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I Dare You - 3
by Digger (digger@excite.com)
***
I stop by the gloryholes and find Marc there. Later,
Kay indoctrinates Cynthia into gloryhole fun. (MF, bi,
exh, voy, reluc, oral, ghole)
***
Several months had past. Work started picking up for
Kay and me. We rarely saw each other, much less had
sex. I was looking forward to the coming weekend
together, when, on Wednesday, Kay called and reminded
me that she was going to help at her annual crafts fair
in Mannsville (about 70 miles away).
She planned to go out to Cynthia's for the weekend,
seeing as Cynthia lived 30 miles closer to Mannsville
and she was also going to help at the fair. On top of
that, Kay wanted to keep her friend company seeing as
Marc was going out of town for 2.5 weeks. I was
disappointed at hearing this news, but I could not
change Kay's plans.
The following day, I had to go to an early morning
meeting in Lannis (about 40 miles away). After putting
3 straight 14-hour days, the chore of waking up at 5am
to go to a stupid meeting was done grudgingly.
Thankfully, it was over around noon. I got a burger and
hit the road. I was feeling rather stressed about work,
and down about not seeing Kay.
My mind was in a fog as I drove home, but that changed
when I saw the billboard for the "Book Shack – Adult
Books, Movies and More! 25 Cent Booths." I had almost
forgotten that the highway took me right by the place
Kay and I had sucked some dicks. A few weeks ago I had
been by there to buy a fancy vibrator for Kay. During
that visit, I met the owner, Kevin. He's a nice guy and
we chatted a long time.
I pulled off the highway and into the Book Shack's
parking lot. Upon entering the store, I saw Kevin and
asked him how things were going. "Couldn't be better,"
he said. "Those fancy vibrators are selling great. I
turned over my entire stock 4 times in 2 weeks. 110
vibrators in the last 10 days! Good thing the owner of
the vibrator company is an old friend of mine. He told
me that I am his number one client and he fills my
orders before all others."
"Wow, Kev," I said, "that's fantastic! Why are you
selling so many?"
"There was some show on TV about them, now everyone
wants one. I've had a lot of ladies, most married, come
in."
I said with a wink, "All the women were beautiful
models, right?"
"A couple were pretty sweet, but most were middle-aged
and rather ordinary."
"So, did any go check out the booths?"
"I encouraged them," Kevin said slyly. "I offered them
free tokens. A couple dozen took me up on it. One night
4 sorority girls came over from the local religious
college. They all bought vibrators and all went to the
booths. They stayed back there about 45 minutes. Hell,
I even ran back there and got my knob polished."
I was getting a hard-on listening to him. I asked, "But
how many of the women ran out the booths and store in
disgust?"
"A couple," he answered. "About half left after the
tokens ran out. About 10 stayed longer. Most of those
said that they would be back. I told them that if they
brought a friend, I'd give them 25% off their next
vibrator. Six have come back to take me up on the
offer. Can you believe that?" My dick was pulsing, it
was so hard.
Kevin continued, "Three of my return customers have
been back to the booths more than twice a week. One gal
even brought her husband; they were in back for over an
hour. Business is so good in the booths, that I am
going have them repainted next week."
"That's great! Any of your new customers here today?" I
asked with a grin.
"No. But there is some lunch-time regular, Thomas, who
is having an extended buffet, if ya know what I mean.
He said he'll be out of town for a while and wanted to
fill up before his trip."
"Sounds good to me." I got $5 worth of tokens, and
proceeded toward the booths. In the corridor I saw 3
guys lined up in from of booth #3. I looked at one,
nodded toward the door and asked, "Thomas?" He nodded
back. I wasn't going to hang out in the hall for 10
minutes for a shot at Thomas, so I went into a booth at
the end, and watched a couple of videos.
After clicking through the channels, I settled on a
movie featuring 3 lesbians and their dildos. After a
little bit, I went back out into the hall to check on
the line. There was only one guy left. He was squeezing
his cock through his pants. Booth #2's door opened, and
a satisfied-looking man walked out. The guy in line
walked into #2. By examining the situation, I could
tell that Thomas was in booth #3 and that he was
getting it from both sides.
