The Homeless Shelter

Sunday morning I woke fairly early however my husband Ted was already up and about. I could hear him in the kitchen, making coffee I guessed. As I lay there waiting for the freshly brewed coffee I hoped was coming my brain did a quick recap of the previous days events which partly made me smile and partly made me aware that my bum hole was, to say the least, stinging a little. Being fucked up there twice in one day, especially as one of those who fucked me, Jim, wasn’t exactly small or gentle. Whilst I was totally sure I had loved it and fully intended to experience it again I also decided I had to take some steps to make the experience a little more gentle on my poor hole.

My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of my smiling husband, bringing in fresh coffee and croissants. Ted was in a very chirpy mood which left me in no doubt he had really enjoyed and appreciated last evenings anal play and it was clear he was intent on spoiling me for allowing him the pleasure of taking me anally. He asked me how I was and I told him I was fine, although a little sore. His look of concern was quickly gone when I assured him all was fine and I would definitely allow him to do it again but told him we needed something better than massage oil to smooth and sooth the process. We both chuckled, ate breakfast and then got on with the day’s admin of cleaning, laundry and so forth.

Part way through the day Ted informed me he had been looking on line and found a selection of lubricants for anal sex which I may like to check out when I had the time. I told him I’d get to it later and asked him to jot down the website and product information for me. The day passed quick and in the evening we settled down to a movie and drinks. Part way into the movie I decided it wasn’t too interesting and decided to check out the internet and look up the products Ted had mentioned to me. Ted wasn’t at all put out as he was quite happy watching the movie and also clearly pleased I was interested in purchasing such products as it was further confirmation that anal sex was on the agenda for our future sex play.

Whilst browsing I checked out a couple of sites other than those Ted had written down and was amazed by the amount and choice of sex play aids available on line and I began looking as some dildo’s, huge back ones, which made me thing about Jim and the guys at the homeless shelter. I had contemplated making up an excuse to head over there today but for one thing my bum hole was sore and I didn’t want Ted to get suspicious. However just thinking about those black cocks made me horny and I realised that if I was going to have anal fun outside my marriage I needed to get some lube that I could have for my personal use, which I’d keep hidden from Ted.

I couldn’t get it on line so needed another route to purchase. I remembered years ago Ted and I had been into a sex shop, whilst we were away on a weekend break, and they sold pretty much anything of a sexual nature one could possibly dream of so I did a quick search for such a place close to where we lived. I found one on the far side of town, not a huge distance from where I worked. It was in a part of town that neither Ted or I would ordinarily visit as most of the bars and restaurants we frequented were on the side of town nearest to where we lived but I decided the best time for me to go would be during the day as I knew for sure Ted would be nowhere near town.

Monday morning at work was flying by and lunchtime was fast approaching. Surprisingly as the time loomed nearer I began to get a little nervous about visiting the sex shop, perhaps it was because I would be alone but I convinced myself that I was just being silly. It wasn’t like I was doing anything illegal. I slipped out of work a little early to allow myself a little more time for walking to the shop and to avoid the chance of one of the other girls whom I sometimes lunch with seeing me leaving work and asking to chat over lunch. About fifteen minutes later I was standing on the street opposite the sex shop, which was next door to a Thai Massage parlour on one side and a bar on the other side. I stood for about five minutes and only saw one person enter so figured it must be fairly quiet. I took a deep breath and headed for the door.

When I entered I found myself in a small lobby with another door, which I guessed was designed to prevent people outside seeing anything inside the shop when the main door was opened and closed. I went through the inner door and was a little surprised to see a female. She was very attractive and looked to be in her thirties, casually dressed, standing behind a counter to my left. I’m not sure why but seeing a female working in a sex shop was the last thing I expected. She greeted me with a smile and asked me if I’d been in the shop before. When I replied that I hadn’t she came from behind the counter and told me she would show me around as everything was in sections as she stood in front of me I saw she was wearing a name badge that read Gemma.

The shop was quite large with a very big central space, full of racks and glass cabinets of clothing and large BDSM paraphernalia, and a number of smaller areas around the outside walls. There were complete sections of movies and books, dildos and vibrators, and finally sexual aids such as pills, delay spray and lubricants. Although I had found the section I wanted my attention was drawn to another area at the rear of the shop which looked to be a corridor, from where I could hear faint noises, screened by a set of black drapes. I quizzically asked Gemma what was in that section was and she explained that it was the video booth area.

