The Homeless Shelter ch. 12
It had been three weeks since I’d had an evening with Sam, a young black ex-military and newly homeless man. After he arrived at the shelter very late and looking rather sad and disheveled, Maxine, the owner of the shelter, made an exception to the no overnight stay rule, on the condition that I stayed with him. Well, what a night that had been! His cock had been magnificent, and his sexual appetite was huge. He had fucked me royally, and I had taken great delight in telling Maxine all about it. Sadly, in those three weeks, Sam had very quickly found a job and a place to live, quite a way from town, so he had no need to return to the shelter, and much as I would have loved him to, I had no illusion that a young virile man in his twenties would return to somewhere just to bed a fifty-something, slightly chubby lady like me.
In addition to that disappointment, I was about to get another huge one. Maxine, my friend and owner of the shelter, had told everyone she needed us to stay after the shelter closed if we could, as she had something to talk to us about. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, as she had confided in me a couple of weeks before. Due to the fact that her mother was very unwell and Maxine herself wasn’t getting any younger, she had decided the burden of the shelter was something that she needed to shed. I had told her at the time I didn’t blame her, as, of course, ****** must come first and Maxine was very close to her mom.
Sure enough, when the evening came, Maxine announced that she had indeed sold the shelter; however, the good news was that she had sold it to a couple who were going to continue running it as a shelter and were even looking into the feasibility of having it open for overnight stays too. They already had a number of volunteers, sourced from another shelter they ran, but were very keen to take on anyone from the current crop of volunteers who would like to continue, and had asked that anyone wanting to meet them let Maxine know, and she would arrange it.
For my part, I didn’t really like the idea of staying with new people, primarily because some of my activity at the shelter was of a sexual nature, which was fine while Maxine was at the helm, but I wouldn’t even contemplate making the new owners aware of my liaisons with several of the patrons. So Maxine and I had a drink after her briefing, which very nicely led to a little bit of lesbian fun, which Maxine made a point of emphasizing she wanted to continue with me. So although I was potentially losing a very good source of extra marital cock, I took some solace in the fact that I’d still be seeing my flame-haired female lover every so often.
I told Maxine at the time I would make that weekend my last at the shelter so I’d be well out of the way before the new owners began making visits and getting to know the staff and patrons. It had only been a few days since then, and I was now sitting at work reflecting on my life, or more to the point, my sexual life. Sex at home was still great, and my husband Ted was certainly enjoying having my ass on a fairly frequent basis. Even though I tried to deny him unless it was a special occasion, I enjoyed being fucked in the ass a lot, so I was really only denying myself, and as I currently wasn’t getting it from anyone else, I decided that would be foolish.
However, what I couldn’t get away from was the fact that over the last few months I’d enjoyed extra marital cock on many occasions, and although I hated myself for it, I knew it would be impossible to stop. There was something I really enjoyed about being used by men and treated in a way, often a quite rough way, that my husband never would. Our sex and lovemaking were always very sensual; even when he fucked me anally, he was still fairly gentle, ensuring he never hurt me. So as I now sat alone in my office, my thoughts were of how I could continue without risking too much now that the shelter wasn’t an option. As I pondered, I even trawled through a few websites that offered no complicated sex, but they required a lot of registration, and I wasn’t prepared to do that.
Purely by chance, I was looking through my desk drawers when I saw my tube of anal lube, which I had bought at the sex shop, just a short walk from my work building, and my mind went back to Gemma, the lovely girl who worked there and who showed me around. She had shown me some video booths with holes in the sides where people often went to enjoy sex while being watched, and she even allowed people, mainly men, to join in. Surely it wouldn’t be that simple for a single woman, would it? I thought to myself. I tried to focus on work but couldn’t get the shop and Gemma out of my mind. I looked at the time. It was a little before 5 p.m., and Ted, my husband, wouldn’t be home until about 8 p.m. that evening, so I figured I might have time to walk down to the sex shop and see if I could suss things out a little.
Although it wasn’t winter, there was a fresh wind in the air, and I had a thin, long raincoat with me. For some reason, I decided to remove my work dress and just put on my coat, probably thinking that if anything were to happen, I didn’t want any stains on my dress. Once I’d fully buttoned up my coat, no one would have known I was just in a bra and pants beneath. As I made the short walk to the sex shop, my heart began to beat faster, and the cool air rushing up my coat, combined with me imagining people looking at me and knowing I only had lingerie on beneath my coat, somehow turned me on a little.
When I entered the shop, I was immediately unnerved as I saw that Gemma wasn’t working behind the counter; instead, he was a large black guy I had never seen before. He must have sensed that I was nervous as he greeted me with a big smile and a very nice "hello, my name is Zac; have you been here before?” I nervously and quietly told him I’d been just once before to purchase something, and he asked me if I needed any help finding what I needed. I looked around and saw it was quiet—just a couple of guys browsing through a selection of videos.
“I erm! I’d like some tokens for the video booths.” I nervously told him. Zac asked me if I’d used the booths before, and I blushed a little as I told him I hadn't, but Gemma had shown me how they work. Zac smiled and slid a couple of tokens across the counter, telling me that there was no charge as it was my first time, and I may decide I didn’t want to stay very long. I took the tokens and went to the back of the store, pulled open the drapes that covered the entrance to the video booth corridor, and walked along to the very end. Although I was sure I wanted to go in, I was still nervous and wanted a booth with holes just on one side. As I walked along the corridor, I noticed more booths were occupied than were vacant, but thankfully one of the last ones was free.
