Procrastination had always been one of her faults. She was reminded of it often, but never as much as today. Her assignment had been simple. Pick up something "naughty" for her friend Melissa's wedding shower. At first, she had been thinking of oils or lingerie or something that might be genuinely useful. Angie, the one everyone lovingly referred to as "that slut Angie", explained that they had something else in mind.

"Look", she said. "Melissa is going to have a shower with her family, and another at her church, and another at work. We want to give her something special. You know, kind of over the top. So get your mind in the gutter and go get her something that will make her blush!" The others agreed. It should be something "dirty". The 5 of them had developed a closeness over the years. They shared everything. They had no secrets. What could possibly make her blush?

She actually tried to buy something at that store in the mall that sells sexy dice and naughty cards. The only thing that stopped her was her minister, Reverend Hanson. He chose that day to do his "power-walking" at the mall. He was a nice enough man. And even his reminder that he hadn't seen her in services lately was gentle. But she still felt awkward around him; like he knew what really went on her head. She was only grateful that she saw him before she went to make her purchase, saving her the embarrasment of running into him with a bag from THAT store. She promised that she would see him on Sunday and went on her way. Deciding to return later she left emptyhanded.

That was three days ago. Now she was facing the reality of the party in a matter of an hour and not enough time to get back to that side of the city. So her options were limited.

She had thought about the adult bookstore when the whole idea first came up. She had been in one once with a boyfriend a few years ago. They had all kinds of "naughty" stuff, but the idea of going into one by herself was unthinkable. Until now.

"I'll just run in and out," she convinced herself. After all, it WAS on the way to the party and it was still light outside. How bad could that be?

The store was well-lit, neatly arranged and surprisingly clean. There was a wide selection of sexy lingerie unlike anything you would find at the mall, sex toys, videos, lotions and potions. As she took in the inventory, she noticed that the men who came and went didn't do any shopping. They simply entered and dissappeared down a hallway. As she circled the room, approaching the hall, she stepped through the doorway, assuming there was another sales area in that direction. Instead, she was immediately engulfed in the sounds of bad disco music and the unmistakable gruntings, squeals and moans of sex. At least what sex sounds like in porn movies.

She quickly stepped back into the front of the store. She scolded herself for not realizing what it was before she went back there - the infamous video booths. She had heard about them. Of course, what she knew was founded in rumor and speculation. The only people that she knew that actually admitted to ever being in one was Angie and a guy she used to work with. Angie confirmed that guys went there to relieve themselves. She said she even watched one do it.

"How on earth did you see that?" The others in the group were as incredulous as she was.

"Through the gloryhole." Angie responded, matter of factly.

"Gloryhole?"

"Uh huh. They cut holes between the booths, so you can see. I guess some guys do more than just look, 'cuz the one I was watching came right through the hole".

"Oh my God!" Jen exclaimed. "What did you do?"

"Not what I wanted to. That's for sure. After all, it was only my third date with that guy and I didn't want him to think I was a slut!"

Melissa suggested that if a guy had brought her to a porn shop on their third date he probably already had a pretty good idea of what she was, and the subject moved on to other things.

So, here she was, a few feet from a roomful of men jerking off. The very idea motivated her to find what she needed and to get out quickly. As she tried to return her focus to the wide selection of vibrators and whips, she found herself thinking about the back area. The chime on the front door sounded and she looked up to see the man that entered. She couldn't help but think about what he was about to do - imagining him in the booth, touching himself. She chased the thought away as another man exited the hallway and headed toward the front door. Again, she found herself picturing him in the act. Her heart was beginning to race. She was becoming aroused. It was the same feeling that she always experienced just before the first time with a new lover. The excitement was always heightened by the unknown.

She knew she had to hurry. She was already nearly late for the shower. Convinced that she would never have the opportunity again - and that no one would ever know - she slipped into the back hallway once more. She found herself in a labyrinth of small booths. She quickly chose one, closed the door and sat down. Now her heart was pounding. She felt as though somehow she would be in trouble if someone were to actually see her there. She relaxed her breathing a bit and took in her cramped surroundings. The booth was dominated by a TV screen. A message on the screen instructed her to insert money and choose a channel. She noticed the panel to her right. A bill feeder, no different than one on a soft drink machine, silently waited for payment. She slipped in a dollar and was startled by the sounds of the porn video that suddenly appeared on the screen. She was surprised by the fact that it began in mid-action, instead of at the beginning. A few minutes later she was busy making her way through the channels. She paused for a minute to watch two girls together. Then a minute longer at a scene with a woman and three guys. Three very well endowed guys. Just as she started to get into it, the scene was replaced by the message telling her to insert more money. Rather than doing so, she slipped out of the booth and stepped further into the maze.

