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"Unknown caller." My heart jumped. It has been several days since my last call from Missy, and god, was I missing her. I had bought myself a new phone and had started to gradually get everyone to use my new number so I would have the old one just for her. However, it might still be someone else calling. "H-hello," I answered the phone.
"Let's go out tonight," I heard her familiar voice. My heart jumped again. Would I get to see her, finally, after all? Where would we meet? What would I wear?
"O-okay," I stammered, not sure if my excitement was showing. "Where are we going?"
The address she gave me was somewhere in downtown Denver. It was a longer drive there, but I wouldn't complain, being excited as I was. She told me to be there at 9 PM and send an email when I arrive.
I breathed hard when she hung up, my heart pounding in my chest. A thousand thoughts were racing through my head, the loudest of which was: This is getting real. I am going to meet this person, going out on a date. Am I gay now? Is that a lesbian thing? What... would she be like? What would I do? What if someone I know sees us? And god, what am I going to wear?
For some reason I was more nervous meeting her than I had ever been dating a man. I was determined to make myself as presentable as possible, but at the same time didn't even know what that meant with a woman. Would she even care about my boobs, my butt, my lips? Would I care?
No, I thought. I don't really care all that much what she looked like. It was her personality, her voice, her... dominance... that made me all soft and wet with her, and her looks were secondary. So I figured, I would just wear something that would make me feel good about myself.
I have a yellow dress, something like a tube dress, but with very short sleeves, that for some reason always is the first choice I think of when I want to dress up. It's tight, and fits me just so very well that it looks as if it was made to my measurements. Aside from that, it was cut just deep enough to show the amount of cleavage that keeps you wanting for more, and in the back it was slit until just below my butt cheeks, so that if I bent down in a certain position, it'd flash my panties. And yeah, I've practiced that position.
Not that I could wear panties, mind you. I didn't ask, but I just assumed that Missy's rules still applied, and so I just wore the dress and a pair of red high heels, some long pearl necklace and matching earrings and a little bit of tan lipstick and modest make-up. Also, as usual, I made sure to keep my new-found green toy in my handbag, the red one that matched the shoes.
It was a cool saturday night when I drove down into town. I had brought a jacket, just in case, but kept it on the seat as I was comfortable in the car. My GPS led me down South Broadway and I turned into a parking lot when I arrived at the address.
Strange. There was no restaurant around, and on the whole this looked like the seedier part of town. In fact, right across the street was an adult book store. I took out my phone and sent an email to Missy.
Seconds later she called. I had put on a bluetooth earpiece that I had bought just so I could have my hands free with her. "Are you there?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied and nodded. "But I don't know if I'm at the right place, there's..."
"Go into the sex shop," she interrupted me harshly.
I swallowed. This was not what I had imagined, but after all, last time she said I'd have to get some toys, right? "Yes, Ma'am," I said quietly. "What am I looking for?"
"A bigger toy, to begin with," she said. "Look for one that you think will fit you, then send me a picture."
I took a deep breath, then got out of the car and locked it, putting my jacket on. It wasn't all that cold, but suddenly I felt very exposed and vulnerable, and the jacket made me feel a little more hidden and protected. I crossed the street quickly and opened the door with shaking hands.
It was the first time I've ever been to an adult book store. I had no clue what the protocol was in these places, how I should act, what I should behave like. Inside, I passed a desk with a big, bored looking young woman behind it who didn't even look up from her tablet as I walked in. Several men were staring at aisles upon aisles of porn DVDs, everyone avoiding everyone else's gaze.
I looked around quickly and then hurried down an aisle that had more dildos on offer than I had ever thought possible. I don't know why, but for some reason I had always assumed that this was such a small market that there were maybe two or three different models, and so I was mesmerized at first at the assortment of colours, sizes and shapes.
I didn't have much to go by. My husband had been... average, I guess? I don't know. It had felt good, and I didn't think I'd need anything bigger, so I weighed a penis-shaped purple dildo in my hand and took a picture of it, for Missy.
"Alright," she said. "Now take one that's at least two inches bigger. You're not allowed to go any smaller than that. And you can keep this one as well, but I don't think you'll ever use it."
"Y-yes Ma'am," I whispered, afraid someone would hear me. The last place I wanted to be when they catch me talking to invisible people was this sex shop. I did as told and choose a larger, black dildo, which was vaguely penis-shaped as well, but smooth and straight, with a stylized mushroom head on top. I swallowed hard when I looked at it, not expecting two inches to make that much of a difference.
"I-I've found one," I reported back, clutching both of the packages tight against my chest.
"Good," Missy replied. "Go pay for them, and ask where the booths are, and if one of them has a hole."
