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Authors name: Unknown
Story title : Sexshop
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One of the most stimulating sexual turn-ons for my
boyfriend and me used to tell each other about our sex
scenes with other people. Jim is never more aroused
than when I relate in graphic detail my sex with
another man. I, in turn, get off listening to him
describe how he fucks other women.
Jim is a confirmed voyeur and a frequent visitor to
the adult bookstores and sex shops in our city. I
used to love to hear him talk about his nocturnal
visits to these sex stores, about the small, dark
movie booths, the grainy flash of porno on miniature
screens, the men lurking in the dim corridors, and the
"glory holes".
The glory holes fired my imagination. I would quiz
Jim endlessly about those holes cut in the sidewalls
of the movie booths. He would tell me stories of
watching men masturbate, of watching men fuck each
other, of getting an occasional blowjob himself. (Jim
and I are bisexual and go gay now and again for the
spice it adds to our sex.)
The more Jim talked about the sex shops, the more I
fantasized about them, about the anonymity and instant
gratification of the glory hole sex - a faceless
encounter, a pure lustful sexual experience devoid of
emotions and the burdens of social niceties.
There was the appeal of getting what I wanted without
having to involve my psychological or emotional self
or that of the other person. If my boyfriend could
do it, why not I?
I learned from Jim that women did visit the shops,
but infrequently. I figured the management would
throw me out. My idea was to simply browse around,
look the place over, watch a movie or two. I had no
doubt the visit would be a real turn-on even without
getting laid.
I drove past several of the shops and found a small
operation without a constant flow of traffic. I was
nervous as I entered the cool, dim confines of the sex
shop and I knew immediately from the clerk's reception
that I was not his typical customer. He tried to keep
his cool, but obviously he was startled to see me
there.
"We don't get many women in here..." the clerk
stammered. "Take your time. Enjoy yourself... If
there is anything I can do for you, ANYTHING, please
let me know."
I was dressed in my favorite tight skirt and a tank
top sans bra. The clerk appraised me from top to
bottom, his words dripping sweat. I was pleased to
see that I had aroused him so. Jim had told me how he
always exchanged dollars for quarters at the counter
because the movie machines were operated with quarters,
so I got several dollars' worth and began to browse the
store.
The shop was divided into separate sections; an open
front area with shelf after shelf of books and mag-
azines, and a rear area entered through a door that
housed the movie booths.
The books and magazines covered every imaginable
variation of sex. In front of the check-out counter
were displays of sexual aids; dildos of every size and
description, synthetic pussies, rubbers and French
ticklers, creams and ointments. And dozens of video-
cassettes. Just a sweeping glance of the erotica made
me feel I had stumbled into a huge orgy. I found my-
self wanting to reach out and squeeze a particularly
large cock on a magazine cover or to finger a pouting
pussy that was aimed at me with lips spread.
Several men were browsing among the shelves and all
of them covertly watched my progress along the aisles,
each undoubtedly wondering what my sexual interest was,
what one thing really blew my mind, made me slip over
that thin line into an uncontrolled state of sexual
ecstasy that can only demand: "Harder, harder, more,
more!"
I enjoyed being the center of attention. I glanced at
each of the men. All were fairly nice looking, very
average, very middle class, out to fulfill their
fantasies with celluloid sex or perhaps looking for
that same anonymous sex I had dreamed about for so
long.
By the time I had walked to the rear of the store
where the "peep shows" where shown, my pussy was moist
and my nipples were tingling. There was a small
marquee giving the title and one still photograph from
each movie. I made a selection and moved into the dark
corridor flanked by doors on either side.
The "peeps" were in small cubicles about six foot
square. A coin- fed projector was built in to the wall
with a backlit screen. Most booths had a simple wall
bench in front of the screen so the customer could sit
while watching movies.
The movies were timed so that it required four or five
quarters to see the entire reel. The walls were super
thin with only a plywood panel between me and the
persons in the cubicles on either side of me. The
sounds of the movies spilled over, as did the movements
and moans of my neighbors.
