Dressed for Pleasure

Most of the booths had a gloryhole. I picked a booth in the corner, sat down and started watching a video. It wasn't long before I heard the door open, close and then a cock appeared in the hole beside me. I was so intrigued about what it would feel like if I touched it... or put it in my mouth... It was now or never.

It had the scent of soap as if freshly showered. I touched the head with my tongue and electricity surged through my whole body. I was rock hard and hungry by now, so I teased my intruder a little more before I greedily engulfed the shaft. I must have startled the guy in the booth. He jumped a little and pulled back, but then eased back in as I started sucking to get as much of it in my mouth as possible.

As if I was a seasoned expert, I swirled my tongue around the head and bobbed back and forth on this cock. Months of watching videos was paying off. I sucked that cock, making loud slurping noises without a care in the world. I wanted everyone within earshot to hear me.

The taste of pre-cum had me wanting more, but it wasn't long before I knew my booth buddy was going to blow his fuck-froth. When his cock tensed up, I began to jerk him until he exploded, hitting the opposite wall and then onto the floor. When he finished, he pulled his cock back, leaned down into the hole and thanked me. I was proud of myself. I was a certified cocksucker and damn proud of it.

I was 18 when I began visiting adult bookstores. I was captivated by the variety of sex toys, magazines, and clothing displayed on the walls, racks, and shelves. Posters of the latest movies, and VHS tapes adorned the walls overwhelming my senses to the point where it felt as though I had introduced a mild intoxicant into my system.

A couple of years later, I moved out west to a city peppered with adult bookstores, porn shops and theaters. I stuck with the bookstores since some even had a theater attached. It was at this time that I noticed I was becoming hornier and was more daring with every visit. As I watched the movies, I began to masturbate more often, not caring if someone was on the other side of the wall watching me jerk my cock with a fervor.

I marveled at how seductive the women were in these movies. How they were able to bring out the 'beast' in a man or another woman with just their looks. I began crossdressing; wearing sexy lingerie, stockings and occasionally, high heels, that I would bring in under my coat. I had one of those faces that looked innocent, and when I became proficient at applying makeup, I was that much more passable. No one would ever suspect that I had shaved every bit of hair from my body and pampered my skin to be as soft as any woman in the office.

I would never go out dressed up but I would always have something on underneath to keep the charge surging through my body by having a little secret of my own. If I happened to pop into a bookstore or theater, I was ready for action. One such weekend came when I decided to have a few drinks and then take in a little debauchery at the local porn theater.

The clerk at the counter knew me pretty well. He was always pretty cool with the patrons and a great guy to talk to also. Like most clerks, if law enforcement came in, they would raise house lights in the theater area to allow everyone to get their act together before they entered.

Tonight, I was dressed as a prissy bitch; PVC bustier with choker and garters under my shirt. I also had stockings on which really made me feel like a slut. Once inside, I let my eyes adjust and got a feel for the climate and the few that were inside. I sat next to an older gentleman (my favorite) in the back row and made myself comfortable. Within moments, he began rubbing his leg against mine.

I stood up and removed my pants, revealing my stockings that were attached to the garters of my bustier. I peel off my shirt also and sat down to enjoy the movie. My new friend took the opportunity to rub my legs as I positioned a leg over his. It wasn't long before he found my love nub and began to rub and caress my penis.

When the time was right, I could feel the bulge in his pants and asked him to release it so that I can get a 'better handle' on things. Another gentleman sat in front of us and took peeks of the action taking place behind him. I went to my knees and pulled out my new friend's cock and started stroking it. It was thick like a beer can and with a decent length. I slobbered on it as I pistoned my face up and down on his rigid fuck stick. My own pathetic excuse for a cock was dripping profusely as I felt pre-cum running down my leg.

As I pumped up and down on his cock, I suddenly felt him tense up and mutter that he was going to cum. As soon as I pulled my mouth off, a stream of cum blasted onto my face and lips. It was a hot and gooey load and I was so proud of myself for working that shaft like a pro. As I got up to go to the bathroom to wash up, he slipped my $20 and said that he would like to see me again. Flattery and $20 will get your cock sucked.