I was confused, not knowing what she was talking about, but I didn't want to get into a discussion around here, so I just went up to the front desk again. The young woman took a moment to realize I was waiting for her, then she looked up from her tablet game and nodded. "Those two?" she asked, pointing at the plastic cases in my arm.
I nodded back, handing them over reluctantly. What would she be thinking about me? Does she compare sizes to women? Or maybe not, she didn't look like the kind of person who cares much about her job. "That'll be 47.68," she said.
I nodded, taking out my purse. When I grabbed my credit card, I hesitated. Did I want this to show up on my account? Would anyone care? I went through my cash fold, already knowing that I didn't carry enough money to make that purchase. Sighing, I handed over the card. Who would get a look at my account anyway, right?
"A..." I croaked as she completed the purchase. I cleared my throat, then tried again: "Ah, sorry, but I was wondering where the booths are?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Over there on the back, around the corner," she replied, pointing.
I nodded. "Ah, and... does one of them have, like, a hole?" I asked again.
She smirked, suddenly sizing me up. "Mh, you're looking for a party, huh?" she asked. I just stared back at her, trying not to look too confused. "Booth 7 is the one you want," she said. "House rules say you need to have a film running at all times, but they make exceptions for women, especially when they're good."
She handed me back my card and a plain, black plastic bag with my purchases in them. "Th-thank you," I said, almost dropping my purse as I tried to put everything back in my handbag. With trembling knees and beating heart I walked down to where she had pointed.
There was a separate area of the store that was only dimly lit, with a few pink flourescent lights, lined on both sides with red doors that looked like they would lead to bathroom stalls. Each door had a small lamp above it, and a number. I figured the ones that were lit were occupied, so I headed for Nr. 7. It was locked and the lamp was on.
I stood there, waiting, suddenly feeling like I was on display. There were moans coming from behind the closed doors, all from erotic movies, I assumed, when a man came into the booth section as well, standing a little ways from me, waiting as well. While I was still wondering why he wouldn't just go to any other empty booth and what was so special about this one, another guy showed up, waiting behind the first one.
I grew mighty uncomfortable, but didn't dare to speak to Missy, afraid they'd notice. Suddenly, the booth next to Nr. 7 opened and an older man came out, still zipping his pants. I stumbled back, trying not to touch him as he passed, when Nr. 7 opened up as well and I looked into the eyes of a young guy, maybe in his 20s, with faintly asian features. He quickly looked away and hurried down the line of people and I went inside and shut the door behind me.
Catching my breath, I leaned against the door from the inside for a moment. "I'm in the booth," I whispered into my earpiece. The smell of the place was very distinct and took my breath away. It was sharp, slightly sour, tart, with a hint of disinfectant and cleaning perfume. In the dim light I could see paper towel dispensers, a waste bucket with several towels in them, and a leather seat with a screen above. To the left and right side were small metal sliders at waist height.
"Good," she replied, "does it have holes?"
"I think that's what this is," I said, touching one of the sliders and pushing it. It was slick and sticky, and I noticed some dried stains underneath it, with a few fresher ones running down the wall. Behind it was an opening that led into the adjacent booth. "Yes..." I said dryly, starting to realize what was going on in here.
"Very good," she said satisfied. "Now serve every one that comes through there."
I paused. This was not what I had expected. She wanted to... use me. Abuse me. Turn me into a cheap whore. Worse than a whore - just a free bitch that anyone could have a go at without so much as a wink and a nod. I grabbed my handbag tight, my feelings in an uproar. All my self respect, all my dignity, everything I thought I was revolted at this. But god, just the thought of it made me so goddamn wet, so... hungry for sex! I caught myself drooling a little out the side of my mouth, when suddenly I could see a penis coming through the hole from the booth next door.
I stared at it in shock, as if I had never seen one before, then held my breath and touched it gently. It was half erect, and I could feel it grow harder and stronger in my hand, when suddenly I began to jerk it slowly.
Jocelyn, I thought. What are you doing? You're rubbing some stranger's cock in your hands!Who knows who it is, or where he's been with that? What if it's some nasty old guy? Or a dirty homeless man? Or a teenager? Would they let teenagers in here? What if it's your ex-husband? Or a neighbour? A client?
Carefully, I put down my bags and then dropped to my knees. The cock in my hands was now erect and I heard slight moaning from the other side. Leaning forward, I kissed the head gently, then let it slide into my mouth.
Jocelyn! What are you doing??? What would your mother say? Did she raise you like that? What would you say if one of the kids did this? What would your clients say if they heard about it? Or your friends at church?
I felt the cock run down into my mouth, rubbing against my gum while my tongue played with the head. Then I started taking it deeper, until it hit the back of my mouth, where it made me gag. My head began to move back and forth, trying to give him a the feeling of fucking me while I sucked at him gently.
