -- her very private hole, her precious kitty, open, pink and gleaming with droplets. She stayed there, pretending to be unaware that she was flashing her pussy. She knew well what she was doing. She was teasing, and if the men gathered in that dirty bookstore had any sense, she would do much more than just tease. The thought made her tingle, and she actually gave a slight chuckle. As if he was reading her mind, one man walked from across the store toward her. She did not rise. He paused directly in front of her, a man of perhaps 40 or so. He did not smile as he said: "I wish my wife was more like you." His hand went to her shoulder and touched her gently. "You are beautiful." With that he walked away. She stood. As she looked around, Janie could see that the men in the room were no longer spread out. Most of them were in aisles close to her. She was the center of attention, and she loved it. A man wearing a blue sports jacket caught her eye, and smiled. He smiled back. She looked around the store and when she looked back at the man, he was nearing her. He looked nice, sharply dressed. She stood waiting, and when he approached her, his hand moved to touch her breast. Not to grab her, but merely to use his fingers to trace along the outline of her sheer bra. He took his time, touching unhurriedly. He stopped moving his fingers and left them resting on her. With a sign, he moved away. She heard him softly say "oh well" and wondered why he had not stayed to touch her more. She wanted that, needed that. Janie began to walk around the store. She felt bolder now, but still tentative. Just how much could she really do today...how much of the fantasy she and Rob had discussed would come true? She paused at a magazine rack. The covers featured lovely women in various positions. Some of the covers featured blatant sex, while other had the women exposing herself at one angle or another. She picked up one of the more explicit ones, one with a hard cock being sucked by a brunette, and began to leaf thru it. As she stood there, the two men who had made comments about seeing her exposed pussy walked up. One stood on one side, one on the other. "You are a sassy young thing," said one of the men. He reached over and took the magazine from her hands. He flipped to a page that showed the same brunette as on the cover, only now with two men...one in her mouth, the other with just the tip of his hard penis entering her pussy lips. "You like that picture," the man asked. Janie found she could not speak. The other man put his arm around her waist, but did not pull her. Now he spoke: "She seems very quiet for such a wild lady." The arm now went from her waist to her bottom. The hand just rested there, not even squeezing, but it sent a shock thru her entire body. She realized the men were now positioned slightly behind her. Anyone else in the room might guess what was happening, but no one else could see. "Oh she is a wild thing, that's for sure," said the other man. "She can't take her eyes off these fuck pictures." "Is that right, miss," said his partner. "Do you like to see that...or would you rather be fucking." At the use of the word fucking his hand left her bottom, only to reach lower a second later, touching the back of her leg just below her skirt. She jumped involuntarily, but she did not speak or move away. The hand on her leg moved upward...quickly...and touched her pussy. Janie thought she would faint. A finger moved between the lips and she knew the man could feel her wetness. As he moved his finger up into her, she knew he could feel how open, how ready, she was. Her eyes were now closed. The other man took her hand and held it tightly. "Oh you sweet thing. Just feel. That's right. Keep you eyes closed and let him do it." Two fingers were inside her now, moving. Slowly at first, then faster. Only seconds seem to pass before she knew she would cum right there, right then, standing in an adult bookstore with people all around. When she climaxed, she still had enough control not to cry out. But anyone watching would have seen her body shake. Moments later the fingers were gone, and the hand holding hers. She opened her eyes, put her hand on the rack to steady herself. The two men were moving away as if nothing happened. They walked to the door and exited, not even pausing to look back. After a few minutes Janie had recovered enough to look around. A younger man with sandy hair and brown eyes stood in the same aisle, looking at her. "That was beautiful," he said. He moved to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you." Then he, too, moved away. Janie began to walk around the store again. Over in one corner she saw Rob. He was pretending to look at some toy, but she saw he was really looking at her. He smiled. Her eyes went to his crotch and she saw he had made a tent. His prick was erect and pushing the material outward. At a slow pace, she moved about. When she got near Rob, she again lowered herself to her haunches to pick up an item from the bottom shelf. "Wanna fuck me, big boy?" Her voice was a