Booth #4 opened; its occupant left and I walked in.
After putting tokens in the machine, I pulled out my
cock and looked through the gloryhole. I was very
surprised to see that "Thomas" was Marc, Cynthia's
husband. I was turned-on more than ever. The movie
playing in his booth was one about blowjobs, but Marc
wasn't watching it. Instead, he was bobbing up and down
on his neighbor's cock. Remembering my previous
experience at the booths with Marc, I decided to have
some fun with him.
Through the hole I said in a disguised voice, "Let me
see you do it, cocksucker!" He responded by tilting his
body and head off to one side so I could see him
sucking. Marc pulled the cock (which was about 5 inches
long) out of his mouth, looked at me and smiled. He ran
his tongue up and down the shaft. "Make him cum all
over your face," I said sternly. Marc picked up his
tempo and soon the cock sprayed cum on his cheeks and
in his open mouth. He licked the dick clean, then used
his fingers to scoop the cum off his face and into his
mouth.
"Now me, cocksucker!" I barked at him. I stood up and
put my 7.5 inches and balls through the gloryhole.
Immediately Marc had his mouth on my cock. He was
sucking like he needed my cum or he was going to die. I
said loudly, "You like it, don't you?" He didn't
answer; he just kept slurping. I repeated the question.
Still no answer, so I withdrew from the hole.
Finally he said, "Yes, I love it!"
I toyed with him, "Do you want to suck it?"
"Please let me suck your cock."
"Tell me why, slut."
"Because I want your cum." He paused then said, "Please
give me your cum." I put my dick back through the
gloryhole. He sucked like crazy. I could hold back no
more; I came. It felt like I dumped a gallon down his
throat.
Pulling back, I said, "You are a good little slut." I
sat down and relaxed. I looked back at Marc; he was
waiting for another cock from the other booth, but none
appeared. He gathered himself together, stood up and
unlocked the door. I wanted to have more fun with him,
so I made sure I walked out of my booth at the same
time he walked out of his. We almost ran into each
other. "Marc, funny seeing you here."
He turned 3 shades of red. He knew it had been me whom
he just sucked off. In fact, I could see some cum on
his face. "I … I," he stammered.
"Having a good lunch break? Getting some stress relief,
eh?"
Shyly, with his head lowered, he said, "Ahh … ummm …
just checking out a few films."
"Kay tells me that you are going out of town for a
couple of weeks."
He was coming out of his fog, "Yeah. I'm off to
Pittsburgh for 17 days."
"That'll be stressful. I hope the misses is giving you
a little relief before you go." Looking right at him, I
said, "Like you just gave me."
After a moment, still with his head down, he sheepishly
said, "She doesn't give me that kind of relief."
"Well, did you get some here today?"
"No," he admitted. "I was helping other people."
"Helping can be fun," I said. His head picked up and
eyes opened. "Maybe you should try a different booth
for some relief."
"I will," and he walked past me into booth #7. I
quickly moved into booth #8. We both got our machines
going. Marc pulled out his cock and started stroking
it. I leaned toward the gloryhole and stuck my face
against the wall. I darted my tongue back and forth
through the hole.
Marc wasted no time; his 5 inch cock slipped past my
lips. I held my mouth against the wall and he fucked
it. Be angling the right way I could take him all in.
After just a few minutes, I felt his cum splash on to
my tongue. It was a lot. I swallowed as much as I
could, but some leaked out of the corners of my mouth.
After Marc pulled out, I said, "Yummy."
He said, "Thanks."
I made sure we left the booths at the same time.
"Did you get some relief?" I asked.
"Yeah. Thanks for the advice about trying a different
booth."
"Don't mention it. Ya know, while you're in Pittsburgh,
you shouldn't let your stress build up too high. It
sucks being away from home. You might want to check out
cruisingforsex.com for places like this."
He thanked me again. I wished him luck on his trip and
we parted. I walked out to the front to talk to Kevin.
"That guy come in a lot?"
"A couple of times a week."