Gemma could tell from my reaction that I was both confused and intrigued and she offered to show me if I wanted. Almost without thinking I nodded my head and she walked towards the drapes, parted them slightly and ushered me in. I hadn’t noticed anyone else in the front of the shop so I guessed this area was where the man I’d seen entering earlier had gone to. As I passed through the drapes I could see the corridor was lined along both sides with doors, some were closed and others were open. Gemma showed me into one of the open booths and I saw a chair placed in front of a blank tv screen on the wall and a shelf on the wall on which was a roll of kitchen paper. There was a coin operated machine on the wall next to the screen which dispensed condoms and lube and in the far corner was a waste basket which I could see had at least one used condom and some kitchen roll in it.

I asked Gemma what the booths were all about and she told me that men and sometimes couples use them to watch a porn movie and have sex. As I looked around the booth I noticed holes, about four of five inches in diameter, in the walls on each side about three feet from the floor, although the hole on one side was covered by a sliding panel. I asked Gemma what they were for and she explained that they were called glory holes before explaining that some people enjoyed being viewed and sometimes the occupant of the other booth may put their hands or even their cocks through the hole to be part of the fun. I was shocked and a little flustered. I’d never seen or heard of such things. I thanked her and hastily backed out of the booth so I could return to the main area of the store. Gemma chuckled a little at my surprised state and told me to ask her if I needed any other help with anything before returning to her counter.

I looked around the section I needed and after reading the information on several bottles and tubes of various lubricants I picked one that stated it was ideal for an anal lubricant. Just as I was approaching the counter to pay for it two men entered the store and began chatting to Gemma. They were clearly regulars as she knew them by name and after a few minutes of chat they both handed over some cash and Gemma handed them each several tokens, wished them both a fun time and the two men walked past me, looking me up and down as they did, before stepping through the set of drapes into the movie booth corridor.
I quickly stepped up to the counter and handed over some cash to pay for my lube. “Good choice!” said Gemma, with a little smile“That’s the one my husband and I use.”. As she handed me a bag, containing my purchase Gemma told me she hoped to see me back soon. I wandered the fifteen minutes back to work and deposited my newly acquired lube at the back of one of my desk drawers before getting on with my work. The afternoon seemed to drag and I couldn’t help but think about my experience in the sex shop. I couldn’t imagine performing in a booth with a complete stranger watching me through a glory hole. I then thought of the two men who had come into the shop and gone into the movie booths. They were well dressed, clean, polite, clearly professional men, probably on their lunch break. Was this a common thing that normal people did?

No matter how I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about the sex shop and the two men, plus how open Gemma had been telling me her and her husband used the same lube I had bought. Were all people in this scene so liberal, the two men certainly hadn’t seemed embarrassed about walking into a sex shop and letting a stranger see them wander into porn movie booths. As I continued to think about it I started to run several scenarios about what the scene would look like, performing in a booth with strangers watching or me watching a stranger having sex. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d ever seen a porn movie and never contemplated watching someone else however the thoughts going through my head began to intrigue and arouse me. I slipped a hand inside my panties and found I was indeed very wet between my legs. Seconds later my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.

It was my husband Ted letting me know he had a late meeting with a prospective new client so he would be home late and asking me what I wanted to do about dinner. I thought for a moment and told him that a friend from work had asked me if I wanted a chat and a drink after work but I hadn’t committed to anything but if he was fine with it I’d accept her offer and probably grab a bite with her. Ted seemed quite happy and told me he had to dash and would be home around 8PM before ringing off. As soon as I put my phone down I felt a tingle rush through my whole body and my head spin a little. What was I doing? Nobody had asked me for a drink after work. it suddenly dawned on me. I wanted to try out my new purchase.

I rattled through my work, all the while thinking of how I could engineer a situation whereby I could test my new lube. In the end I decided to take the bull by the horns. Why not? I was a confident , mature woman, quite capable of taking charge of things. I decided to wander down to my car, using the stairs, which naturally took me past the security office. On the way back instead of passing by security I made a point of walking in, luckily the first person I saw was Jim, so I didn’t need to arouse suspicion by asking if he was in. “Oh Hi Jim.” I blurted out cheerily.

“I just thought I’d let you know I will be working late so I will be in the back office when you do your rounds. I wouldn’t want locking in.” I told him.