I entered the booth and closed the door before taking off my coat and hanging it up. I knew the booth next door was occupied, as I’d seen the door closed when I walked past. My booth was now pretty dark as I hadn’t yet activated the screen, and I thought this was the best chance of seeing who was next door without them being able to see me. I sat down on the chair, so my head was pretty much level with the two holes in the wall through to the next booth. I couldn’t see too much of what was going on, so I leant forward so my head was lower than the holes.
Looking upwards through one of them, I could see the video playing of a woman masturbating, and when I looked through the other hole, I could see a guy standing up and stroking his cock. It was rock hard, about seven inches long and really thick, and I could just about make out that the head was glistening a little, I guessed from his pre-cum leaking. He was stroking it pretty rapidly, and I could hear him breathing quickly and letting out little moans. I just stared at it, my mouth salivating, wishing I was sucking it. I thought about leaning closer to one of the holes so he would see me and hopefully push it through the hole for me to suck it, but before I had a chance to move, I heard him grunt and saw thick ropes of cum spurting from the end of his cock. He kept jerking it, shooting about five or six thick jets of cum before he finally let out a sigh. He grabbed some kitchen tissue from a roll and wiped his cock before he wiped up a little, then zipped up his pants before leaving his booth.
The sight of him shooting his cock had my mouth drooling and my insides fluttering. I reached down and felt the gusset of my pants; it was soaking. I couldn’t wait any longer and dropped a token into the slot by the side of the TV screen. It flickered into life, illuminating my booth, and I browsed the menu. I found a video titled 'Big Cocks and Cumshots', which I selected. The video began, and after just the first minute, a guy with a huge cock shot his load, followed by another clip of pretty much the same. As clip after clip of guys stroking their cocks and shooting big cum shots, my mouth drooled even more. I’d never seen so much cum; I didn’t even know guys could shoot that much.
I pushed a hand down my pants and began to rub myself while continuing to watch the video. I was soaking wet, and my clitoral area was already swollen. I imagined every cum shot on the video spurting into my mouth, and I licked my lips as the clips rolled on. Suddenly I heard a voice call out, "Wow, hot man, let's see those big tits, lady.” I looked to the side and saw a pair of eyes looking through one of the holes in the wall of my booth. They were dull blue and had crows feet around them. I imagined they were older men. The thought of a dirty old cunt asking to see my tits aroused me, and I reached around, unclipped my bra, and let it fall, exposing my C-cup breasts to him. The groan of pleasure he let out made me smile; I was clearly making his day.
He watched me for a while, the flesh of my breasts wobbling as I rubbed my pussycat, and I tried not to look at him as I wanted to watch the video. After a minute or so, he called out to me again, “Hey lady, come closer. I want to feel those tits.” I looked towards the holes and saw he was still looking through one, but he had his arm poked through the other, his boney fingers clawing at the air, trying to reach my breasts. My insides fluttered again, and I slid my chair across the floor, bringing my body within reach of his hand and offering my breasts to him. His eyes widened and sparkled a little when he saw I was obeying his command, and his cold, boney fingers grasped one of my breasts.
The old man pawed at my breast, his boney fingers digging into the soft flesh of my C-cup breasts, and he occasionally pinched and tugged on my nipple. He alternated between my breasts, giving them equal attention with his hand, for a couple of minutes. My nipples were stinging from his treatment, and the tingles within them radiated through my body. He suddenly asked me to come closer and face the wall, and when he saw I was following his direction, his eyes vanished from the hole, replaced by another boney hand and skinny arm sliding through towards me. Both his hands now found my breasts, and he squeezed them hard. I heard him groaning with pleasure on the other side of the wall, and it made me thumb my clitter harder.
A couple more minutes passed by, and he stopped, pulling his arms back through the holes. I had mixed feelings as I had been enjoying this stranger, almost abusing my body, even though it made me feel dirty and cheap. I heard him moving around and wondered what he was doing. Then I wondered no more as his hard cock slid through one of the holes. It was long and thin with a big head, pre-cum dripping from his piss hole. “Suck it! Suck me off!” I heard him growl through the wall. My heart raced, my insides throbbed, and my mouth drooled as I leant forward and took the big sticky head of his cock into my mouth.
As I began to suck on his cock, his pre-cum coated my tongue, making my taste buds tingle, and my pussy juice gushed as I continued to finger myself. My neck hurt from the angle I was at, so I pushed my chair back and kneeled on the cold, hard floor. I grasped his cock and squeezed it as I sucked him, making it swell in my mouth even more. Once again, my mind fought against my body. I felt like a cheap slut, kneeling in a grotty booth, sucking a stranger's cock, but my body craved the feelings I was having. My body was winning the battle of wits, and I sucked harder, taking as much of the stranger's cock into my mouth as I could, and very soon my efforts were rewarded. I heard him grunt through the wall, and his cock erupted, spurting jets of hot, sticky cum into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed.
My stranger had barely stopped shooting his cum; his cock was still a little hard even before he pulled it from my mouth. I heard him shuffle around and zip up his pants, then I heard his booth door open, and he was gone. Not a word! I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. I thought he would have at least thanked me, but no. I’d hardly finished smarting over the way he had treated me when I heard the door to the same booth slam shut and then some quiet voices. I put my head closer to the holes in the hope that I could hear what was being said. However, as my face got closer, I was met by the sight of a semi-hard cock coming through one of the holes. Although it wasn’t fully hard, I could tell it was just average size, a little smaller than the old men had been, although it was a lot thicker.