"Doesn't surprise me. I know the guy and his wife is a
prude. Maybe he should buy her one of those fancy
vibrators." We chuckled. We talked a little more about
the improvements he was going to make—painting the
booths and changing the screens, adding tissue boxes
and wastebaskets. I suggested that he should advertise
the vibrator in the local paper—especially in the food
and fashion sections (the ones the women read). He
thanked me for the idea and soon after I left.
Later on, I called Kay and told her the story. She was
so turned-on that she grabbed he new vibrator and used
it as we spoke. I could hear it churning (it is the
kind that vibrates, churns little plastic beads, and
has a rabbit to simulate the clit. Her new toy did the
trick, and she came quickly. Kay's breathing slowed and
we talked about her weekend to come. After hanging up,
I jerked off to some internet porn.
Friday through Sunday was on big pain for me; nothing
but work, work, work. By the time I got home Sunday, I
was exhausted and not looking forward to Monday. Kay's
weekend was much better. She told me the story that
evening.
[In Kay's Voice]
I couldn't get my Thursday night's conversation with
C.J. out of my head. I thought about it all day at work
on Friday. By the time I got to Cynthia's, I was all
wound up. Immediately, she offered some wine and I
accepted. This was bad because I get horny when I get
drunk. We talked about this and that through dinner and
after. After 2 bottles of wine, around 9:30, she asked
if I wanted to go into the hot tub. Naturally I said
yes, but I also remembered that I forgot to bring my
bathing suit. "That's okay," Cynthia explained with a
slur, "we'll go au natural. It's just us girls."
"Aren't you afraid that your neighbors will see us?"
"Only Franklin, our one neighbor, can see to the tub."
She stared at me with a haze in her eyes, "Let him
look! What a show he'll have tonight!" She laughed.
We climbed into the tub naked. The conversation turned
to Marc's trip and C.J.'s work. I told her that it had
been over 2 weeks since C.J. and had done it and that I
was feeling very frisky. Cynthia looked embarrassed, so
I changed the subject. We soaked for about 45 minutes.
I was feeling very tired, but when I exited the tub, a
blast of wind woke me up. Suddenly, I was goose-
pipplely. I was also still very horny. Naked, we walked
through the house and to our respective rooms. I went
into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I could not
help staring at my breasts in the mirror. My nipples
were still hard, and my thoughts were turning to CJ and
his cock. After brushing, I lingered in front of the
mirror. My hands reached up to my breasts and I began
to knead them. I rolled my nipples in my fingers; this
sent small shock waves directly to my clit.
I closed my eyes and started to imagine it was CJ's
hands caressing me. I took a deep breath. It was at
this moment that I heard Cynthia; she was standing
naked in the hallway staring at me. I quickly dropped
my hands to my side and felt a bit embarrassed. I gave
her a half smile and said, "Just a little frisky
tonight." She looked at me with a blank face. "I was
thinking of CJ," I explained, "I didn't mean to
embarrass you."
She said, "No, no. My fault." I could feel her eyes
lock on to my tits, which was funny, because I was
staring at hers too.
Cynthia shuffled off to her bedroom. I collected my
things and headed to mine. My thoughts could not leave
CJ's body and particularly his cock. I badly needed to
get fucked. I wanted him inside of me. I was on fire.
Fortunately, I brought my little helper with my: my
mini-vibrator. I keep it in my purse for just such
emergencies. It did the trick; within minutes, I was
having an explosive orgasm. I tried to be quiet, but I
let out a few loud whimpers and moans. After the stars
faded from my eyes, I noticed that Cynthia had been
standing outside of my closed door—her feet cast
shadows through the crack at the bottom. After I calmed
down, I heard her scamper off to her room.
Saturday morning came too early. We poured ourselves
into the car, coffee in hand, and drove to the crafts
show. Ten hours at booth can be boring. By the end of
the day, I was happy to leave.
On the way home, Cynthia said to me from the passenger
seat, "Sorry about walking in on you last night. I
wasn't trying to peep."
"It's okay," I explained, "you'd already seen me naked,
so it was not biggie. I hope I didn't embarrass you; I
got to thinking about CJ, and, well, my hormones took
over."
Cynthia blushed a little, but said, "I'm sorry I
interrupted your fun."
"Don't worry about it. I used my little friend to help
me out."
"Little friend," she asked.