whisper. Rob looked surprised and moved away, moving quite quickly, as if he were afraid of her. She laughed to herself and put the toy she held back on the rack. When she arose it was to see a man walking toward her. Chapter Two He was dressed in work clothes...denim pants, a plaid shirt...and he was built like a worker: thick, even massive, but not overweight. He pretended not to see her, but as he moved past, she felt like what might have been a touch on her bottom. Ever so slight, ever so gentle. He did not pause, did not speak, did not turn around to look back at her. But her eyes followed him. He was tall. Perhaps 6 foot 1, or more. She had noticed his eyes were a light brown, as was his hair. A clean shaven face, and not bad looking, she thought. Now, as he walked away, she saw that his pants were just the right size, the fabric tightening over a cute, tight bottom. He paused, picked up some sort of package, turned. Their eyes met, and he smiled. It was a smile that cut right into her. She felt her pussy quiver, knew more wetness was instantly building. She was really quite wet now, and she knew from past experience is was not thin, watery fluid that began to drip out of her pussy and down her thighs; it was thicker, heavier, a white filmy liquid that moved oh so slowly, so sensually, down her leg. She could smell it now, a warm, musky odor, the unmistakably smell of sex, the reek of a woman in heat. She wondered if anyone who came near her could also smell it, and she hoped so. She wanted everyone in the place to know she was aroused and leaking from her hole...that she was feeling hot and not a little slutty. He was still smiling as he walked back toward her. In back of him, further away, she could see Rob watching. She wanted that, They had talked about it often, about her going to an adult bookstore and being wild. How wild had varied with her mood during the discussion. At times, especially if their talk had been in the midst of fucking, the fantasy had gotten really wild. Now it was not fantasy, it was real, and her pulse quickened as the stranger approached. She wanted to smile, but could not. She was nervous, on edge. But strangely, she was not afraid. "You are a brave young woman to come in here alone," he said to her, stopping close, but not too close. "Oh not really," she replied. Now she was able to smile. "There are plenty of people around. I'm not afraid." She said it defiantly, then tossing her long hair, she added in a softer voice: "Well, not very afraid." "My name is Art," he said. He did not offer his hand, as if afraid she would refuse it. "Mine is Janie," she replied. His voice was a deep, rustling Baritone. Of course, she thought, it would have to be. From the front she could now concentrate on his face. It was rugged and tanned, the features sharp, the chiseled look of a he-man. He seemed relaxed, at ease talking with a beautiful woman in a sexual locale. She was surprised at his self-assurance, but pleased. "So why are you here," he asked. "I'm not really sure. I do know I've always wanted to see what was inside these kinds of places." She paused. "I might buy a toy or two." And then she giggled. He laughed, too, joining her. "Are you married?" "That's a pretty personal question," she said, but held up her hand to show her wedding ring. "And hubby doesn't know, or doesn't mind?" "What hubby doesn't know won't hurt him...or me." He nodded. "And do you always dress like this?" He motioned with his hand, sweeping downward from her bosom to her feet. Again she giggled. "No." "Well you look hot," Art said, and in a most natural gesture moved one hand to her waist. She did not move away. The hand felt warm, and his touch, she realized, was just what she wanted at that moment. "Thank you, Art." And she flashed him her best smile. "Are you looking for anything else?" She paused, longer than she realized. "Maybe." "Like what?" "Well I've heard about the video booths they have in back. I've always wanted to see what they are like." He made no reply. He did not even nod. His hand moved ever so slightly on her waist. She wanted him to move it to her bottom, but he did not, just kept it there, moving with slightly more pressure. They just looked at each other, and this time it was she who dropped her eyes. Oh, she thought, this one knows. She heard some movement near her and looked up to see the one couple moving past, both of them looking at her, not smiling, but not unapprovingly either. Across the top of a magazine rack she could see the top half of Rob's face. It was flushed and intent, but the eyes were smiling. I hope he is enjoying this, she thought. "What," Art said. She realized she had muttered aloud. "I said 'I enjoy your touch'," she said. Again she lowered her eyes. "Good," he replied. There was silence for what seemed a long time. He seemed to be considering something. Then he spoke. "I am going outside for a smoke. Join me." It was not a question, it was a command, and he turned without even waiting for a reply. She stood there. Her eyes glanced around the room. She noticed