I gazed at the new cock for a few seconds, probably expecting someone to speak, but there was nothing, just silence. I leant forward and took it in my mouth, sucking gently as I felt it start to swell in my mouth, spurred on by the faintest hint of a groan from the other side of the wall. As I faced the wall, the cock that I was sucking was poking through the hole on my left, and as I continued to suck, a long, thick flaccid cock snaked its way through the hole to my right. I reached out my right hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, feeling it throb as it began to grow as I stroked it.
The guy whose cock I was sucking pushed his cock deeper into my mouth; his abdomen must have been against the wall, as I could see his nest of curly pubic hair in the aperture of the hole. I took his cock deep—so deep that his pubic hair tickled my nose. It has a strange smell—not an unpleasant smell, but not fragrant. It was a smell I thought I recognized but couldn’t place. Before I could think about it, I was aware that the cock I had been stroking was now hard and throbbing. I briefly looked across and saw how long and thick it was—maybe nine inches in length—and my hand was only just wrapped around the girth.
I was tempted to switch and start sucking on the big cock I now had in my hand, but before I had a chance to move, I heard the guy whose cock I was sucking begin to groan, and his cock swelled, becoming a little harder in my mouth. I took it deep, the tip of it almost touching the back of my throat, and held it there. Seconds later, I was rewarded with spurts of hot cum shooting right into my throat and quickly sliding down into my stomach. His cum was warm and watery but plentiful, and I really enjoyed the feeling of it filling my stomach.
Once again, as with the previous guy, he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, and it disappeared through the hole. The large cock also slipped from my hand, and I thought the guy was also going to leave. I heard the door of their cubicle open and then close. Seconds later, the large cock slid back through the hole nearest to me, slightly bobbing up and down. I grasped it with both hands and wrapped my lips around the huge head, which almost filled my mouth. I spent several minutes sucking on it and pushing my tongue into the big piss hole. I pumped his thick shaft with both hands as I sucked the big head of his cock, and every so often I flicked it with my tongue.
His cock was swelling more and more, getting harder and thicker as blood surged through the big veins running along his shaft. I heard him start to gasp and groan, and his cock became rock hard. I pulled my head back a little so I could see the head. His huge piss hole was opening up even more, pre-cum flowing like a river. I momentarily gazed at it, and he suddenly let out a big grunt, which was followed by a thick jet of cum shooting from his piss hole and splattering my face. I gasped with surprise, and the second spurt landed mostly in my mouth and on my chin. I finally managed to get my mouth back over the head of his cock just before the third spurt shot out and coated my tongue. I swallowed for what seemed like five or six times before he finally stopped pumping cum into my mouth.
Almost as if it were the expected thing, he pulled his cock back through the hole, zipped up, and left without a word. I realized the video I had started watching had finished, and my booth was now pretty dark. I fumbled around for my second token, which I put into the slot, and just selected a video that, from the title, ‘The Black Impaler’ just sounded like it would be a woman getting fucked by a big black cock. As the video flickered into life, my cubicle was once again well illuminated. I grabbed some of the kitchen paper from the roll on the wall next to the screen and began a little mopping up process as best I could with no mirror. I had cum on my face, possibly in my hair, on my breasts, and on one of my arms.
Midway through my mini clean-up, I heard the door of the booth next to me open and close with a click of the lock. I froze for a moment, looking at the holes, expecting to see a pair of eyes looking through at me. What I eventually saw was a long, thick, and hard black cock sliding through one of the holes. “OMG!” I thought to myself as my jaw dropped open. It was truly amazing. Pole straight, a thick, veiny shaft, and a big purple head. I had to have it, regardless of the fact that I was already a mess and my knees were sore from kneeling on the floor. I shuffled forward and gently wrapped a hand around the shaft. It throbbed as I stroked it, and I felt the blood surging through the big, thick veins along his shaft.
My mouth was drooling, and I gently wrapped my lips around the big head and began to lick and suck it while I carried on stroking his cock. I kept pausing as I sucked, trying to produce as much saliva as I could, which I dribbled out onto his shaft and rubbed in with my hand. I wanted this lovely cock lubed up as much as I could to help me get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. When his cock was all sticky with my saliva, I started taking him deeper into my mouth. My lips stretched as they rolled over the ridges of his veins, and my mouth was so full that I thought I would choke. Never the less, I sucked that monster for all I was worth, minute after minute.
After what felt like fifteen or twenty minutes, it didn’t feel like the stranger was anywhere near ready to cum, and my neck and jaw ached, not to mention the fact that my knees were killing me. I couldn’t go on for much longer, but I still wanted to feel that cock inside me. I pulled my head off the stranger's shaft, took a few deep breaths, put my mouth in the other hole in the wall, and said, “I can’t suck any more. Please, come and fuck me!” I heard the stranger on the other side of the wall chuckle a little before he told me to unlock my door.
I stood up and unlocked my booth door, then stepped back. Seconds later, the black stranger from next door walked in. It was Zac, the guy from behind the counter in the sex shop I’d spoken to when I came in. He was fully clothed, but only seconds after he walked in did he unzip his pants and free the huge cock that I’d just been sucking through the hole. He placed his hands on my shoulders and maneuvered me around so I was bent over the chair, facing towards the door of the booth, and he was standing behind me. Zac urged me to spread my legs a little more than they were, and then I felt his hand on my soaking wet pants, pulling them to one side, and then his cock head rubbing up and down my pussy slit.