This time, she looked inside before taking a seat. It was actually the third booth that she looked at that she chose. She slipped quickly into the seat, inserting another dollar ito the machine. She found her movie again and felt the first hints of moistness between her legs. As she watched, she kept an eye on the small, perfectly round hole in the wall - the much-rumored gloryhole.

A few minutes later someone entered the next booth. She heard the door close and the sound of the machine accepting his money. She listened as he flipped through the channels, finally settling on a movie. She changed channels herself, stopping on the one he had chosen. A bleached blonde who had paid handsomely for her chest was being impaled by a huge black cock - in her butt. The girl swore like a sailor. She begged her black lover to do unspeakable things to her in the most graphic terms. She finally pulled her eyes away from the screen and looked toward the hole. She slowly bent forward until she could see his pants. Leaning further so that she could look higher she saw him gently stroking his penis. He was not yet hard, but would be soon. She was mesmerized by the sight; so much so that she nearly did not notice that he, too, had become curious about his neighbor. As she saw him begin to stoop and bend, she stood up, not wanting him to see her face. She thought about running. After all, she saw what she had come to see, even though he hadn't finished.

Just as she decided to reach for the door, the hole darkened and his member slipped through to her side of the wall. Still not completely hard, but beginning to twitch, it captured her attention like a magic wand. The music from the video was pulsing through her and the foul-mouthed bimbo was turning her on in ways she would have never imagined about herself. She knew what her new neighbor wanted. She was unwilling to give him that, of course, but a nameless, faceless penis intrigued her. She was not a prude, but wasn't all that experienced either. Her lovemaking had normally been done in the dark, usually under the blankets. Aside from a first crush back in high school she had never really been able to just look at one. But now she was. She lowered herself to get a better look. It was beginning to sag with the loss of stimulation. Touching it, she reasoned, would do no harm. She wanted to see it hard.

Gently her fingers wrapped around it, scarcely touching it. But it responded with a quick, upward twitch. She tightened her grasp a bit and slowly stroked it twice. The hole was not large enough for her to see his balls, but her fingertips were able to reach all the way to the base of stiffening rod. She let her nails lightly drag across the bottom of his shaft, pulling her hand all the way up and to the tip. She continued to delicately play with it, examining it, noting its reponses to her every touch. It seemed odd to her that she was becoming more intimately familiar with this one - a stranger's - than she had with any of her previous lovers.

Soon it was rigid, straining at itself, almost as though it was trying to extend to reach her. A tiny liquid pearl appeared at the tip. Almost before she realized it her tongue darted out of her mouth and captured the drop. Her tongue then retraced the route her fingernails had taken earlier, licking all the way up his shaft. Somewhere, from deep in her logical, reasonable, cautious self came the word "no". But her arousal soon quelched her reason and with one smooth motion she engulfed the dick with her mouth. Long, smooth strokes. Sucking hard as she did. It seemed that her speed and intensity grew with that of the woman in the movie who was now begging her lover to "split my asshole with that fucking cock". Cock. That was the word.

"I am sucking cock", she thought to herself. Not a penis, not even a dick. It is a cock. I am sucking a strange cock. The word itself seemed to drive her. She could taste him creaming even more now. She wished she could touch him, pull his ass toward her, squeeze his balls; but since that was not possible she poured all of her lust into the actions of her mouth. She felt him twitch, then become still, then push forward as though he was trying to squeeze himself through the hole, then she felt it. It was too far back in her mouth to taste, but there was no question of what was happening. His warm sperm splashed onto the back of her throat, pulse after pulse, spurt after spurt. She wouldn't have thought of stopping. She sucked until his dick was flaccid.

She moved back into the seat and gathered herself. She was so turned on that she wanted to finger herself right there. But soon the voice of reason had returned. She knew that the guy in the next booth would leave and another would take his place. She knew that she was now extremely late. And, it suddenly occured to her - she had to get out of there before her neighbor had a chance to find out who had treated him so well. He was still in the booth. She was sure of that. Probably cleaning himself up and buckling his pants. She grabbed her purse with one hand and the lock on the door with other. She pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway just as he opened the door. He seemed to be in as big a rush as she was. They nearly collided.