As I spoke I made sure none of the other guys were looking at me and once sure they weren’t I shot a look and smile at Jim that would hopefully give him the message. Jim stared at me with a dead pan expression for a few seconds before he broke into a smile and said “OK Ma’am! Thank you. We will be sure to bear that in mind when we do our rounds. Feeling sure Jim had gotten the message I returned to work and got on with my work ensuring as I went my desk was getting clearer and clearer. Finally I looked up at the clock and saw it was a little before 5PM. I knew people would soon be going home and hopefully I would get my wish. I decided to go to the bathroom and use the time to freshen up a little but also remove my bra and panties. I wandered back to my office, bra and panties in my bag and by braless state concealed by a wrap around cardigan.

I sat back at my desk and after about fifteen minutes my floor of the building had gone silent so I knew everyone had left. Just to be sure I had a quick walk around the outer office areas. Everything was shut down and people had gone home for the evening. I returned to my desk, removed my cardigan and undid a couple of buttons on my blouse. My heart was beating as I sat there, willing my office door to open. I opened my drawer and took out the lube I had bought from the sex shop. My nipples were tingling and I could feel my pussy leaking moisture onto the inside of my thighs. I thought I heard a noise, movement even in the outer office, my heart pounded as my office door opened. There stood a smiling Jim and I could already see a huge bulge in the trousers of his security guard uniform.

“Well well well! Aren’t we a greedy little married slut?” Jim said to me, smiling. What could I say? I felt my face flushing at the fact he was correct. I was married but I was just craving his cock and had acted like a real slut in that I had actually sought him out and practically asked him to come to my office and fuck me.

I leant back in my chair, opened my legs and undid a couple more buttons on my blouse as I smiled back at Jim. “Yes Jim! I’m a slut and I want your big black cock. I just couldn’t wait until the weekend again.” I said to him in a pathetic submissive voice.

Jim walked across to me, unzipping his pants as he approached. He then stood before me and pulled his big hard cock from his underwear before looking down at me and saying, “Well you will have it. Suck on it baby.” with a real scowl. I wrapped a hand around his big throbbing shaft and stroked it a couple of times before leaning my head forward and taking his big cock head between my lips. Although I had engineered the situation Jim made it very clear he was in charge as he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth, his cock head hitting the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex and saliva started filling my mouth.

I sucked greedily on Jim’s cock and the harder I sucked the more he forced it down my throat. Jim’s cock was leaking huge amounts of pre cum and I had the feeling he was going to blow his load real soon. Although I loved the taste of his cum I really wanted him to fuck me anally and use my new lube. I pulled my head off his cock and looked back up at him. I reached for the tube of lube on my desk and held it up. “I want you to fuck my ass Jim.” I pleaded as I held the lube in front of him.
Jim looked down at me. “We’ll get to that, don’t you worry little lady.” He said sternly before he shoved his cock back in my mouth and began to face fuck me. As I struggled to breath and to keep the saliva from leaking out of my mouth I heard Jim say “Hey Clay, you there? I’m gonna need help on 4, room 22.

“With you in two bro!” I heard crackle from Jim’s radio. My head span and I almost froze with panic. Floor 4 and room 22 was my office. Who the hell was Clay and what was Jim asking him for help with? A couple of minutes later my questions were answered when my office door opened and there stood another security guard, who I guessed was Clay.

“Woahh Man! Fuckin hot!” I heard Clay exclaim.

“Told you man. She is one hot white slut. Now get that dick of yours ready to fuck this slut.” Jim replied to Clay.

Inside I was filled with both dread and excitement. Jim was now pimping me out to his work mates. Oh my god. Where was this going to end? I saw Clay pull down his pants and free his cock. It wasn’t as big as Jim’s but it was still nice and big, even in its flaccid state. As Clay began to stroke his cock to hardness Jim grabbed my head. “Another one for you little lady.” Jim said, chuckling before he began to ram his cock into my mouth even deeper and faster. Jim’s pre cum flooded my mouth and saliva ran down my chin, dripping onto my breasts as he drove his cock in and out. A minute later he grunted and his legs shook as he pumped his huge load down my throat. I swallowed spurt after spurt of that sweet, hot liquid until Jim had drained his balls into my mouth and he pulled his sticky cock from my mouth.