I let go once more, my hand rubbing along the now slick shaft, jerking him a little before I put him back into my mouth. I kept sucking, kept jerking, kept taking him deep until my lips felt numb and I finally heard him breathing harder, soon followed with the sensation of something creamy and wet in my mouth, tasting... sour and tart, and making me gag.
"Remember to swallow," I heard Missy say who must've been listening in all this time. "You're here not for your own pleasure, but to serve. And good sluts swallow it all."
I swallowed hard, trying to get the harsh taste out of my mouth as quick as possible, when I heard the door of the other booth open and close, soon followed by another dick sticking through the hole.
It was a little smaller than the first, but thicker, and this time I started right away with my lips. He was breathing heavily and from what I could see he was a big guy, his belly keeping him from getting it all the way through the hole. I licked and sucked around his head, jerking him with three fingers while I took him as deep into my mouth as I could.
He came quickly but copiously, filling my mouth with hot sperm that tasted slightly better than the first time. I tried to swallow while he was still pumping it between my lips, feeling some of it run out at the side of my mouth and down my chin. I let it drip, licking the rest of it off his nut and swallowing it down.
On the other side of the booth, someone opened the second panel. Apparently I could serve two people at once in here, and the other ones were getting restless. I let go of the fat cock, which spilled some more as it pulled back, and turned to the second hole, where a really nice, long black cock was coming through.
It reminded me a little of my husband, except much longer, and I eagerly began sucking it, this time experimenting how far I could get it down my throat. He was a little aggressive about it as well, and thrust inside of me when I was already gagging, which pushed me beyond my boundaries. I learned that past the gag reflex, there was at least another inch, or two, that it could go down.
God, Jocelyn, how quick you've gone from self-respecting businesswoman to slutty cock-sucking whore. Have I always been like that? Was this what I secretly craved? Serving as a cum bucket for anonymous men?
The black guy took a long time to come, and when he did, it wasn't much. I rolled it around my mouth for a bit, trying to get the most of it and then, on a whim, let it run down my lips, enjoying the thought of looking messy from cum.
On the other side, another cock was already waiting. It was flaccid, and circumcized, and I gave it my best to bring it back up quickly. I began to get the hang of it, keeping an eye on the second hole while serving the first, and when a new cock appeared there, I tried to jerk it a little with my hand while my mouth was occupied.
He came in me, again and again, and I gargled his cum, making sure he could hear me well and clear. The other one was jerked so well that it just shot its load against the side of my head as I turned to face it. I didn't care. I didn't care and I actually enjoyed getting messed up from loads of cum, wearing it like a badge of pride.
Two more cocks. Two more mouthfuls of cum, rubbing the wet heads against my face afterwards, making sure to get the last drops on my skin. I sucked harder, deeper, faster, not caring anymore about my dignity or how tired my lips were. When I had to take a break, I used my hands, letting a few of them dump their messy stinking sperm on my face, getting a few splotches on my deep cleavage and pretty yellow dress.
God, I liked this. I unpacked my new big black friend and sat it on the slippery floor beneath me, quickly pushing it into my dripping - actually dripping - wet labia and riding it while I turned my attention back to the seemingly never ending row of new cocks sticking out of the walls. I began to ride the thick dildo deep up my cunt while I refined my technique, getting them to cum faster and faster, more and more into my wide open mouth.
I am Jocelyne's cum-guzzling whore mouth. Anyone can cum in me, dump their load down my throat and use me like they could never use their wifes, or girlfriends, or anyone. I am a 44 year old public fuck toy, and a bigger slut than you.
Finally I came too. I came hard, with someone's cock in my mouth, unable to enjoy it, just riding it out while I continued serving more and more men. Soon, I came again. And again. The big black dildo reached up inside me to places I didn't know existed, but I barely noticed it, focussing only on my mouth, when suddenly, an enormous orgasm just swept over me, out of nowhere, leaving me gasping for air on the floor, leaning against the seat while my pussy was twitching hard, gushing around the slick black rubber cock inside it, making me shake so hard I couldn't move for a while.
I just lay there, exhausted, catching my breath, watching the cocks retreat one by one. I wanted to get up, wanted to serve, but my body didn't obey me anymore. I am Jocelyne's totally fucked up nervous system.
When I could move again, I was still craving cum, licking some of the residue off the wall underneath the holes while I sent a message to Missy. "I'm done," it said.
"Very good," she wrote back. "Send me a picture and wait for further instructions."
Weakly, I held my phone in front of me, snapping pictures. Jocelyn, her hair all messy. Is that really cum sticking it together like that? How did that get there? What's all that goo around my lips? God, my dress is soaked? Never mind the makeup, it's running alright. I could probably rub all of that into my tits and they'd be nice and shiny.
I sent the pictures off to her, waiting, sitting in the quiet of the booth, revelling in the feeling, the smell, the memory. I am Jocelyn's new found hunger for cum.