"Oh," she was as startled as she was embarrased. So much for an anonymous encounter. She could only blurt out, "Excuse me Reverend Hanson". As she hurried to her car she wondered where she might find a new church.

Yesterday's post got me thinking about young girls playing at the gloryhole, which made me think about this story that I found some time ago. I didn't write it, but I know the 74 in Gastonia very well. It has pretty well been replaced by CVE for those couples who are into those sorts of things. Anyway, hope you enjoy the story.

"After hearing about some daytime activity at a bookstore near Charlotte, I decided to drop by during the day. Since I was out that way one morning I pulled in, planning on just spending a few minutes and then being on my way.

When I got out of my car, there was a couple parked next to me. He had his hand up her skirt and her legs were spread for him. I couldn't really see any thing, but it still made me hard. I went inside, used the john, and when I came out, they were coming in. He was mid 40s or so, she was early 20s (if she was that old). Short reddish brown hair, about 5'2, very tiny, wearing a short plaid skirt and a leather jacket. I browsed a little to see what they would do. The guy bought tokens and I was headed to get my own when he cut me off and motioned me toward a little room in the back corner where the clearance videos are. She kind of hung back. He asked me if I wanted to take her in the back.

At this point I figured she was a hooker, but he said they just wanted to do something kinky. I agreed and he motioned for her to come over. We chatted for a minute, and he handed me his tokens (nice guy!) We went back to booth four (Those of you familiar with the 74 know it is a bit bigger than the others). Just a second after we got in I could hear the door next to us close. She bent over to see who it was (I guess to make sure it was him) and then she turned around and kissed me. After a second, she turned around, facing the hole, with her back to me and told me to unzip her jacket. Obviously, she wanted to give her man a show.

er tits were small, but she had some amazing nipples. Probably an inch as I played with them. I ran my hand down her front and pulled up her skirt. No panties. She was absolutely soaked. When she turned to face me again and I got a look at that fine pussy hair, I sort of recalculated her age. In a matter of seconds my dick was in her hand, then in her mouth. We were close to the hole so her boyfriend (or whatever) could get a good look. About then his dick appeared and she took turns on us. Her next move was to reach into her pocket and hand me a rubber. She helped me put it on, then bent over, facing the hole, and told me to fuck her ass.

I know what you are thinking... I hardly believe it myself, but I swear to you it is true. I banged her ass while she sucked him. I am glad he came as fast as I did. When it was over she hardly said goodbye. A quick thanks, and she was out the door and headed to the parking lot. By the time I pulled myself together he was out of there and I just got a quick glimpse of them leaving the parking lot. NC plates... I will back more during the morning."

We went out to Dinner and were expecting to get a little crazy. My Wife was wearing nothing under her wrap around dress, which was low cut and very short. At dinner she was constantly flashing the young waiter we had, which made for great service.

The poor kid was sporting a hard-on that was very difficult for him to hide and a couple of times while at the table asking if we needed anything, Nancy would brush her hand across his crotch, accidentally, while reaching for something on the table. He always came to her side of the table to get a good look at her Tits. After dinner and the teasing of this poor kid, Nancy was really getting worked up. I suggested we go to one of the adult bookstores, in town, and she was very receptive.

Upon reaching the store I got plenty of tokens for one of the movie booths. Nancy picked one with Women and Animals. I never knew she had such thoughts. We went
inside and I started the movie, a woman stroking a large Golden Retriever came on, As she continued to stroke the dog his cock grew to about 8" and very thick which she then began to suck.

I was getting hard and Nancy already had removed her dress and was fingering herself. I took out my cock and let her start sucking me, when I saw a large black cock
come thru a hole in the booth. I told Nancy and she looked over at the cock. "Go ahead and stroke it," I said.

She replied, "I shouldn't."

I told her she definitely she should, why do you think e put it thru there. She slowly took hold of the 6" limp cock and started to slowly stroke it, as she did it grew to 9-inches. I was sitting there mesmerized as she did this, slowly stroking my own throbbing cock. I
told her to suck it.

"No!" she gasped.

I grabbed her head forcing it down to the hard cock and said "Now, suck his fucking cock."