"Yeah. My mini-vibrator." While keeping my eyes on the
road, I pulled out my purse and started to rummage in
it. Upon finding the vibrator, I pulled it out and held
it up where she could see it. Her eyes seemed to lock
on to it.
"It looks like an egg with a string."
"It's my friend!" I laughed. "He has never failed me."
I turned it on and dropped it in her lap. She jumped,
but quickly picked it up and felt it vibrating in her
hand.
"I thought all vibrators were in the shapes of dicks,"
she said.
"They come in all sizes, and shapes," I explained.
"Don't you have one?" I turned toward her and saw that
her face was bright red.
"No, why would I? Marc takes care of me."
"Yes, but do you take care of yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, when you masturbate, what do you do?"
I could hear her breath quicken as she announced, "I
don't do such things."
"Liar! You're a big liar!"
"It's true! I swear! Only sluts masturbate."
"Liar!"
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because, Cynthia, I saw you doing it?"
"W-w-w-what?"
"That night we rented pornos. I saw you masturbating to
the movie." She was caught and she knew it. I was
worried that she was going to cry.
"You can't tell Marc," she said weakly. "He'll think
I'm a freak. He'll think he can't satisfy me. It'll
hurt him." She was sniffling a little.
"Cyn… it's okay. We all do it. I won't tell Marc, I
swear." She was drying her eyes. "Now tell the truth,
how often do you do it."
"You won't tell anyone?" she asked.
"I swear."
"About every other day." I was stunned; Miss Prissy-
pants masturbates every other day. "Is that a lot?" she
asked innocently.
"No," I lied. "Do you think it is a lot?"
"I guess not. I have never asked anyone about it. How
often do you do it?"
"I was doing about twice a week until C.J. got me this
new vibrator; now I do it every night."
"With that little thing?"
"No. It is a big one that twists and winds. You should
get one." There was a long pause.
"Where would I get such a thing? Sears won't carry it."
"I know a place. Let's go get you one now! Think of it
as a special treat for yourself while Marc is away."
Another long pause. "Okay."
I steered the car along the interstate and eventually
exited when I saw the signs for the Book Shack. I
pulled into the parking lot and turned off the motor.
"We can't go in there," Cynthia protested.
"Why not?"
"Someone might see us."
"Like who?"
"I don't know…my minister."
"Well then we'll see him too, won't we? Believe me, we
have nothing to worry about. I have been to this place
before and it is safe and friendly."
Cynthia hesitated, but I got out of the car. "Come on,"
I shouted. Tentatively, she got out of the car, looking
around making sure no one could see her. We walked
quickly to the door and entered. The bell alerted the
other 4 customers and the guy behind the desk to our
presence. Cynthia stopped in the doorway; she seemed
scared, but also fascinated. I walked toward the
vibrators and dildos, with Cynthia close at my side.
The items took up most of one wall.
She seemed overwhelmed. "I never thought there could be
so many. So many different sizes and shapes." I pulled
the duplicate of mine and showed it to her. She seemed
interested. Cynthia stared lovingly at it. While she
did that, I looked around the store.
The other customers were checking us out. Recalling my
previous visit, I started to feel hot. Flipping through
a rack of videos made me even hotter. I really wanted
to back to go the booths and suck a few cocks, but
Cynthia would never go. After 5 minutes of browsing the
DVDs, she approached me, vibrator in hand, and
whispered, "I'm going to get this one." She paused,
"Kay, let's be real nasty, and rent a video."
I was stunned but happy. "Okay," I whispered back, "but
which one?"
"You pick it out."
"There are so many. I don't know which one would be
good. We don't want to get a bad one."
"Oh, just hurry," she said.
"I know, I'll ask the guy at the desk." Cynthia gasped
when I said this, but did not stop me as approached
him. We recognized each other from my previous visit.
"We want to rent a video. A good one with cute guys.
Can you recommend any?"
"There are so many," he replied. "But you could check
out the movies in the booths and rent one of those."
"Oh and how do we do that?" I winked at him.
"Get about $10 each worth of tokens, go back to a booth
and feed them in the slots. The booths have 25
different movies. You can change the channels and find
one that you like. In fact, I'll give you 2 for 1 on
the tokens so you can peruse as many movies as you
like."