others watching her now. Apparently a few more men had entered, and the couple stood pretending to look at something but clearly watching her. The door has hardly closed behind Art when she nodded to herself and followed him. Outside, it was dark. Art stood a few yards from the door. She had expected to see him smoking a cigarette, but instead he held a pipe, which he was lighting as she approached. The smoke curled up in continuing wisps, shimmering in the reflection from the neon lights of the bookstore. The light from his match glowed on his face, emphasizing his ruddy tan. "You came," he said, and without another word removed the pipe from his mouth and kissed her. It was a hard, passionate kiss, and she seemed to just melt into him. At that moment she did not care who might see, for her internal lust was controlling her. She could feel his hardness press against her, one hand behind her head, pressing her against his as he kissed her with an ardor that flamed more when his impatient tongue thrust into her, and she responded in kind. For long moments he held her, kissing her, his hand moving on the back of her head, stroking, pushing her face against his. When he stopped and stepped back, she gasped for breath. "Oh wow, she said." He grinned. "I know why you came here, Janie." "And what is that?" He laughed. "Well is certainly isn't to buy a sex toy. Not dressed like that." Art took a puff from his pipe, then pointed toward the parking lot. "Let's go sit in my car." She hesitated, and he continued. "Come on. It is safe. Lots of people around, and lots saw you come outside with me." He reached for her hand. They walked to his car hand in hand, not saying a word. He did, indeed, know what she was there for. He opened the passenger side door for her. With the light that came on inside the car, he watched her sit, and she realized she could see her pussy before she swung her legs around. When he entered the car he moved toward her without pause. One hand went beneath the short skirt, forcefully, grasping her pussy. The other hand went around her and held her as they kissed again. The fire between her legs was hot...hotter than she had felt in many months. When first one finger, then two, slipped between her lips to enter her, her body arched involuntarily and she pushed back against them, helping to push them further into her. "Ah, wet," Art said, removing his lips from her and watching her face as his finger continued to probe her. "Very wet. I like that." "Yes," she said, gasping in a low, guttural voice. She thought she would climax right there, moments after his fingers went into her. Then she knew she would. Seconds later, her body was convulsing in a wild bucking motion, waves of illicit pleasure sweeping through her body. "That's it. That's is baby. Cum for me...cum good." She heard his voice as if far away, but it reached her nonetheless, and she continued to cum, until at last his fingers slowed and the waves decreased. Janie's Slut Adventure Ch. 02 Chapter Three: Goddess When she walked back in, Janie was sure that everyone in the place was looking at her. She was right, and most of them knew, or at least strongly suspected, what she has been doing. She walked across the room, ignoring the "welcome back" from the clerk, and began to look at the videos. My, the covers were graphic, with lots of sexual scenes. Several men passed by. They did not say anything, or touch her, but she hoped that they glanced at her legs. The stockings were stained with cum...her cum and the stranger's who had just deposited a load in her. Instead of being embarrassed, she was proud. It excited her to know others could see she was a real life slut, and not some pretender. She saw Rob walk back into the store. He got no greeting from the clerk. She continued to look at the various movies for sale. Some were titled "Fuck My Wife" and seemed to be about amateur wives being done by porn stars. Just looking at the covers made her pussy twitch, and she felt a little more cum push out and down her leg. Rob was passing in the same aisle now. Without breaking stride, his hand touched her under her skirt, briefly, and he said in a very low voice: "Nice job, slut wife." He kept on walking. Janie wanted badly now to see some fucking. One of the "Fuck My Wife" tapes had a picture on the box of a blonde white wife sucking the huge prick of a black man. She wanted to see stuff like that. She walked over to the counter. "You have some video booths here, I understand." Janie was giving her brightest smile to the clerk. The young man was again staring at her chest, at her mammoth tits, the nipples quite erect now. They were hardly hidden under the tight red t-shirt. When he looked up to her face he was blushing again, but then he shook his head. "We have booths, Maam, but no women are allowed back there," he said. A man's voice just behind her said: "There are always exceptions to every rule." It was a man quite a bit older then her...fifty, maybe, perhaps a few years beyond. Tall, dressed in an expensive blue business suit, a lighter