She started by slowly tonguing it and I heard, "FUCK YEA!" come from the other side of the wall. She was now really going after it, she could barely get his thing in her mouth, but she was going for it she finally got it wet enough she get a good portion in her mouth. I had forgotten about the movie watching this action. I was in a trance watching my wife giving head to some black guy I didn't know.

I now decided to get into the action, pulled off my pants, got behind her and slid my hard throbbing cock into her from behind. As I fucked her I leaned over and said, "Suck that cock till he shoots his hot load down your throat."

She started to pull off his cock to say something, but I slammed into her again shoving her back down on his cock. After about 10 minutes I could hear him, "Fuck bitch, I'm cumming!!" I continued to fuck her hard and starting cumming shooting my load into her hot cunt.

Afterwards I pulled out, she removed her mouth just as the last squirt squirted hitting her in the face. She wiped it off and licked her fingers clean saying, "That was fucking good."

We heard, "Thank You," from the other side then the door open and close, as he left.

I asked if she was ready to go and she said, "Fuck no, I want to see some more of the movie. I want to see how they fuck dogs and horses, maybe I'll want to try that later."

Hell, who was I to argue.

She became addicted to Gloryholes after that. She told me it was the excitement of doing someone who she didn't know and vice a versa.

Since the day that we met in person, which was also the first time that he fucked me, I have been a slave to his big black cock. I have promised to fulfill any sexual desire that he has if he will not deprive me of his wonderful lovemaking. He has tested this devotion, by pushing his huge cock deep inside my ass until I thought I would split in two. And having me write his friends and offer myself to them for sex.

Then there was the Monday that he arrived at my door unannounced, after my white husband had just left for work. The kids played upstairs and he and I sat on the sofa, talking, when he reached over and grabbed my nipple, like I was his piece of property to touch as he pleased. And I am.

"I want my cock sucked," he told me, so we went into the bathroom and closed the door. Like a good white submissive, I went to my knees and started to suck his 10" beautiful black cock. Then he turned me around and fucked me in front of the bathroom mirror and then on the floor. I spread my legs wide to receive him, loving how he felt plunging inside me. "I'll do anything for your cock," I promised him again. "Just keep fucking me."

That Friday we were planning a lunch date and he decided to take me to an adult bookstore. The plan was for me to wear a summer dress, thong panties, stockings and garters and flash my ass around. I dressed as agreed upon. On the drive, I reached over and stroked him; I loved feeling his hard cock through his slacks. He told me he had invited a friend of his to meet us there but wasn't sure if he would show.

We walked into the bookstore together. There were only a few men around. I was shy about flashing, because I am a big girl. But he gives me the courage to do things that I might not otherwise do.

I bent down to look at things on the bottom shelf, my dress lifting and my ass clearly visible to anyone behind me. I caught the managers looking at me in the anti-theft mirror above my head. I smiled. We continued to the next aisle and I flashed again. Then I brushed up against an older, unattractive man who 'apologized' for bumping in to me.

Gene led me to the back where they had booths where you put in money to watch snippets of dirty videos. As we walked to one, the manager told me I couldn't take merchandise back there and kindly offered to hold my vibrator for me. I thanked him and we went into a booth.

Gene fed the machine and I was eagerly sucking his cock when I realized with shock that a man was looking at us through a plexiglass covered hole in the wall. The staring man moaned as I sucked on Gene's big black cock like a starving slut. "Hold on,"Gene said. He stepped into the hallway and I saw him guiding an older white man to the door. The man slipped inside and closed the door.

I had no idea who this man was; he wasn't very attractive to me but he wasn't repulsive either. But if my lover wanted me to service him, as I could only assume he did, then I would do as he wanted. The man started feeling my soft breasts, squeezing them. He put his arms around me and squeezed my ass, grinding his cock against me. Then he kissed me, shoving his tongue down my throat.

"I'm Tim," he whispered. I recognized the name; this was Gene's friend. I was a little relieved but at the same time it wasn't *quite* as exciting as when I thought my lover had given or sold me to a complete stranger.

Tim reached between my legs to caress my pussy but I had to stop him. Embarrassed I explained that it was my time of the month. He took it in stride and pushed me down onto the bench. He unfastened his jeans and took out a thin white cock that looked puny when compared to Gene's. He guided my face to his cock and I started to suck him, one hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it as I moved my head up and down.

He moaned in pleasure. Then I noticed that there was a man watching us through the plexiglass. Maybe the same man. The thought aroused me. I moved to my knees, the proper place for a cocksucking whore which is how I felt. All I could think about while I sucked Tim's cock was making Gene proud of me and earning his praise.