"Okay, let's do that." I turned to Cynthia and said,
"Let's go preview what we want. I bet we'll find
something we like."
I turned back to the cashier and exchanged my money for
tokens. He whispered to me, "Back for more, eh? Try
booth #3." He gave me the coins, and I handed half to
my friend.
As we walked back toward the booths, he grumbled at us,
"Remember, only one per booth." Cynthia shot me a look
of concern.
"Don't worry," I whispered to her as we passed the
curtains, "we can share a booth." The hall was empty.
My friend seemed a little timid, so I grabbed her hand
and lead her to the middle of the aisle. "Three. That's
my lucky number." I opened the door and held it as
Cynthia stepped in. What I noticed straight off were
the gloryholes on each side; I think she was oblivious
to them. I stepped in behind her and slid the door
shut.
"How do we get it going?" I took ten coins and dropped
them into machine. Immediately, the screen flickered
on. The opening image was of a woman giving blowjobs—
she was surrounded by three studs, each with big, fat
dicks. I heard Cynthia gasp. After about 30 seconds,
she asked if we could change the channel.
"Go ahead," I said. She skipped through a bunch of them
until she came to a woman getting fucked in the ass. I
could tell by the quality of the movie that it was made
by an amateur. The woman was very ordinary looking, had
real tits, a bit of fat around her, and looked over 30—
as opposed to the fake-titted skinny teenagers who
starred in most films.
On the screen, a second man appeared, and lined his
cock up with the woman's pussy. After a moment of
hesitation, he shoved it in her. The woman moaned with
ecstasy. While the men pounded away, I turned and
looked at Cynthia. She was transfixed by the action. I
noticed her squirming a little. "That DP is pretty hot.
I bet you want that done."
After a few blinks and without taking her eyes off the
screen, Cynthia asked, "DP?"
"Double Penetration. You'd like that wouldn't?" She
took a shuddered breath in. "You'd like it if two guys
fucked you at the same time. You'd like a big cock
fucking you in the pussy and another fucking you in the
ass." Cynthia moaned a little. We watched a little
longer. I reached up and changed the channel. "My turn
to pick," I said. I flipped through the rest until I
came back to our opening scene—a woman surrounding by
three cocks. She sucked on one, while jerking on the
others. I was starting to get hot. Cynthia continued to
stare at the screen. "Wow, that makes me horny; how
bout you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"I would love to be surrounded by cocks and be forced
to suck them." In the film, one of the men erupted cum
all over the star's face. She quickly grabbed it and
aimed the final squirts into her mouth. When he
finished, she swallowed. I exclaimed, "That looks
yummy." Cynthia wrinkled her nose, but continued to
watch the screen. "You really should try it," I said to
her, "cum tastes pretty good. Rather salty, but good."
I suddenly noticed an eye through the gloryhole that
was next to my friend. I wanted to see how far I could
push Cynthia, so I said, "I am getting so turned on; I
have to play with myself." I started to pull up my
skirt.
"Kay, what are you doing?"
"Taking off my underwear." And I did, and immediately
placed them in my purse.
"You can't do that. Someone will catch us."
"Like who?" I raised my skirt, and spread my legs. My
pussy was already starting to feel moist. I moved the
palm of my hand over the top of it, and gently rubbed.
Cynthia just stared at me. I turned my attention back
to the movie. "Do you like this movie, Cyn?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Why?" I dipped a finger into my snatch.
"Because the woman is a slut."
"Do you wish that were you up there?" She hesitated.
"Don't worry; this is just between us girls."
"Yes," she said meekly.
"You? Surrounded by all those cocks?"
"Yes."
"You, forced to suck on them?"
"Yes."
"Forced to take their cum down your throat?"
"Yes!" Cynthia almost yelled.
"Me too. In fact," I raised my voice, "I wish I had a
cock to suck right now."
Our friend in the other booth took the cue, and
replaced his eye with his cock. I smiled and
immediately grabbed it. Cynthia let out a soft scream
when she noticed my actions. "Oh my god!" she said,
"What are you doing? Kay, stop! You don't know who that
is!"