I was breathing hard now my mouth was empty and I felt a little light headed. Jim grabbed me with his big hands and lifted me from my chair, spinning me around and telling me to bend over. I placed two hands on my chair and spread my legs, knowing what was about to happen. I saw Jim grab the lube I had dropped on my desk and felt him squirt a blob of it onto my pussy. He rubbed it in and stuffed some of it into my bum hole. “Ok man, fuck her good.” I heard Jim say to Clay. Seconds later I felt two hands grab my buttocks and then a thick cock head nudging against my pussy lips. As well as my pussy being soaking wet with my juices it was also extra lubed up from Jim rubbing some of my new lube into my pussy so it came as no surprise when Clay slid his cock deeply into me with one thrust.

Clay fucked me hard, so hard it seemed clear he has been well briefed by Jim that I liked a good hard fucking with a big black cock. Despite my moans and gasps for him to go easy he showed me no mercy as he slammed his hips into my buttocks with every thrust. As he continued I felt the first pre orgasmic tremors begin deep inside me and my gasps for him to go easy turned into pleas for him to fuck me harder. Clay obliged and began to fuck me with real venom, his hands reached around and grasped my swinging breasts and as he clamped each nipple between his fingers and thumbs I let out a little squeal of pleasure.

As Clay continued to fuck me he pinched my nipples hard and the tingling shot through my whole body. I knew I was close to orgasm as I began to pant and I could feel my face flushing. Clay must have sensed I was close to cumming, and ground his cock deep as he tugged on my nipples harder. I heard him breath hard and then ram his cock deep then he began spurting his hot sticky load into me. I came so hard when I felt his cum splashing my vaginal walls, my legs gave way and I slumped forwards onto my chair. Clay’s cock slipped from my pussy and as I breathed hard, trying to get my breath back I could feel his cum flowing from my pussy.

I heard Clay say “Shit man, that’s one hot fuck, cheers bro!” Presumably to Jim. I turned my head and saw Clay was already heading for the door telling Jim he had to get back. I hardly had time to process the fact another man had fucked me, totally uninvited, soiled my pussy and had pissed off without a word to me. God I felt angry and cheap. Before I could even think of saying anything to Jim he grabbed my arms. lifted me out of my chair and pushed me forwards so I was bent over my work desk.I felt another dribble of cold lube squirt onto my bum hole and then Jim began pushing his cock head against my hole.

To say Jim was brutal in the way he forced his cock past my objecting sphincter would be an understatement and I shrieked so loud I was sure it could have been heard out on the streets below. Jim buried his cock deep inside my anal passage, thrust after thrust, each one knocking the air out of me. I begged him to stop but he just went harder and deeper, his hips slamming against my buttocks. My arms were spread and I gripped the edges of my desk so hard my fingers hurt. My face was pressed hard against my desk, my god not only was my hole being defiled but so was my desk, the place I had to sit every day and I was being fucked on it.

Jim started to go a little slower but his thrusts were harder. I felt his big hand on the back of my head and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it, lifting my head and body a little off the desk. As my head lifted I opened my eyes and saw the photo of my husband and I, which I kept on my desk, a nice one where we were both smiling, arms around each other, taken one Christmas at a party. God, my husbands face was looking at me and I should have been horrified. I realised I wasn’t, I was aroused. The thought of my husband looking on whilst a big black cock fucked me made my body shudder with delight. I felt the tingle of an orgasm begin.

“Oooooh god yesssss! Oh Jim fuck me harder, cum in my ass. I want your cum.” I shrieked out, between gasps. Jim seemed spurred on my my pleas as I repeated them over and over again, all the time staring at the picture on my desk. Jim began to grunt with each thrust and they got quicker. I knew he wasn’t far off and my own body began to tense as my pre orgasmic tremors began to rumble through my body. Jim grunted his way through several more hard thrusts before he finally rammed his cock home to the hilt and as the first jet of his hot cum hit my anal walls I came so hard I passed out.

When I came to my senses I was lay flat on my desk. I could feel cum flowing down my thighs and I could hear Jim zipping up his pants. I stood up and turned around to see him smiling as he got himself together. He came closer to me and grabbed my breasts giving them a good, but hard squeeze. He asked me if I had enjoyed being fucked by Clay and to my surprise I nodded. Jim told me he was going to get his whole crew to fuck me over time. I tried to process that information but before I could ask him what he planned he kissed me, his tongue probing deep into my mouth. He broke off the kiss and let go of me. “See ya soon pretty lady.” he said as he walked out of my office.

I slumped back in my chair, my head spinning, trying to come to terms with what I had just done and wondering what lay in store for me. I began to tidy myself up and as I did I glanced at the photo of my husband and I on my desk and I smiled……

To be continued…..