solid blue tie that matched the handkerchief in the jacket pocket. Dark hair, except for the silver streaks along his temple. Distinguished, she would say. She met his eyes....piercing blue eyes that held a gleam of mischief. They held her eyes fast, and she could not turn away. He smiled, and so did she. Then he reached across her to hand a bill to the clerk...a $100 bill! "I think we can make an exception in this case, don't you, Bill?" The clerk picked up the $100 bill and slipped it in his pocket. "Certainly, Mr. Rammert," he replied. "My name is John," the man said to Janie, "But you may call me Sir." Then he took her by the arm and led her across the room to a curtained entryway and thru it into a dark hallway. Her eyes could hardly make out the doorways that lined each side. A few men stood around, silently. They did not move or speak as she was led down the hallway. John stopped to try a door...found it locked...tried the next...same thing. The third door opened, and he ushered her inside. It was small, but large enough for the two of them. "I presume your husband is somewhere in the building?" he said to her. "How did you know?" He laughed. "I understand a great deal, miss," he said. "Now take off those clothes." She was stunned. Did he expect her to strip naked right there, bare herself before a man she met only a minute or two before? She hesitated. Now when he spoke it was in a very firm and commanding tone. "My dear, you are here to be a slut. Anyone can see that. But I have the knowledge and experience to lead you. For now, and just for now, you will do as I say. I will keep you safe, but you must do just what I say. Do you understand?" She could not speak. She nodded, and quickly raised the red t-shirt over her arms and off, displaying her big bare tits, then unzipping the skirt and stepping out of it. "Leave on your shoes and thigh-highs," he said, reaching for her clothing and placing it on a small bench in one corner. And then he kissed her. It was, unexpectedly, a soft kiss. His hands held her bare shoulders as the kiss lingered and warmed and she kissed him back, but he did not reach toward her crotch, as she thought he would, and although her tits were pressed against him, he did not crush her to his body. He was surprisingly gentle, and somehow that made it all the sexier. He moved her away from him. Reaching in a side pocket he drew out a wad of dollar bills. "Have you ever been to a place like this?" She shook her head. "No. I've read about them in stories." He put a dollar bill into a slot and a video flashed on the television screen. He put several more bills in and turning her so she faced the screen, pressed up against her. She felt his dick against he ass, and realized it was outside his pants. When had he had time to do that, she thought, but damn it felt nice. On the screen a couple, naked, was on a bed, kissing and fondling each other. John...Sir....reached around her and pushed a button. The movie changed. Now there was a lovely white woman sucking a really nice size cock beside a swimming pool. "There are 16 different movies. You may flash thru them and stop at the one you want to watch," he said. She hesitated. "It's ok...here..reach over and push that button" She did and the scene changed again. She was scrolling through them rapidly... passing by scenes of two women playing, of a woman being blindfolded, of two woman doing things to a man... until a movie flashed on with a black cock. The scene at the moment was a closeup: a penis that was dark as ebony and had to be 10 inches long was sliding in and out of a white woman. All you could see was her pussy and the cock pushing into it. Damn, she wanted to see what the man looked like...and the woman, too. As if answering her unspoken desire, the movie cut to a wide shot. She saw a busty brunette on her back, her face contorted in pleasure, and a rock solid black man on top of her, fucking her. "Ah," said the man behind her. "You like that one?" It was more a moan than a word. "Yessssss!" Instantly his hand smacked against her right ass cheek, hard. "Sir! I told you to call me Sir, slut, and unless you are going to do it, you can put your clothes on and leave right now!" "Yes. Sir," she said quickly. Her ass burned where he had struck her, but it was somehow arousing. "Please let me stay, Sir. I will do whatever you want." She had never talked to any man this way. She was married, true, but she was a woman in her own right, not likely to take orders from anyone. But this was different. This man was so commanding that she knew doing what he asked of her was just what she wanted. He made no reply. Instead, he backed away from her. She felt him fumbling for something, and then she heard the sound of him using a cell phone. "Jim," he said into the phone. "I've got some of that special work you like so much. Come now and bring Alfonse with you." There was a slight pause. "Yes, you know the place," he added. The phone was put away. The fucking on the screen was continuing, and now the woman was on her hands and knees on a