I went into the bathroom and went to the stall to clean up a little. I decided to apply some lipstick to moisten my lips. As I exited the stall, I caught sight of two men fondling each other. They stopped abruptly when they saw me. I went over and dropped to my knees in front of them and opened my mouth for their cocks. I didn't have to wait but a couple of seconds before I began sucking one and jerking the other. They even shook hands and introduced themselves to each other.

My lipstick was smeared onto two shafts as I bobbed back and forth like a wanton whore servicing the Roman legion before they went off to war. I was in a fervor to make these cocks give up their precious nectar as I sucked, drooled and moaned like an insatiable whore.

I didn't wait long for my reward. I jerked both of them off onto my face as they each grunted their satisfaction as hot sperm shot forth coating my once clean face with volley after volley of fuck juice. I shuddered as I reached between my legs and jerked my own cock-clit off. What I needed was a cock up my ass.

I cleaned up once more and decided to call it a night. As I walked out of the theater into the fresh air, another gentleman approached me and asked if I would like to join him in the theater. "I'm finished for the evening in there, but you can take me home if you promise to fuck my ass..." I quipped. He took me up on the offer and asked if I could follow him to his house. I asked him if he was some sort of 'serial killer' which he denied. Fine with me... Let's go.

He lived in a pretty nice neighborhood and on the way over, I downed a couple more shots of tequila. We went into his home, which was surprisingly beautiful and clean. I excused myself to go freshen up while he mixed more drinks and made the atmosphere a little more erotic with candles and mood lighting.

I had my bag with me which contained fresh stockings, garterbelt, half cup bra, wig and makeup. When I came out, I was horned up in such a way that if there were 9 more guys there, I would not have cared. We immediately got down to action getting each other horned up. His cock wasn't overly large, but quite impressive for an older gent. It was hard also... Very hard for a man his age, which turned out to be 67.

As the evening wore on, I told him that I had an itch that seriously needed to be 'scratched'. I presented my bare, lubed ass to him like a wanton whore. He lined up his shot and took it straight to the hilt in one go.

I lunged forward with a mix of pain and pleasure as my sphincter took abuse from his cock while he smacked me on the ass.

I heard him say "Take it!"

I was taking it all right. Taking it into overdrive as I lunged back against his cock and demanded he give me more dick.

"Give it to me fucker! Show me what a cocksman you really are. Claim this ass-pussy as if it's your last meal."

His balls were slamming into my own pathetic nutsack everytime he pushed his drill into my ass as if he was trying to break through dolomite for oil.

"God dammit your fucking me senseless." I moaned as he continued to make me his bitch.

My legs were starting to spasm as I began to feel an orgasm well up in my loins. I cried out telling him that I was cumming as his cock banged on my prostate at a steady pace. "Oh God! Give me that jackhammer!" "I'm cumming..."

My jizm shot out in one long steady rope across a towel I had in front of me. Feeling unsteady I went to my knees as he continued to plow my ass-pussy.

"Lick it up!", he demanded as I tried to steady myself through each thrust.

"Lick that cum up! Show me you love what I'm doing to you."

I began to lick my own cum and rub my face into it, smear lipstick and mascara all over the towell. "Fuck me honey! Fuck me and fill me with your cum."

After a few more thrusts he started to moan louder and push harder with slow and longer thrusts.

"I'm filling you up, babe! Are you ready for it?"

"Give it to me... Knock my bitch-ass up!" I screamed.

With a loud roar, he flooded my lower intestines with his hot semen and continued to shoot more into me with each thrust.

With each thrust, the sloshy sound of a 'sloppy pussy' filled the room until he pushed one last load into my ass and collapsed upon my back. I laid there in my own cum as his weight held me in place and his cock remained in my ass-gash.

I'm not sure how long we stayed in that position, but I knew that I was a total mess and would have to 'freshen up' before I left. I figured he was done using me for the evening. I was still wired and horny for more so I thought I would head back to the theater to see if there were any 'newcummers' for the evening.

We had a long shower together where he gave me a pleasurable reach-around while he held me close. I felt his cock fattening up in my ass crack, but he was focused more on rubbing me up and down while he jerked my pathetic cock to completion. By this time, I was pleasantly exhausted and decided to head back to my apartment for the night.

The weekend had just started, and wild times await.