Tim pulled my breasts out of my dress and pulled on my nipples. My cunt was throbbing. "Look at me," he said and I turned my face up so he could see me. "Oh yeah," he moaned and I went back to sucking him, making noisy slurping sounds.

He tilted my head up again and took his cock out. "I'm going to come now, open your mouth." I looked up, opened my mouth and stuck out my pink tongue. He placed the head of his cock on my tongue and jerked of for a second and then squirted his cum into my mouth and on my lips.

"Now swallow it," he instructed and I did, feeling his thick cream slide down my throat. "Now suck me again," he said after he had finished. So I sucked him hard again and he seemed to be having a continuous orgasm. He was moaning and clenching his fingers and looking at my face.

Finally I stopped, straightened myself, and he left without a word. Gene came in and caressed me. As he held me close to him, a hand snaked out from the booth next to us and grabbed my foot. He was pulling my foot as though he were trying to drag me under the wall into the next booth. He took my shoe and I scolded him. "Hey, give me my shoe back!" I said. And a male hand pushed it gingerly back under the wall.

Gene and I were touching and he took out his cock, which was so hard and long, like a dark giant next to that little pink thing I'd been sucking on. "Mmm," I said as I went to work, loving the feel of his hardness in my mouth. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door and we straightened up and opened it. It was the manager. "You two have to leave," he said, to our astonishment. Gene shrugged and we walked toward the exit. But not before I purchased my item.

Smugly I went to the counter and said "I'd like my toy, please." Glaring at us both, he made the transaction. "Thank you," I said with a sweet smile. The man only grunted at me. And we left.

Gene's friend was nowhere to be seen. We found out later they had thrown him out too. I think they thought I was a prostitute and that Gene was my pimp, because I was white and he was black.

On the drive back, I let my breasts spill out so he could watch and touch them. I even flashed an old truck driver next to us who gave an appreciative wave.

We arrived at my car, kissed passionately, and Gene told me what a good white slut I was as he looked into my golden green eyes. He has promised to get some of his friends together for a no holes barred gangbang soon!

Crystal liked her job. She was paid well, enjoyed the people she worked with (most of the time) and couldn’t beat the fringe benefits. This was quite a bit to say for an erotic dancer. But it was all true. One of the benefits was the occasional audience member she’d meet. Sometimes they were fun-loving people, gentle, polite and appreciative of her work.

On one afternoon, Crystal arrived at work after a particularly great weekend. So her spirits were very high. She was wearing her favorite dance costume. She wore a loose white cotton blouse. Without a bra, her breasts rubbed softly against the fabric and enticed her nipples each time they touched. She wore a pleated skirt, medium length and soft cotton panties. This day, they were pale green. It was a simple outfit, but it was very comfortable and actually made her feel sexy during certain parts of her performance.

When she had settled into her chair, she looked around the lounge with a discerning eye. There were a number of men and a couple of women walking about the darkened lobby. They would briefly stop and look at the beautiful women sitting patiently along the perimeter. Crystal watched one of the older men speak briefly to the attendant. The man was in his fifties, clean looking, a sturdy build and he had short salt & pepper hair. The attendant nodded his head and turned toward Crystal.

"Crystal," the attendant spoke to her while walking toward her. "Would you accompany this gentleman to studio five please?" "Of course." She said, rising from the chair and moving in the direction of studio five.

The older man followed her into the small but comfortable room. A large mirror hung upon the wall across from the door. Two large cushioned chairs sat in the middle of the room and faced each other. "Please have a seat," Crystal said to the gentleman, open-palm pointing to the chair on the left.

"Thank you." The man said. Then he continued, "My name is Stephen."