Zac didn’t waste any time with pleasantries, and then again, I had just asked, practically begged, him to come and fuck me as he began pushing his rock-hard cock into my pussy, stretching my pussy lips. Although he was huge, I gave very little resistance as I was soaking wet down there, and he slowly slid his cock deep into my love hole. Despite my state of arousal and lubrication, it still hurt a little when he shoved the last few inches in, but I loved the feeling of fullness within my pussycat, his big cock throbbing, and the tip of it teasing my cervix.
Zac gripped my hips and began to thrust his cock in and out of me, each thrust slow and deep, stretching my vaginal walls, which were gripping his thick shaft hard. As he fucked me, I heard some chatter and couldn’t work out where it was from until Zac told me to look to my right. I looked to my right and saw the holes in the wall of my booth. I gasped when I saw two pairs of eyes looking through the holes, watching me being fucked from behind. My insides throbbed with excitement. Two, what I imagined to be, dirty old men, probably playing with their cocks, watched me being fucked by a big black cock in a sleazy video booth.
“Oh Christ! Yessssss! Fuck me harder!” I shrieked at Zac as I continued to stare at the two sets of eyes looking at me. Zac needed no second request. He gripped my hips tightly and began fucking me harder; each thrust was accompanied by a gasp from me and a slapping of his hips against my buttocks. As Zac fucked me, I could picture the scene those two guys were looking at, and the thoughts of it almost made me cry. My body was throbbing and tingling all over as Zac’s thrusting pounded my pussy, which was now beginning to contract around his cock. My pre-orgasmic tremors were beginning deep inside me, and my pussycat felt like there was a fire in it, the heat radiating through my body.
I gripped onto the chair tighter, so tightly that my fingers hurt, and closed my eyes, no longer looking at the two sets of eyes. Zac’s thrusting got even quicker and harder, and I knew I was close to having an orgasm. That was when I felt a hand on the side of my face, which then slid under my chin, lifting my head up a little. I opened my eyes and saw two old guys standing before me. In the heat of the situation, I hadn’t even noticed that when Zac had entered my booth, he hadn’t bothered locking the door. “Oh Fuck!” I thought to myself, realizing it must be the two guys who had been watching me.
I wanted to shriek and tell Zac to stop, but the sight of those two old men standing before me furiously stroking their hard little cocks was so arousing that I just smiled at them for a couple of seconds, and then I opened my mouth, offering it to them to shoot their cum into. The two of them smiled at me and stepped forward a little more, and a couple of seconds later they both came, spraying my face and filling my mouth with spurts of watery cum. One of them pushed his cock into my mouth, shooting a few squirts down my throat, his abdomen pressed against my face, and my nose buried in his pubic hair.
Again, as he pumped his cum into me, I smelled the same odor I’d smelled on the first guy, but before my brain could recognize it, he pulled his cock out, and they both zipped up and left. I was left bent over the chair, cum dripping from my face, and Zac pumping my pussycat with his big cock. I was close to the edge and was now begging Zac to fill my pussycat full of cum. He pounded me even harder—several savage thrusts—and I was gone. My orgasm exploded inside my womb, surging through my body. My pussy contracted, almost vice-like, around Zac's cock, and I felt him explode inside me, pumping his cum deep into my womb.
After what seemed like only a minute, Zac withdrew his cock and zipped up. “I’ll leave you to clean up,” he casually said as he walked past me and out of my booth. After Zac had left, I sat down on the chair and breathed heavily while I recovered a little. My legs were shaking, and my body was still quivering. As I sat there, I felt Zac’s cum dribble from my pussycat into the gusset of my pants, and I looked down. My breasts were covered in cum, and I knew my face was too. I kind of wished I could be looking in a mirror to see what I looked like. Then I remembered that my coat was hanging up and that I had brought my mobile phone with me. I retrieved it and turned on the camera mode, set to selfie. My eyes almost popped out when I saw the image of myself. My hair and makeup were both a mess, and my face was covered in cum. I have no idea why, but I took a photo, possibly not believing that the cum-covered slut I was looking at was me.
Once again, I grabbed some kitchen paper and cleaned up as best I could before grabbing my bra from the floor, replacing it, and then donning my coat. Despite my efforts, I knew I looked a mess and was going to have to walk back to my car with people seeing me. The thought terrified me but also excited me. I looked at the time and saw that it was getting close to 7 p.m.; at least I had time to get home before my husband and get cleaned properly, I thought to myself. I wandered out of the cubicle and back into the store. There was no sign of Zac; instead, Gemma, the girl I had seen the last time I was in, was behind the counter.
Gemma recognized me and smiled before asking me if I’d had fun and telling me she hadn’t thought it would be long before my curiosity got the better of me, and I tried out the booths when she had shown me around several weeks ago. I could feel myself blushing and had no choice but to tell her I had indeed. “I hear you have met Zac.” She said, “He has quite some cock, hasn’t he? He’s fucked me several times,” she continued, laughing. Again, I blushed; however, her next comment made my blood chill. “You made a few of the homeless guys happy too,” she casually said.
I stared at her. “How do you mean?” I desperately asked.
Gemma explained to me that the owner of the shop had been homeless many years ago when he lost his first business and wife, and now that he was once again successful, he did all he could to help them. “We let them in once a month, providing they are clean; there’s a shelter not far from here where they get cleaned up.” Gemma told me. It suddenly hit me. The odor I’d smelt on a couple of the guys pubic hair. It was the liquid soap we used in the showers in the shelter. It was antibacterial and non-fragranced, but it had a chemical smell to it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized it.