I selected a movie featuring two girls with a guy who
had a cock that looked a foot long. I closed the door
behind me and ran the slide bolt through the hasp to
insure my privacy. The little room smelled strongly
of male sperm. I could feel the sole of my shoe
sticking to the floor as I moved around. It was pitch
dark and I had to feel my way to the money slot. I
dropped two quarters in and settled onto the little
bench to watch the action.
The movie opened in the middle of a scene showing
one of the women licking the other's pussy while the
woman being licked sucked on the man's cock. She was
taking it way down her throat and would pull him
completely out of her mouth and go down on him again,
making deep, thrusting moves with her mouth. The man's
cock was all wet and glistening.
She looked, I thought, exactly like I do when I suck
Jim off. There was lots of moaning, groaning and
slurping. The woman eating her pussy started to run
her fingers in to her wet hole and then up in to her
anus.
The little screen projected a very muted light into
the cubicle, kind of hazy, smoky dimness that softened
the lines of my body. I caught myself running my hands
over the wet crotch of my panties, my skirt bunched up
around my thighs. I was hot as a firecracker!
I became so absorbed in rubbing my pussy, I lost
track of the movie and my quarters ran out. The movie
stopped, my cubicle went dark, and through the darkness
I could see a small ray of light coming through the
wall that separated my booth from my neighbor's.
With my own cubicle dark, the glow of movies from my
neighboring booths could be seen flickering through the
round holes cut into the panel walls. I put my eye to
one of the holes and saw my neighbor holding a firm
erection in the grip of his fist. He was watching
someone take it up the ass on the screen. As he
watched, with his trousers pushed down around his
thighs, he pumped away on his own tool.
I watched him until his quarters ran out. I just
stared at him as he pumped his meat and rubbed his hand
over the purple head of his cock and massaged his
balls. My own hand was active now, my fingers sliding
in and out of my dripping pussy. I pinched and pulled
on my aching nipples too. I was sweaty all over and hot
inside and out.
When my neighbor's movie ended, I whispered through
the glory hole, "Hey, psssst," and dropped some more
quarters into my own projector. With the light on in
my own booth, he could clearly see everything I did.
And did I give him a show! I leaned back on my bench,
hiked up my skirt, slid off my panties and spread my
legs. He was looking straight into my crotch. I could
see his eyes blink in the reflected light.
I started to give myself a workout with my fingers,
reaming my pussy with a desperate need. I slid off my
tank top and twisted and twirled my nipples. I ran my
panties over my face and sucked on the soaking wet
crotch. Then I teased my clit with my middle finger
until I had fire shooting up the insides of my thighs.
I all but forgot my voyeur as I gave myself over to the
pleasure and heat within me.
My movie ended and I was snatched from a thundering
orgasm. I looked at the glory hole and saw about
seven inches of cock protruding from it, looking as if
it were growing from the wall. I bent to it instantly,
took it in my mouth and began sucking hungrily.
Suddenly he shot his hot come into my mouth. I grabbed
his cock and jerked him furiously, tasting a good
mouthful of his semen. He slowly pulled out of the
hole, a sigh escaping his throat.
As I turned to sit on the bench and catch my breath,
I saw another stiff cock protruding from the opposite
wall. Without thinking, I immediately swung my ass
around and backed up to the waiting cock. I bent for-
ward at the waist and pushed myself onto the hardness,
my sopping pussy swallowing it instantly.
I rode the throbbing stick without mercy, slapping
my buttocks against the wall as I pumped my ass back
and forth. The nerve endings in my pussy felt
electrically charged. I wanted that cock pushed up
through me and out my throat. I was still pumping
frantically when he shot into me. I continued to pump
even after he pulled out. I was so fired up that I did
not realize the cock was missing; I was massaging my
clit furiously with one hand. Then slowly with disap-
pointment I sank down on my bench.
As I was recovering from the fucking I had just
received, I heard a whisper coming from the other glory
hole. "Open the door," a voice pleaded. I was in a
bit of a daze from the sex and the closeness of the
room and the warmth and smell of sex. I fumbled with
the latch, slide it open, backed away against the
sidewall and felt a stab at my buttocks. Another erect
cock had found its way into the hole through which I
had just been fucked. I reached behind me and
obediently guided it into my come-soaked pussy, bending
again at the waist to flatten my ass against the hole.