"I know. That is the big thrill." I knelt down next to
the wall and examined the cock more carefully. It was
an ordinary-sized specimen—about 6 inches. I was
feeling really horny, so I stick my tongue out and ran
it over the cock's head twice.
"Kay, stop that!"
I turned to her, "I thought you said you wanted to be
that woman on the screen?"
She stammered, "Well... that is a movie and a fantasy."
"Sometimes," I said, "you can make fantasies come
true." I turned my attention back to the cock. I kissed
it a few times. Looking Cynthia straight in the eye, I
opened my mouth and closed it over the cock. I remained
motionless for a moment, rolling my tongue over its
head. He moaned. Ever so slowly, I moved my mouth down
the cock, then back up it.
After about 5 times, I removed it from my mouth, and
began to lick it up and down. I looked at my friend,
and she was staring at me. She was also massaging her
tits with one hand and her crotch with the other. This
made me hotter. I took my one hand and moved it under
my skirt, and worked my clit over with my fingers. I
slid the cock back into my mouth and went to work on
it—going up and down quickly.
I could hear Cynthia's (and my) heavy breathing. After
a few minutes, I felt the size of the cock increase and
I knew he was going to cum. I pull him out of my mouth,
and began to jerk him off. He was about to blast off,
when I said (for maximum impact on Cynthia), "Look at
me, I'm a slut!"
He came!
The first shot hit my face, the second hit my open
mouth, and the rest went down my throat. I sucked him
dry. When he went soft, I let him go and started to
giggle. I sat back up on the bench. "I really am a
slut," I said with a laugh.
Cynthia, with her hands still on her body, smiled and
said, "I guess you are."
We both laughed. I put some more tokens in the machine
and switched stations. I told her, that it was her time
to choose a station. She flipped around, until she came
to a woman (with big tits) masturbating with a dildo.
Cynthia's hands returned to her body. In the film,
another woman appeared (with small tits) and started to
masturbate too. I hiked up my skirt again, and worked
on my pussy. My friend looked at me. "You know what?"
"What?" she replied.
"Sluts don't wear bras either." With that, I unbuttoned
my blouse and removed it. I turned my back to her, and
ordered, "Unhook me." She did. The bra slid off me. I
turned and faced my friend as I folded my bra. She was
admiring my tits. I put the bra into my purse. Finally,
I put the blouse back on, but I only fastened the lower
3 buttons. My nipples were prominently visible through
my shirt.
We turned our attention back to the screen. The women
were now kissing each other. The gloryhole caught my
attention again as a big cock came through. This was
above average—about 8 inches. Immediately, I reached
for it. Cynthia gasp a little, "That is so big."
"Mmmhumm. It feels so good. Touch."
She moved back, "I couldn't."
"Who's going to know? I won't tell. He won't tell." She
hesitated. I grabbed her left hand and brought it to
cock. Gently, I placed it on the 8 inches. We each held
it in one hand.
"It is big."
"I know. It feels great. Don't ya think?"
As if in a trance, she answered, "Yes."
"Cyn, have you ever held one so big?"
"I've only held Marc's."
"You're kidding?"
"No," she continued to stare at the cock as we rubbed
it, "I was a virgin when we met."
"Is Marc this big?"
In a hushed voice, she said, "No, not even close."
I knelt down by the wall and pulled her close in, "Look
at how big it is." She examined it. "I think I have to
suck this one too." With that I moved her hand off it
and I enveloped the head with my mouth. Being such a
large cock, I could not get much in. Cynthia had moved
in closer to the hole. I went up and down a few times.
Pulling off of it, I aimed the dick at my friend, "Now
you."
"Oh … no."
"Come on, I dare you, you slut! Release your inner
slut."
That comment brought a smile to her face, and she took
hold of the dick and very slowly moved it to her face.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" She wetter her lips.
"Not a soul," I replied.
With that, she kissed the tip of the cock. She kissed
it again. I could see some pre-cum oozing out of the
slit. She stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum.
"Not bad, eh?" I asked.