Shaking his outstretched hand, Crystal sat across from him and answered "Well you already know my name." "I do..." Stephen responded but stopped short as Crystal swung her legs across the arm of the chair, giving him a momentary glimpse of panty. "Yes… I do." He paused for a moment and then said, "I must admit, I really find your clothes very attractive." "These plain things?" Crystal answered, actually surprised. Clients rarely commented on her elaborate costumes, and never on the "Librarian Look." "It is the innocence the simplicity suggests." Stephen continued. "You appear like one of those beautiful women you see in a store, or an office, that gives off a sensual appearance without brashness." Then he spoke softer. "But all the while you wonder what they look like under that innocent skirt." "I understand what you mean." Crystal said, leaning back and letting one leg slide off the arm of the chair. Her skirt rose slightly so that her smooth white upper thigh peeked out from under the fabric. "Do you wonder what’s under my skirt?" "I do. I must admit" Stephen repeated, his eyes fixed upon the hem line as she slid her index finger along its edge. Then his eyes moved back up to hers. "But I also wonder what did on this beautiful past weekend?" "I went to Atlantic City with a friend" Crystal spoke up, still caressing her hem line. "I had a marvelous time. In fact, we had a great time on the way there." Crystal slid her hand further beneath her skirt and let her fingers slide along the inside of her thigh. Stephenn watched her hand as it brought more of the skirt up, until it was bunched just below the crotch of her panties. "Should I tell you more?" Crystal whispered.

"Please do." Stephen leaned back in his chair, feeling himself begin to stir with arousal.

"Well, it was a friend I made here." Crystal softly explained. "His name is… Well, I guess that’s not really important is it… Let’s call him Stevie!"

Stephen smiled. "Yes. Let’s do." "Stevie and I were heading down the highway and I mentioned that there were a lot of trucks that afternoon."

Crystal told her story...

*** "I bet they can see into every car they pass" Crystal said to Stevie as they drove east on the Black Horse Pike.

"They probably get to see a lot of flashers." Stevie answered.

"Think I should flash them?" Crystal asked.

"I bet you won’t." Stephen said to Crystal.

"What do you bet?" Crystal asked him, reaching over and rubbing her palm over the groin of his shorts covered pants. She tightened her grip when she felt his cock swell from the feeling.

"I bet... you get to have as many cocks as you want while we’re in AC." "Well that’s a pretty safe bet." She said, now rubbing her hand up and down the length of his stiffening shaft. "Nope. I want something else." "Alright. Uhhhh, Look, there is an adult book store up ahead. Tell you what. If you flash a trucker a pussy flash, then you get to buy the best dildo in the store." Stevie offered.

"Now that’s better." Crystal said. Reaching beneath her short skirt, Crystal pulled off the thong that had been snuggled within her pussy lips. She brought it up and held it under Stevie’s nose. Stevie inhaled sharply, salivating at the musky tartness that suggested just a hint of perfume and a hint of Crystal’s excitement.

Stephen accelerated the sedan, until he was almost window to window to the semi in the right hand lane. Crystal swung about in her seat until her legs were facing the passenger window. As they approached the driver, she pulled her skirt up, spread her legs and lifted her hips upwards, moving her clean shaved sex towards the window.

Stevie heard the blaring of the semi’s horn as the driver celebrated his good fortune.

A full 10 seconds later, Crystal swung back in her seat and reached over, squeezing Stevie’s cock again.

"Alright big spender. Let’s hit that store!"

Stevie turned the car around and pulled into the lot of the Adult Book Store. A large blinking sign read "Gemini Book Store." They entered and stopped for a moment to see where everything was. In front of them were rows of books and DVDs, to their left the sales counter and to their right, racks of sex toys. Directly ahead, at the far end of the store was an archway that led to private video booths.

Walking out of the booth area was a man and a woman. Crystal made brief eye contact with the woman and spotted what she thought was just a drop of cum on the corner of the woman’s lip. Almost as quickly as she saw it, the woman’s tongue flicked out and lapped it up. Then she smiled at Crystal. "Glory Holes." He woman said as she slid past her and Stevie.

"Ohhh… Let’s go look." Crystal said, taking Stevie’s hand and pulling him toward the shadows of the back room.

They entered the darkness and saw rows of doors on each side of the corridor. The muffled sound of many different voices and subtle music filled the hallway. Crystal watched as man exited one of the doors. The door remained open as he left. Still holding his hand, Crystal pulled Stevie down the corridor and into the room.

It was not a large room, maybe five feet by eight feet. On one wall it had a video screen and a slot for quarters. It was a great deal darker than the corridor while the movie screen remained off. Stevie closed the door behind them and locked it. They were close to each other, but there was still room to maneuver.

Crystal reached into her pocket and pulled out two quarters. She dropped them both into the slot and the screen flickered to life. On the screen, a woman was being fucked by two men at once. The close-up showed each cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out the glistening skin of each opening with each counter- thrust. The woman’s squeals of pleasure filled the little booth.