bed, and the black stud was fucking her from behind. The cameraman had gotten underneath them, and the closeup was incredible to see. That black sausage was pushing in and out of her pussy, and she could see the white of the woman's lubrication on the dick every time he pulled out. "Ohhhhhh," Janie moaned. Without asking, the man put one hand on each ass check and spread her apart. His prick slid up her in one motion, and she put her hands out to touch the wall in front of her, just over the video screen. "Well now, that pussy is too slick to be just your juices. Did you get fucked in the parking lot?" "Yes, Sir," she gasped. His prick was all the way in her, but he was not moving it. He just held it in there. She could feel it twitching inside her, and her pussy was responding. "Oh yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, Sir. Please, fuck me!" She tried to push back against it and initiate the fucking, but his hands held her ass in a steel grip. "Please, Sir. Oh God, I need it!" Still he did not move it. "You hot slut, you love to fuck, don't you?" "Oh God, yes Sir. I am a slut that loves to fuck, Sir." "Look at the screen!" He was commanding her. She lifted her head to watch the movie. The black dick was still fucking the woman, only harder now. Janie realized she could hear the sound, and the woman was screaming. She held her body still...that was what HE wanted...but she needed to fuck...needed it so badly. Moments went by. She continued to watch the movie, in a booth naked, a man she did not know inside her. It seemed like many minutes, but she tried to do what he had ordered. And then, without warning, he began to fuck her, fiercely – hot, deep, again and again. And then, only maybe a few seconds after it started, it stopped. His prick pulled out of her in a sudden unexpected motion. Her legs seemed to collapse under her and a high, plaintive sound came from her throat. His hands kept her from falling. "Oh, God," she said. His hands went to her shoulders and gently massaged them. "My slut, do you want that cock in you again?" "Oh, Yes Sir. Please, Sir." He chuckled softly. "Wait, my dear. You have to earn it." With that he turned her around. She thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he just looked in here eyes. "My prick is all covered from being in your dirty hole, slut. Drop and clean it!" This time there was absolutely no hesitation. Janie went to her knees and her mouth was on his member instantly. It was slimy, and salty, and she felt so dirty and hot tasting it, licking his hard penis up and down, covering the head with her mouth. It was wonderful. Slutty, perverted and so damn good. She was like a woman possessed, a demon whose job it was to work that cock with her mouth, cleaning it and making him feel her passion...feel her power and her submission at the same time. She was really working it when he said, "Stop." She did. "My balls." They, too, were covered with a sticky mess, and she loved cleaning them for this man, working more gently than she has attacked his cock, licking and savoring, then pulling each of his balls individually into her mouth to suck gently. "Lower slut, Get under me and lick between my balls and my asshole, where it is most sensitive." She lowered herself so that her elbows were on the floor and reached up with her mouth to lick just under his balls. For the first time, she heard a sexual reaction from him. His hands went to the top of her head and he held her there as she licked. "Oh yes, baby. That's it. Be a good slut and show me how much you love to lick." After several minutes, he spoke again. "Back to my cock!" She rose and leaned over, putting her mouth around the head of his shaft and treating it like the most delicious lollypop she had ever had. She looked up as she did so, and their eyes met. She felt so slutty, on her knees before this man. He smiled and it made her want to please him even more. "Stop!" His voice left no room for argument, although she so wanted to continue. She knelt there, holding his prick, and looked up questioningly. "Look over there," he said, motioning to one of the side walls. There was a hole in the wall, and thru it stuck a cock. She should not have been surprised. She had heard of gloryholes. But she had not realized there was one in their booth. She looked back up. "Suck it," he said. She knew better than to hesitate, and besides, she did not want to. This was something she had dreamed of for a long time – a naked slut on her knees in a video booth, sucking an anonymous cock. This one was maybe 8 inches, and nicely thick. Her mouth was on it in a flash, hungrily, wantoningly. The head of it was like no other she had ever seen. It was like a fucking mushroom. The long thick stalk of his penis ended with a much larger head, one that flared out in a dome...a hot, delicious dirty dome that now was in her sweet mouth. She could run her tongue not just around the top, but under the rim that was created by the mushroom. Ummmm.. she thought. Interesting. And nice. For long minutes she performed her