"Not bad." She resumed using her tongue. After a
minute, she opened her mouth and placed it over only
the second cock she had ever felt in her life. Cynthia
could only get the head in. It was clear that she was
struggling. She sucked for a while, until she pulled
off and said, "He is too big. You do it." She did not
say it with disgust, only disappointment.
I grabbed him and went to work. Using my hand and
mouth, I increased my tempo and could tell he was about
to cum. With my free hand, I pulled Cynthia's head next
to mine, and pulled him out of my mouth. Boy did he
cum. His big cock was full of spooge. The first shot
hit my nose and part of my mouth, which was open. I
redirected the cock toward my friend and the second
shot hit her on nose and cheek. I pumped the cock and 3
more shots hit Cynthia on the face—the last going in
her open mouth. Orienting the dick, I put it in my
mouth and sucked the rest of his jizz out of him.
I released the stranger, and we sat back up. We looked
at each other—with cum running down our faces—then
broke into laughter. "I guess I am slut too," Cynthia
giggled. The TV clicked off and the light came on.
"Well, in order to join the Slut Union," I said with a
laugh, "you have to lose that bra."
Still with a smile and cum on her face, my friend
unbuttoned her top and removed it. She did like me,
turned and made me unhook her bra. Cynthia's medium-
sized tits sprung loose. She faced me. I put her bra
into my purse. I stared at her tits, which were mere
inches away from me. She caught me looking and asked,
"Are my boobs pretty?"
"Of course they are," I said with assurance, "in fact,
CJ thinks their sexy—he told me that after seeing you
in the hot tub."
She smiled, "Really."
Suddenly, there was a big bang on the door. It was the
clerk. He yelled, "Feed the machine or get out." We saw
the latch move (he must have had some sort of key), and
the door flew open. The clerk stood there growling,
"Feed the machine or get out." I was startled and
frozen in my place. Cynthia was topless and immediately
tried to hide her nakedness with her arm.
The clerk grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, "And I told
you, only one per booth!!" He yanked me out of the
booth, past my stunned friend. The door closed, and I
heard my friend latch it.
I was still frozen, but the clerk smiled and said
softly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but you
know the rules. And thanks for the blowjob." He winked
at me, and that is when I became unstuck and realized
his was an act. The clerk was just having some fun with
us. As he walked out of the hall back to the store, he
banged on my former booth and said, "Feed the machine."
Cynthia started it back up.
I stood in the hall for a moment, wondering what to do
when I realized that I was holding Cynthia's shirt. She
was in the booth topless. I knocked on the door, but
there was no reply. The volume was turned up pretty
loud, so she could not hear my whispers. I slowly
became aware of other people in the hall—two men. They
were staring at me. I decided to go into booth #4 and
see how Cyn was doing. I latched the door behind me,
and dropped a few coins in the machine. It started up
on the blowjob movie.
I peered through the gloryhole to my friend. I expected
to see her crying or at least sitting there stunned.
Instead, I found her leaning back watching the amateur
movie—the star was now being gangbanged. Cynthia had
one hand on her crotch and one on her tits. I was
pleasantly surprised. Maybe Cynthia was a slut at
heart. "Cyn," I said through the hole. She looked over
at me. "You okay?"
She continued to massage herself, "Yeah. That was scary
… but exciting."
"You truly are a slut." We both laughed. "How many
coins have you got left?"
"About ten," she continued to play with herself even as
her attention was on me.
"I only have four. When yours run out, meet me out
front. I'll have a movie rented by then."
"Okay." She was still oblivious to the fact that she
was missing her shirt. I was feeling wicked, so I
wasn't going to tell her.
"Which one should I get?"
My friend thought for a second, then replied, "The
blowjob video." Her attention returned to the movie and
her own body. I sat stunned by the turn of events; here
was my friend of several years—a middle-aged, rather
sexually inexperienced woman--sitting topless in an
adult arcade, with cum on her face, masturbating. It
turned me on.
My machine was making noises like it was going to stop
soon. As I leaned down to tell Cynthia, I saw a cock
poking through the other gloryhole in her booth. She
saw it too. My video stopped and my light clicked on,
so I moved back from the hole so as not to be seen.