I bid Gemma farewell and left with her, telling me that she would see me soon. As I walked back to my car, I saw a couple of homeless guys on the street near the sex shop and wondered if any of them had been the cocks I’d been sucking. I smiled and thought of the irony. Despite leaving the shelter, I was still providing a service to the homeless. I liked that, and I liked feeling like a slut. I knew I’d be going back to the sex shop with a real purpose in the future. “Am I now out of control?” I asked myself.
In addition to that disappointment, I was about to get another huge one. Maxine, my friend and owner of the shelter, had told everyone she needed us to stay after the shelter closed if we could, as she had something to talk to us about. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, as she had confided in me a couple of weeks before. Due to the fact that her mother was very unwell and Maxine herself wasn’t getting any younger, she had decided the burden of the shelter was something that she needed to shed. I had told her at the time I didn’t blame her, as, of course, ****** must come first and Maxine was very close to her mom.
Sure enough, when the evening came, Maxine announced that she had indeed sold the shelter; however, the good news was that she had sold it to a couple who were going to continue running it as a shelter and were even looking into the feasibility of having it open for overnight stays too. They already had a number of volunteers, sourced from another shelter they ran, but were very keen to take on anyone from the current crop of volunteers who would like to continue, and had asked that anyone wanting to meet them let Maxine know, and she would arrange it.
For my part, I didn’t really like the idea of staying with new people, primarily because some of my activity at the shelter was of a sexual nature, which was fine while Maxine was at the helm, but I wouldn’t even contemplate making the new owners aware of my liaisons with several of the patrons. So Maxine and I had a drink after her briefing, which very nicely led to a little bit of lesbian fun, which Maxine made a point of emphasizing she wanted to continue with me. So although I was potentially losing a very good source of extra marital cock, I took some solace in the fact that I’d still be seeing my flame-haired female lover every so often.
I told Maxine at the time I would make that weekend my last at the shelter so I’d be well out of the way before the new owners began making visits and getting to know the staff and patrons. It had only been a few days since then, and I was now sitting at work reflecting on my life, or more to the point, my sexual life. Sex at home was still great, and my husband Ted was certainly enjoying having my ass on a fairly frequent basis. Even though I tried to deny him unless it was a special occasion, I enjoyed being fucked in the ass a lot, so I was really only denying myself, and as I currently wasn’t getting it from anyone else, I decided that would be foolish.
However, what I couldn’t get away from was the fact that over the last few months I’d enjoyed extra marital cock on many occasions, and although I hated myself for it, I knew it would be impossible to stop. There was something I really enjoyed about being used by men and treated in a way, often a quite rough way, that my husband never would. Our sex and lovemaking were always very sensual; even when he fucked me anally, he was still fairly gentle, ensuring he never hurt me. So as I now sat alone in my office, my thoughts were of how I could continue without risking too much now that the shelter wasn’t an option. As I pondered, I even trawled through a few websites that offered no complicated sex, but they required a lot of registration, and I wasn’t prepared to do that.
Purely by chance, I was looking through my desk drawers when I saw my tube of anal lube, which I had bought at the sex shop, just a short walk from my work building, and my mind went back to Gemma, the lovely girl who worked there and who showed me around. She had shown me some video booths with holes in the sides where people often went to enjoy sex while being watched, and she even allowed people, mainly men, to join in. Surely it wouldn’t be that simple for a single woman, would it? I thought to myself. I tried to focus on work but couldn’t get the shop and Gemma out of my mind. I looked at the time. It was a little before 5 p.m., and Ted, my husband, wouldn’t be home until about 8 p.m. that evening, so I figured I might have time to walk down to the sex shop and see if I could suss things out a little.
Although it wasn’t winter, there was a fresh wind in the air, and I had a thin, long raincoat with me. For some reason, I decided to remove my work dress and just put on my coat, probably thinking that if anything were to happen, I didn’t want any stains on my dress. Once I’d fully buttoned up my coat, no one would have known I was just in a bra and pants beneath. As I made the short walk to the sex shop, my heart began to beat faster, and the cool air rushing up my coat, combined with me imagining people looking at me and knowing I only had lingerie on beneath my coat, somehow turned me on a little.
When I entered the shop, I was immediately unnerved as I saw that Gemma wasn’t working behind the counter; instead, he was a large black guy I had never seen before. He must have sensed that I was nervous as he greeted me with a big smile and a very nice "hello, my name is Zac; have you been here before?” I nervously and quietly told him I’d been just once before to purchase something, and he asked me if I needed any help finding what I needed. I looked around and saw it was quiet—just a couple of guys browsing through a selection of videos.
“I erm! I’d like some tokens for the video booths.” I nervously told him. Zac asked me if I’d used the booths before, and I blushed a little as I told him I hadn't, but Gemma had shown me how they work. Zac smiled and slid a couple of tokens across the counter, telling me that there was no charge as it was my first time, and I may decide I didn’t want to stay very long. I took the tokens and went to the back of the store, pulled open the drapes that covered the entrance to the video booth corridor, and walked along to the very end. Although I was sure I wanted to go in, I was still nervous and wanted a booth with holes just on one side. As I walked along the corridor, I noticed more booths were occupied than were vacant, but thankfully one of the last ones was free.
I entered the booth and closed the door before taking off my coat and hanging it up. I knew the booth next door was occupied, as I’d seen the door closed when I walked past. My booth was now pretty dark as I hadn’t yet activated the screen, and I thought this was the best chance of seeing who was next door without them being able to see me. I sat down on the chair, so my head was pretty much level with the two holes in the wall through to the next booth. I couldn’t see too much of what was going on, so I leant forward so my head was lower than the holes.