As the hard thing slid into me, a young man entered
the cubicle, pushed the door shut , shoved his pants
down to the floor and offered his nice looking cock to
my open mouth. I took him in greedily. With one cock
in my mouth and another in my pussy, it did indeed feel
as if I had a giant erection running through my body,
entering my cunt and exiting through my mouth.
I went into a smooth, steady rhythm. As I went down
on the cock in front of me with my mouth, I pulled
slightly away from the cock pushing into my pussy;
then I would push back on the cock behind me and pull
slightly away from the cock in front. Thus they were
pumping in and out of me, in perfect rhythm, the three
of us connected in a smooth sexual flow. I could not
believe what was happening to me. It was so weird, so
bizarre, yet so fantastic that I could not even think
of stopping it. All of my fantasies were coming to-
gether in one afternoon.
I thought I heard moaning sounds from one of the
nearby movies wafting through the booths, but I
realized the sounds were coming from me. I increased
my rhythm, surprised by how well my two lovers stayed
with my movements. I pulled at the buttocks of the
man in front of my me, jerking him toward my face,
deep-throating him even as I pushed back on the cock
behind me, flexing the muscles of my vagina around the
engorged rod.
The two men exploded together, hot come flowing into
my pussy and gushing into my throat. My own orgasm
came a moment later and I went into a frenzy of spasms
and squeals and shrieks. The entire store must have
been listening to us but I didn't give a damn at the
moment. I felt so thoroughly fucked that I didn't
care if the entire world was listening and watching.
I just wanted more and more. I want sex like I never
had it before, like I never knew I could want it.
Just as I sat down on the bench to catch my breath,
two more men came through the door. With my body and
mind consumed with the sights and sounds and smells of
that little movie booth, I watched with glazed eyes
as my two new partners took their positions. One knelt
between my spread legs and buried his face in my sloppy
pussy. I couldn't believe that he would want to eat
me with all that semen seeping from my hole and
trickling down my thighs. But he did not hesitate.
He went straight for my clit, tweaking it with his
tongue; then he went deep inside me. With a weak
moan I pushed my mound into his face as he started
slurping up the come inside me.
The other man offered his huge prick to my mouth.
He had loosened his belt and his jeans had fallen to
his knees, and he was playing with his balls with both
hands. I reached down to my pussy , interrupting the
other man's meal, and scooped up some of the juices
that were pouring out of me. Then I rubbed the warm,
creamy goo over the erection of the guy standing in
front of me. My hand slid up and down over his big
shaft, getting nicely lubricated. Then I took it in
my mouth, tasting my own sex, and fellated him slowly.
Reaching down to my pussy again, I took another handful
of love juice and worked it into the ass of my standing
lover, sliding my hand up and down between his cheeks
and slipping a finger into his anus. I could feel his
cock flex in my mouth every time my fingered eased into
his asshole.
I could hear movement and deep breathing from the
cubicle on either side of mine and realized that we
were being watched through the glory holes. I didn't
care. I was in the throes of orgasm, wave after wave
of pleasure washing over me as the man between my legs
sucked away at my pussy and I tongued the head of the
cock in my mouth.
I felt the cock in my mouth go rigid, the balls pull
tight, and the man's ass grip my finger. I knew he
was ready to shoot his load. I quickly pulled him out
of my mouth and jerked him off all over my breast. The
man between my legs immediately brought his head up out
of my crotch and began licking come off my bosom.
He was eager for it, his tongue hot and furious over
my chest. Then I felt him guiding his cock into my
pussy as he sucked away on my nipples. On his knees,
his cock level with my pussy. I lifted the heels of
my feet to the bench, spread my legs wide and let him
bang away. And bang away he did.
I gave a huge shudder and came violently, matching
my partner thrust to thrust. He unloaded inside me,
whispered a "thank-you" into my ear, and retreated
from the booth. I sat limp and exhausted for the
longest time, but no one else came in. It felt like
I had serviced the entire store.
I slowly pulled myself together and staggered out of
the booth. The light was harsh in the magazine
section as I passed through it. A couple of browsers
were studying the racks, trying hard not to look at me.
I made my exit and went home for a refreshing shower
after my adventure.
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