Cyn glanced in my direction (she thought I had left)
and turned toward the faceless cock. She slowly reached
out and grabbed it. Caressing it, she moved her head
toward it. I could only see her back, but I could tell
that she was sucking on the dick. She really had become
a slut. I chuckled to myself. 'Sluts can go topless,' I
thought, and exited my booth and headed toward the
front.
Upon stepping through the curtains, I was temporarily
blinded by the light. As I moved toward the counter, I
noticed that the store was crowded. There were 14
people in the store including several couples and
single women. Everyone was looking at me—my blouse was
open most of the way and they could see my "valley of
interest."
I got in line, which was 3 people deep. I was waiting
for less than a minute, when a woman got in line behind
me. She had one of those fancy vibrators in her hand—
like the one CJ had bought me. She caught me looking at
it. "I saw it on Oprah," she said in a hushed voice.
"I know," I said, "my boyfriend just bought me one. It
works great."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said softly. "I need to
please me. Lord knows, my bum of a husband can't."
"You'll like it. It sent me over the edge like that." I
snapped my fingers.
She smiled, and said, "You have something on you chin."
I moved my hand up to it—it was cum! I was standing in
a brightly lit store talking to a woman with cum on my
face. I was momentarily embarrassed, but I shrugged it
off. I used my finger to gather up the cum, then stuck
my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. "Yum." She
gave me an odd look. I leaned in close to her and
whispered, "If you really want to be sent over the
edge, go back to the booths. It is a lot of fun." I
winked at her.
"Booths?" she asked.
We moved up in the line. Softly I told her, "Yeah. You
can watch dirty movies. When you get to the counter,
get $5 worth of tokens and go back to the booths. Try
number 3. It is really exciting."
"Really?"
"Believe me."
I got to the front of the line. The clerk grinned and
asked, "Where's your friend?"
"She'll be out in a moment when her tokens run out."
"Have you decided on a movie?"
"Number 1—The Librarian."
"Excellent choice. Fill out the membership form while I
get it." He wandered back to some shelves.
Cynthia walked through the curtains. All eyes turned
toward her. She was topless, but held her left arm
across her breasts. Like me, her face had cum all over
it. Also like me, she was blinded by the lights. After
a moment, she walked quickly up to me, and said
quietly, "Give me my shirt." The woman in line behind
me had a stunned look on her face.
"Here you go." Upon taking the blouse, Cynthia realized
that she needed to use both hands to put it on and if
she did, she would be exposed for all to see.
She shot me a look of desperation, and said, "A little
help."
"Sure, slut," I said with a giggle. I took the shirt
back and held it out like you would a coat. My friend
wiggled and tried to not uncover her tits as she got
into it, but she failed. I was being devious, and held
the shirt back while she stood there exposed. Slowly, I
pulled it up to her shoulders. She immediately buttoned
it.
The clerk returned to the front with the video and took
my form. As he entered the information into his
computer, he said to Cynthia, "I hope I didn't scare
you."
"No, it's okay."
"Rules are rules."
The woman behind me asked softly, "What rules?"
"No big deal—one person per booth and you must keep the
machine going—you must keep putting tokens in the
machine."
"Oh." The woman caught Cynthia's eye and asked in hush
tones, "Is it exciting back there?"
She thought for a second, then got a devilish grin on
her face and said, "Very exciting. You should try it."
"$98.74 for the video and vibrator."
"I'll pay. My treat." Cynthia didn't stop me.
The clerk asked Cynthia "Did like the booths?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Come back soon. In fact, if you come back in the next
week, I'll give you 2 for 1 on the tokens. Also, if
you," he pointed at Cynthia, "bring a different friend
back with you next time, you'll get 25% off your next
dildo or vibrator." She smiled at his offer.
As I was putting away my credit card, I turned to the
woman in line and told her, "Enjoy your new toy."
"I will." She then said to the clerk, "$5 worth of
tokens please." She winked at me.
As Cynthia and I walked out the car, I said to her,
"You released your inner slut."
"You brought it out of me, SLUT!"
We laughed as we drove away.
To be continued...
Author Note: Got any gloryhole stories? Send them to
me. Got any gloryhole ideas I can use in a story? Send
them to me. Please send me feedback and ideas for new
stories: digger87@excite.com
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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