Looking upwards through one of them, I could see the video playing of a woman masturbating, and when I looked through the other hole, I could see a guy standing up and stroking his cock. It was rock hard, about seven inches long and really thick, and I could just about make out that the head was glistening a little, I guessed from his pre-cum leaking. He was stroking it pretty rapidly, and I could hear him breathing quickly and letting out little moans. I just stared at it, my mouth salivating, wishing I was sucking it. I thought about leaning closer to one of the holes so he would see me and hopefully push it through the hole for me to suck it, but before I had a chance to move, I heard him grunt and saw thick ropes of cum spurting from the end of his cock. He kept jerking it, shooting about five or six thick jets of cum before he finally let out a sigh. He grabbed some kitchen tissue from a roll and wiped his cock before he wiped up a little, then zipped up his pants before leaving his booth.
The sight of him shooting his cock had my mouth drooling and my insides fluttering. I reached down and felt the gusset of my pants; it was soaking. I couldn’t wait any longer and dropped a token into the slot by the side of the TV screen. It flickered into life, illuminating my booth, and I browsed the menu. I found a video titled 'Big Cocks and Cumshots', which I selected. The video began, and after just the first minute, a guy with a huge cock shot his load, followed by another clip of pretty much the same. As clip after clip of guys stroking their cocks and shooting big cum shots, my mouth drooled even more. I’d never seen so much cum; I didn’t even know guys could shoot that much.
I pushed a hand down my pants and began to rub myself while continuing to watch the video. I was soaking wet, and my clitoral area was already swollen. I imagined every cum shot on the video spurting into my mouth, and I licked my lips as the clips rolled on. Suddenly I heard a voice call out, "Wow, hot man, let's see those big tits, lady.” I looked to the side and saw a pair of eyes looking through one of the holes in the wall of my booth. They were dull blue and had crows feet around them. I imagined they were older men. The thought of a dirty old cunt asking to see my tits aroused me, and I reached around, unclipped my bra, and let it fall, exposing my C-cup breasts to him. The groan of pleasure he let out made me smile; I was clearly making his day.
He watched me for a while, the flesh of my breasts wobbling as I rubbed my pussycat, and I tried not to look at him as I wanted to watch the video. After a minute or so, he called out to me again, “Hey lady, come closer. I want to feel those tits.” I looked towards the holes and saw he was still looking through one, but he had his arm poked through the other, his boney fingers clawing at the air, trying to reach my breasts. My insides fluttered again, and I slid my chair across the floor, bringing my body within reach of his hand and offering my breasts to him. His eyes widened and sparkled a little when he saw I was obeying his command, and his cold, boney fingers grasped one of my breasts.
The old man pawed at my breast, his boney fingers digging into the soft flesh of my C-cup breasts, and he occasionally pinched and tugged on my nipple. He alternated between my breasts, giving them equal attention with his hand, for a couple of minutes. My nipples were stinging from his treatment, and the tingles within them radiated through my body. He suddenly asked me to come closer and face the wall, and when he saw I was following his direction, his eyes vanished from the hole, replaced by another boney hand and skinny arm sliding through towards me. Both his hands now found my breasts, and he squeezed them hard. I heard him groaning with pleasure on the other side of the wall, and it made me thumb my clitter harder.
A couple more minutes passed by, and he stopped, pulling his arms back through the holes. I had mixed feelings as I had been enjoying this stranger, almost abusing my body, even though it made me feel dirty and cheap. I heard him moving around and wondered what he was doing. Then I wondered no more as his hard cock slid through one of the holes. It was long and thin with a big head, pre-cum dripping from his piss hole. “Suck it! Suck me off!” I heard him growl through the wall. My heart raced, my insides throbbed, and my mouth drooled as I leant forward and took the big sticky head of his cock into my mouth.
As I began to suck on his cock, his pre-cum coated my tongue, making my taste buds tingle, and my pussy juice gushed as I continued to finger myself. My neck hurt from the angle I was at, so I pushed my chair back and kneeled on the cold, hard floor. I grasped his cock and squeezed it as I sucked him, making it swell in my mouth even more. Once again, my mind fought against my body. I felt like a cheap slut, kneeling in a grotty booth, sucking a stranger's cock, but my body craved the feelings I was having. My body was winning the battle of wits, and I sucked harder, taking as much of the stranger's cock into my mouth as I could, and very soon my efforts were rewarded. I heard him grunt through the wall, and his cock erupted, spurting jets of hot, sticky cum into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed.
My stranger had barely stopped shooting his cum; his cock was still a little hard even before he pulled it from my mouth. I heard him shuffle around and zip up his pants, then I heard his booth door open, and he was gone. Not a word! I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. I thought he would have at least thanked me, but no. I’d hardly finished smarting over the way he had treated me when I heard the door to the same booth slam shut and then some quiet voices. I put my head closer to the holes in the hope that I could hear what was being said. However, as my face got closer, I was met by the sight of a semi-hard cock coming through one of the holes. Although it wasn’t fully hard, I could tell it was just average size, a little smaller than the old men had been, although it was a lot thicker.
I gazed at the new cock for a few seconds, probably expecting someone to speak, but there was nothing, just silence. I leant forward and took it in my mouth, sucking gently as I felt it start to swell in my mouth, spurred on by the faintest hint of a groan from the other side of the wall. As I faced the wall, the cock that I was sucking was poking through the hole on my left, and as I continued to suck, a long, thick flaccid cock snaked its way through the hole to my right. I reached out my right hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, feeling it throb as it began to grow as I stroked it.