Crystal turned to Stevie and kissed him, hard on the mouth, sliding her tongue over his and grinding her body up against his. She was incredibly turned on by the whole affair. She broke for a moment when she heard the door of the next booth open and then close. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a round hole, about six inches in diameter, waist high on the wall. Suddenly an identical sound came from the left. Looking to the other wall, she noticed the same thing. She could barely see little flickers of light from the movies in the next booths. Reaching forward, crystal grabbed Stevie’s belt buckle and unfastened it. Then she unzippered his shorts, all the while keeping her eyes fixed to the hole on her right.

When all the buckles and zippers were loosed, she pulled his shorts and underwear down with one tug. Stevie’s cock bounced free, pointing straight towards her. Crystal dropped to her knees in front of Stevie and began sliding her hand up and down his cock. Looking over, she leaned in toward the wall and peeked into the next booth. Through the hole, she saw a man’s hand sliding up and down his own cock.

Without thinking, Crystal slid her hand, and then arm, through the hole and began feeling around for the cock. Almost immediately, she felt it being moved to within her grasp and she took hold of the thick hard flesh. Her fingers held tightly, grinding the muscle and skin up and down the shaft, making the owner moan with delight.

She looked back up at Stephen who had his eyes closed, head back, enjoying the hand job of his dreams. Crystal looked over at the hole in the left wall and saw and eye peeking back. Crystal smiled and winked at the eye. Letting go of Stevie’s cock with her left hand, Crystal slid her lips over the head of his shaft and began twirling her tongue over the soft spongy head. Then she brought her left hand the open hole and reached in. Immediately, she felt another cock available for her pleasure.

Gently pulling the two cocks through each respective hole, Crystal licked and sucked the rock hard shaft in her mouth and teased the cocks of the men on either side. The groaning of each man blended well with the cries of pleasure from the woman on the screen.

Suddenly, the cock on her right began to pull back, moving itself from her grasp. She reluctantly let go. It was immediately replaced by the man’s hand and then arm. It groped about for a moment and then found her blouse. Tugging on the fabric, he pulled it from within the waist band of her skirt. His hand slid up beneath the fabric and sought out Crystal’s breast. He found the soft flesh and caressed her tender nipple. Crystal sighed onto Stevie’s cock.

After a moment of having her nipples played with, Crystal wanted more. Releasing everyone, Crystal removed her blouse and skirt, hanging them on the pegs above the door. She stood naked in the dim light of the movie. Or a moment, all three men looked at her, enjoying the sight of her glistening pale flesh. She finally moved Stevie so that he was up against the left wall. From that position, she could still suck Stevie’s cock and play with the cock sticking out of the left wall. Bending over slightly, Crystal spread her legs and backed her pantiless bottom to the hand reaching in from the right. The man felt the new skin and slid his hands directly up between her legs. His fingers played delicately with the tender folds of her outer pussy. Crystal ground herself against the fingers, beckoning them to fill her wet opening. Finally they did, three at once, slurping past the pink opening and sliding into the red recesses. The arm stayed fixed as Crystal began to fuck herself against this unknown man’s fingers.

She knew she was going to cum soon. But she wanted to taste Stevie’s cum and jerk off the other stranger’s cock first. Doubling her efforts, she sucked hard on Stevie’s cock, tickling his balls and sliding a finger around his asshole. She let some of the dripping saliva slip onto her fingers and gently pressed against his anus. Stevie groaned again as her little finger made its way into his asshole. Not going too far, she teased the opening, just as the fingers behind her had done at first. Crystal began to stroke the cock sticking out of the wall with quick short jerks. She felt the shaft start to throb as the cum splashed jet after jet of white sticky cum into the room, onto her arm and across the floor.

The fingers behind her were buried deep within her pussy and were seeking out the trigger point at the inner top of her pussy. Suddenly it made contact and Crystal started to scream out her orgasm with Stevie’s cock head at her lips. This was all it took and Stevie began to jerk forward, driving his cock deep within her mouth and raining cum down her throat.

*** Crystal looked deep into Stephen’s eyes as he leaned back in his chair gently stroked his long thick cock sticking out of his pants. "Well," Crystal continued. "It looks like my story has had quite an effect on you."

Stephen looked down at Crystal’s panty crotch. It was dark with the liquid proof of her own arousal. Her fingers glistened as they slid lightly over the soft fabric, keeping her excitement up.

"I think we should talk again." Stephen groaned as the cum began to spurt of his cock, into the air and onto the floor.