work: that of a low dirty slut, on her knees sucking the cock of a man she did not even know, and probably would never even see. Just a cock. A cock for her to service, and she felt like the juicy, perverted, filthy slut she had hoped she would be when she entered the store. She could hear the man behind the wall moaning and saying, "yes, baby, yes baby" over and over. She continued to work it...twisting her head, sucking it hard and then softly... going up and down on it. She heard the man behind the wall say: " I'm gonna cum!" Instinctively she withdrew her mouth. Instantly a hand was on her head, pushing her back down. "Oh no, my slut. You will take his cum.!" No, No, she thought. Not that. I don't let men cum in my mouth! That is not something I like, not something I do. His hand held her mouth on his cock, and she could only make grunts. She hoped it told him that this was not what she wanted. His reply made clear that he understood very well. "You don't like it do you? Well, you are here to please me, not you. You are a slut and you will do anything...and I mean anything. You are a cocksucker and you will take any load of cum anywhere I tell you. Now suck him and take his cum! NOW!" The words sent a shock throughout her entire body. She could never do this...but yet, she realized it was just want she wanted...to be made to do dirty things she could never do on her own. Not just to suck a stranger threw a hole, but to take cum in her mouth just like any porn star or hooker or slut. When the first blast of hot cum hit inside her mouth, she thought she would wretch...but she did not. A hand still rested on her head, not harshly, but enough to show who was in charge, and she continued to bob her head as other streams of sperm went into her mouth. It was hot and disgusting. She hated it, but she loved pleasing them both...the "Sir" who knew what she needed and the man whose prick spewed into her mouth. When at last the anonymous cock had finished spurting, she looked up. His face was almost kindly. "Good girl...very good girl. Now this time, you may spit it out." With that he pointed to a trashcan in the corner. She dumped the cum from her mouth, but still, the smell and taste remained. She was surprised by many things that afternoon. But perhaps one of the most surprising was that this strong commanding man then lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Janie's Slut Adventure She realized her hands were around him, holding him. His face was inches away, with a look of wonderment. "God, woman, you can really cum!" It took a lot for her to simply say "thank you," her body not yet fully over the climax. Art moved away. He unzipped his pants and took out a long, beautiful cock. Even in the semi-darkness she could see that it was longer than Robs, and thicker. He was about to say something when without prompting she moved quickly to place her mouth around the head of his erect prick. "Ohhhhhhhh." he said. She looked up and smiled. "There was a drop on top. Couldn't let that get away." Then she went back down on him. Janie loved to suck cock. She was always good at it. Now, fueled by a lust stronger than she has ever known, she was a wild animal. One of his hands rested on her head, gently kneading her hair. "Oh my," he said. "Oh baby, do it. Suck that cock. Ohhhh yes." Her tongue swirled around the prick in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on it. Her head twisted back and forth as she sucked, and licked. Then she moved further downward, to lick his balls...big heavy balls, loaded with cum. Then back to the head of his hard penis. She felt the strength there, the rigid thick prick pressing against the inside of her mouth. She felt the warmth, and the texture of his bare skin. She could even feel the ridges that traced along the length of it. It went on and on, she savoring every moment of her debauchery, sucking a stranger in a car in the parking lot of a sex store, him moaning and grunting his approval of her work. "Baby, you want me to cum?" Art said. She lifted her head and looked him right in the eyes. She felt no shame. She felt like the slut she always knew she could be. "I want you to fuck me," she said. Without bothering to put his hard prick away, Art opened his door and stepped out into the cool evening air. He walked around to her door, opened it, and taking her hand lifted her out. She hardly had time to stand when he turned her around, and without even the need to lift her skirt, pushed against her ass. She felt his hardness against her lips...and then it was in her, plunging, hard, fast. He was out of control, a raging bull just plowing her over and over. Her hands were on the top of the car, and she braced herself to push back against the throbbing cock that was just plain fucking her. No romance here, no gentleness, just the passion of sex... unrestricted no-holds-barred, block-and-tackle fucking. He was using her, using her pussy just the way any slut would want to be used. Yes, that was it. She was a slut being used, being fucked hard against a car, knowing that