The guy whose cock I was sucking pushed his cock deeper into my mouth; his abdomen must have been against the wall, as I could see his nest of curly pubic hair in the aperture of the hole. I took his cock deep—so deep that his pubic hair tickled my nose. It has a strange smell—not an unpleasant smell, but not fragrant. It was a smell I thought I recognized but couldn’t place. Before I could think about it, I was aware that the cock I had been stroking was now hard and throbbing. I briefly looked across and saw how long and thick it was—maybe nine inches in length—and my hand was only just wrapped around the girth.
I was tempted to switch and start sucking on the big cock I now had in my hand, but before I had a chance to move, I heard the guy whose cock I was sucking begin to groan, and his cock swelled, becoming a little harder in my mouth. I took it deep, the tip of it almost touching the back of my throat, and held it there. Seconds later, I was rewarded with spurts of hot cum shooting right into my throat and quickly sliding down into my stomach. His cum was warm and watery but plentiful, and I really enjoyed the feeling of it filling my stomach.
Once again, as with the previous guy, he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth, and it disappeared through the hole. The large cock also slipped from my hand, and I thought the guy was also going to leave. I heard the door of their cubicle open and then close. Seconds later, the large cock slid back through the hole nearest to me, slightly bobbing up and down. I grasped it with both hands and wrapped my lips around the huge head, which almost filled my mouth. I spent several minutes sucking on it and pushing my tongue into the big piss hole. I pumped his thick shaft with both hands as I sucked the big head of his cock, and every so often I flicked it with my tongue.
His cock was swelling more and more, getting harder and thicker as blood surged through the big veins running along his shaft. I heard him start to gasp and groan, and his cock became rock hard. I pulled my head back a little so I could see the head. His huge piss hole was opening up even more, pre-cum flowing like a river. I momentarily gazed at it, and he suddenly let out a big grunt, which was followed by a thick jet of cum shooting from his piss hole and splattering my face. I gasped with surprise, and the second spurt landed mostly in my mouth and on my chin. I finally managed to get my mouth back over the head of his cock just before the third spurt shot out and coated my tongue. I swallowed for what seemed like five or six times before he finally stopped pumping cum into my mouth.
Almost as if it were the expected thing, he pulled his cock back through the hole, zipped up, and left without a word. I realized the video I had started watching had finished, and my booth was now pretty dark. I fumbled around for my second token, which I put into the slot, and just selected a video that, from the title, ‘The Black Impaler’ just sounded like it would be a woman getting fucked by a big black cock. As the video flickered into life, my cubicle was once again well illuminated. I grabbed some of the kitchen paper from the roll on the wall next to the screen and began a little mopping up process as best I could with no mirror. I had cum on my face, possibly in my hair, on my breasts, and on one of my arms.
Midway through my mini clean-up, I heard the door of the booth next to me open and close with a click of the lock. I froze for a moment, looking at the holes, expecting to see a pair of eyes looking through at me. What I eventually saw was a long, thick, and hard black cock sliding through one of the holes. “OMG!” I thought to myself as my jaw dropped open. It was truly amazing. Pole straight, a thick, veiny shaft, and a big purple head. I had to have it, regardless of the fact that I was already a mess and my knees were sore from kneeling on the floor. I shuffled forward and gently wrapped a hand around the shaft. It throbbed as I stroked it, and I felt the blood surging through the big, thick veins along his shaft.
My mouth was drooling, and I gently wrapped my lips around the big head and began to lick and suck it while I carried on stroking his cock. I kept pausing as I sucked, trying to produce as much saliva as I could, which I dribbled out onto his shaft and rubbed in with my hand. I wanted this lovely cock lubed up as much as I could to help me get as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. When his cock was all sticky with my saliva, I started taking him deeper into my mouth. My lips stretched as they rolled over the ridges of his veins, and my mouth was so full that I thought I would choke. Never the less, I sucked that monster for all I was worth, minute after minute.
After what felt like fifteen or twenty minutes, it didn’t feel like the stranger was anywhere near ready to cum, and my neck and jaw ached, not to mention the fact that my knees were killing me. I couldn’t go on for much longer, but I still wanted to feel that cock inside me. I pulled my head off the stranger's shaft, took a few deep breaths, put my mouth in the other hole in the wall, and said, “I can’t suck any more. Please, come and fuck me!” I heard the stranger on the other side of the wall chuckle a little before he told me to unlock my door.
I stood up and unlocked my booth door, then stepped back. Seconds later, the black stranger from next door walked in. It was Zac, the guy from behind the counter in the sex shop I’d spoken to when I came in. He was fully clothed, but only seconds after he walked in did he unzip his pants and free the huge cock that I’d just been sucking through the hole. He placed his hands on my shoulders and maneuvered me around so I was bent over the chair, facing towards the door of the booth, and he was standing behind me. Zac urged me to spread my legs a little more than they were, and then I felt his hand on my soaking wet pants, pulling them to one side, and then his cock head rubbing up and down my pussy slit.
Zac didn’t waste any time with pleasantries, and then again, I had just asked, practically begged, him to come and fuck me as he began pushing his rock-hard cock into my pussy, stretching my pussy lips. Although he was huge, I gave very little resistance as I was soaking wet down there, and he slowly slid his cock deep into my love hole. Despite my state of arousal and lubrication, it still hurt a little when he shoved the last few inches in, but I loved the feeling of fullness within my pussycat, his big cock throbbing, and the tip of it teasing my cervix.
Zac gripped my hips and began to thrust his cock in and out of me, each thrust slow and deep, stretching my vaginal walls, which were gripping his thick shaft hard. As he fucked me, I heard some chatter and couldn’t work out where it was from until Zac told me to look to my right. I looked to my right and saw the holes in the wall of my booth. I gasped when I saw two pairs of eyes looking through the holes, watching me being fucked from behind. My insides throbbed with excitement. Two, what I imagined to be, dirty old men, probably playing with their cocks, watched me being fucked by a big black cock in a sleazy video booth.
“Oh Christ! Yessssss! Fuck me harder!” I shrieked at Zac as I continued to stare at the two sets of eyes looking at me. Zac needed no second request. He gripped my hips tightly and began fucking me harder; each thrust was accompanied by a gasp from me and a slapping of his hips against my buttocks. As Zac fucked me, I could picture the scene those two guys were looking at, and the thoughts of it almost made me cry. My body was throbbing and tingling all over as Zac’s thrusting pounded my pussy, which was now beginning to contract around his cock. My pre-orgasmic tremors were beginning deep inside me, and my pussycat felt like there was a fire in it, the heat radiating through my body.
I gripped onto the chair tighter, so tightly that my fingers hurt, and closed my eyes, no longer looking at the two sets of eyes. Zac’s thrusting got even quicker and harder, and I knew I was close to having an orgasm. That was when I felt a hand on the side of my face, which then slid under my chin, lifting my head up a little. I opened my eyes and saw two old guys standing before me. In the heat of the situation, I hadn’t even noticed that when Zac had entered my booth, he hadn’t bothered locking the door. “Oh Fuck!” I thought to myself, realizing it must be the two guys who had been watching me.
I wanted to shriek and tell Zac to stop, but the sight of those two old men standing before me furiously stroking their hard little cocks was so arousing that I just smiled at them for a couple of seconds, and then I opened my mouth, offering it to them to shoot their cum into. The two of them smiled at me and stepped forward a little more, and a couple of seconds later they both came, spraying my face and filling my mouth with spurts of watery cum. One of them pushed his cock into my mouth, shooting a few squirts down my throat, his abdomen pressed against my face, and my nose buried in his pubic hair.
Again, as he pumped his cum into me, I smelled the same odor I’d smelled on the first guy, but before my brain could recognize it, he pulled his cock out, and they both zipped up and left. I was left bent over the chair, cum dripping from my face, and Zac pumping my pussycat with his big cock. I was close to the edge and was now begging Zac to fill my pussycat full of cum. He pounded me even harder—several savage thrusts—and I was gone. My orgasm exploded inside my womb, surging through my body. My pussy contracted, almost vice-like, around Zac's cock, and I felt him explode inside me, pumping his cum deep into my womb.
After what seemed like only a minute, Zac withdrew his cock and zipped up. “I’ll leave you to clean up,” he casually said as he walked past me and out of my booth. After Zac had left, I sat down on the chair and breathed heavily while I recovered a little. My legs were shaking, and my body was still quivering. As I sat there, I felt Zac’s cum dribble from my pussycat into the gusset of my pants, and I looked down. My breasts were covered in cum, and I knew my face was too. I kind of wished I could be looking in a mirror to see what I looked like. Then I remembered that my coat was hanging up and that I had brought my mobile phone with me. I retrieved it and turned on the camera mode, set to selfie. My eyes almost popped out when I saw the image of myself. My hair and makeup were both a mess, and my face was covered in cum. I have no idea why, but I took a photo, possibly not believing that the cum-covered slut I was looking at was me.
Once again, I grabbed some kitchen paper and cleaned up as best I could before grabbing my bra from the floor, replacing it, and then donning my coat. Despite my efforts, I knew I looked a mess and was going to have to walk back to my car with people seeing me. The thought terrified me but also excited me. I looked at the time and saw that it was getting close to 7 p.m.; at least I had time to get home before my husband and get cleaned properly, I thought to myself. I wandered out of the cubicle and back into the store. There was no sign of Zac; instead, Gemma, the girl I had seen the last time I was in, was behind the counter.
Gemma recognized me and smiled before asking me if I’d had fun and telling me she hadn’t thought it would be long before my curiosity got the better of me, and I tried out the booths when she had shown me around several weeks ago. I could feel myself blushing and had no choice but to tell her I had indeed. “I hear you have met Zac.” She said, “He has quite some cock, hasn’t he? He’s fucked me several times,” she continued, laughing. Again, I blushed; however, her next comment made my blood chill. “You made a few of the homeless guys happy too,” she casually said.
I stared at her. “How do you mean?” I desperately asked.
Gemma explained to me that the owner of the shop had been homeless many years ago when he lost his first business and wife, and now that he was once again successful, he did all he could to help them. “We let them in once a month, providing they are clean; there’s a shelter not far from here where they get cleaned up.” Gemma told me. It suddenly hit me. The odor I’d smelt on a couple of the guys pubic hair. It was the liquid soap we used in the showers in the shelter. It was antibacterial and non-fragranced, but it had a chemical smell to it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized it.
I bid Gemma farewell and left with her, telling me that she would see me soon. As I walked back to my car, I saw a couple of homeless guys on the street near the sex shop and wondered if any of them had been the cocks I’d been sucking. I smiled and thought of the irony. Despite leaving the shelter, I was still providing a service to the homeless. I liked that, and I liked feeling like a slut. I knew I’d be going back to the sex shop with a real purpose in the future. “Am I now out of control?” I asked myself.
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