there could be people watching and not caring a damn. All she wanted, all she knew about, was the existence of that big hard cock doing her. "Oh god," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes." And then the words became a babble of noises issuing from her throat. Her head rocked back and forth, her body thrust back to meet the fierce drive of this stranger's cock into her. It seemed like he reached places she had never felt touched that way. He was harsh, slamming into her. And then, without warning or a word of any kind, the wonderful hot hard tool pulled almost out of her, and stopped moving. He stood still, the head of his cock just a fraction of an inch inside her, his hands on her hips. She pushed back to get more of that prick into her, but his hands held her back from doing so. "Wait," he said. "Just wait, you anxious slut." She heard sounds emanating from her mouth and realized she was moaning. Oh God, let him put in back in, she thought. Let him give me that precious hard cock again, let him pound me. "Do you want it?" His voice was deep and commanding. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me, yes fuck me!" Her cries of passion were loud. Somehow a part of her brain realized that there might be other people watching, people who could see her wanton behavior and hear her, but at this moment she did not care. His prick now did push into her, but this time slowly....excruciatingly slowly. It pushed deep into her. She felt her pussy quivering; hungry for the hard fuck she needed, but still Art stroked slowly, ever so slowly. It was wonderful, and it was driving her crazy. "Do you want that cock, baby," he asked. All she could do was nod her head up and down and try to say yes. "You are one hot bitch," he yelled, and drove the steel-hard prick deep into her with great force. Now he was fucking her like a piston, reaming her with force, pulling all the way out only to drive it back deep, deep into her. She could hear the squishy sound of her pussy as he fucked her, feel his balls bouncing against her ass with each deep thrusting stroke into her. The smell of sex reeked from her, and even more of her own fluids poured out. She felt his penis swell inside her. He was getting ready to explode, primed first by her tongue and mouth and now by her sopping wet pussy. . She wanted it to go on forever, but from his fevered pace she knew he would not last much longer, and she was right. "Do...you...want....my...cum?" His voice was strained from the superhuman physical effort. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," came from her mouth. She managed to say one word. "YES!" And with that she felt his prick pulse inside her...jerking and twitching, touching the walls of her vagina, and she felt his cum. It was hot, the temperature higher than seemed normal. Most times she did not actually feel a man's sperm, but this time she did. She felt the first blast of cum erupted into her, hitting something inside her, and her body responded. Violently, her whole body jerked as she came, and her pussy went into an uncontrollable clutching and releasing. Some dark deep sounds came from him, grunts that were timed with each hard thrust into her. His juice flowed into her. Her body continued to convulse. She felt her own juices pouring out of her, certainly mixed with his, flowing down her thighs and onto her stockings. God, I'm cumming all over myself, she thought, and another hard pulsation racked her body. The waves increased and although she has never really stopped, she realized she was cumming again. "God, that is quite a pussy," Art said, slowing his pace to feel her vagina grabbing at his penis. Finally it slowed. The waves were still there, like a symphony of sexual feeling gradually fading. His cock pulled out of her, and she felt even more hot liquid on her legs. They were shaking, and she would have fallen except for his grip on her bottom, fingers pressing into her and holding her from collapse. For long moments they stayed like that. She savored the feelings, the hot dirty feelings. "You are some woman." He said at last in an almost normal voice. He turned her around and kissed her, this time a softer, deeper kiss. Art asked for her telephone number. Her hands trembling, she wrote it on the back of a tiny piece of paper. "That's my cell number, but be discreet if you call," she said. He just nodded, and walked back to his side of the car. She watched as he drove off, not evening waving at her. As his headlights swept over the other cars, she saw a man sitting in a car not far away. Her car, she realized. Their car. The man was Rob. Janie walked over to it. The window was down. "Did you like that?" Her face sported a broad smile as she said it. "God, baby...that was wonderful." Rob, too, was smiling. "Do you feel like a real slut now?" "Yes I do. But not quite slutty enough yet." With that she spun on her heels and walked away, headed back to the front door of the sex shop. Her night of lust has just begun. The descent of a goddess into depravity was not yet complete.