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If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file. Stay in
school. Marry for love. Say no to drugs.
The following is a work of fiction containing scenes of graphic sex of
various kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird. The
actions depicted are not from or for real life.
Content is my own
(Monocle), copyright 2003, (as are the typos, and spelling & grammar
errors). Any resemblance to persons or events living or dead or stories
already written is purely coincidence. The reader is free and welcome to
copy and circulate this file in free legal forums, as long as this
disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the content are
made.
Hope you like it.
Monocle
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Show
Booth by Monocle - F-solo voy M+/F nc?
The best sex-show she's ever seen. Almost looks like it's not an act.
=|;-{
Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com
Other stories from Monocle can
be found at:
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web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/
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Show Booth
by Monocle
As usual in a new place, I'm nervous getting past the front desk and finding
an unoccupied booth in the dimly lit hallway. I see only the attendant and
one other patron before the door clicks shut. The narrow booth is
surprisingly clean - always a good sign. The musty, musky smell of these
places can never be eliminated, but fresh, cool air comes from well placed
vents to keep things under control. I catch sounds from the other side of
the covered window as I hang my jacket and purse on the door hook. I'm
already a bit excited as I feed in four tokens and the curtain on the other
side of the glass rises.
I find I arrived at just the right time. The show has just started. Four
reasonably handsome men are in the process of stripping a formerly
well-dressed woman. A pulled and torn business suit falls in pieces to the
slowly rotating, slightly sunken stage. The stage is surrounded by maybe two
dozen one-way mirrored windows hiding booths like mine. Almost all of them
have curtains up, meaning that a full audience is watching with me as the
woman, now naked save for stockings and high heels, puts on a good show of
struggling while being carried to a reclined, padded table at the stage
center. Three of the men lift her into place and hold her there, ignoring
shrill protests, while the remaining one disrobes. His already hard cock
springs from his pants, ready for action. The team of three ready the woman.
One holds her wrists, pulling arms over her head, while the other two each
take a flailing leg at the knee, and together bend her legs back and pull
them apart. She does a good job of acting scared, as the naked man
approaches her spread and vulnerable body. Nothing is hidden on the well lit
stage. Watching the scene sends delicious shivers up my spine. It is already
better than the small advertising blurb I'd unearthed had claimed.
The illusion is broken a bit by the ease with which he penetrates her. She
gives a convincing shriek, but has obviously prepared for the show. She's
well lubricated and he slides in easily. It doesn't matter much, though. My
hand slowly finds its way under my skirt's waistband and into my panties. I
start teasing myself as the stud fucks the red-faced woman while his buddies
hold her open to him. They don't just stand idly by, though, caressing her
body and groping her tits with free hands, heedless of her futile attempts
to avoid their touch and get away.
I almost miss his climax as the curtain begins to close, and curse as I take
my hands from myself and fumble more tokens into the slot. In the end I have
a good sidelong view as he grabs her tits, thrusts all the way into her and
pumps his load. The muscles of his stomach and ass stand out as he presses
himself as far into her quim as he can, and she trembles and shakes her head
as if her world were ending. Very nice touches, I think.
This is clearly one of the better shows I've seen in these secretive little
venues. Good acting, attractive players, no condoms, no stupid cumshots. The
tokens had been very expensive as they go, but it seemed well worth it so
far, and a sign had proclaimed the place's policy regarding buyback of
unused tokens. Not that I'd have any at this rate, but again, with the other
touches, it spoke to the better than average class of the establishment. I
relaxed a bit more, letting my hands find their places back on my body and
my allowing my attention center again on the stage.
The first guy pulls out and moves to trade places with the man on her left,
They switch control of her kicking leg maybe a little too easily, but I can
pretend its because they're so good and practiced at what they do. I'm
distracted anyway, because the stage has rotated so I can see her puffy
pussy and the thick white fluid dripping out of it. A little thrill goes
through me at the sight. Then my view is blocked by an ebony black ass as
the second man, now naked, steps between the splayed legs and thrusts
forward. Her body is hidden behind his broad shoulders, but I know he's
rooted himself when she shrieks and the muscles of her pulled apart legs
strain and tremble. The stage rotates her slowly back into view, and the
expression on her face, staring up into the dark visage plowing her, is
clearly worth the price of admission. I feel myself go buttery inside and my
fingers slip into my own folds. My other hand begins to rub my breasts
through my blouse. With the side view, I see this second man is longer and
thicker than the first had been. He fills her up nice and full, and churns
the forced out cum and other fluids into a frothy coating on their
rhythmically bumping pelvises. He takes a good several minutes to reach
climax, fucking her strong and steady the whole time. The look of flushed
horror on her face does not go away, even though it does lessen to a hollow
disbelief over time from that first instant I saw it.
He is almost facing my booth across her body when he buries himself to the
root and lets go. For a moment it's almost as if his eyes meet mine through
the mirror and my pussy lurches at the pretend connection, sweetened by the
hoarse cry sounding from the woman as she is inseminated a second time. God,
she's good. She almost makes me want to be her. But not really. That's what
these fantasies are for. This is why I came here to indulge instead of going
to some freak club or trolling the "wild side" want ads. Imagining it,
experiencing it vicariously, is what gets me off. Boy, does it! This time I
see the timer start flashing out of the corner of my eye, and dutifully feed
my tokens into the machine so my viewing won't be interrupted. My other hand
stays in my panties this time, gently stroking along my slit as the scene on
stage finishes up.
The black man finally pulls out and takes the place of the third stud,
restraining her arms above her head. He's short, but powerfully built. I'm
almost disappointed to see that the new guy's package is smaller than his
buddies'. His balls are big and heavy-looking though, and I imagine his
smaller, more pointed cock shoots like a fire hose. He dives
enthusiastically into her cum soaked pussy, though it can't be as much fun
for him as it was for the previous two. She has that disbelieving look on
her face at being taken by a third man so soon, but she'd been expecting it,
and does not react very strongly. After a few thrusts, however, Shorty pulls
out for a moment. At this signal, the two holding her bent legs pull them
back further and raise her lower body a bit as he lowers the angle of his
prick. I groan in quiet surprise and appreciation as his next thrust buries
him halfway into her ass. Her scream drowns my sounds out, which is a good
thing. I'm cumming as I watch the shaft force its way fully into her soft
back door. I hope the booth side walls are soundproof, but don't really
care. I buck into my fingers as he starts fucking her ass. He's plenty big
for that tight, seemingly little-used hole. He goes at it hard and fast, her
round rear jiggling and rippling with the repeated slapping impact of his
body. Her quavering wail rises and sustains as he jackhammers into her. He
doesn't last very long before giving her his sperm-enema, but they both put
on a great show.
When he plants himself in her rear and unloads, shock registers on her face
before the rotating stage turns her profile away from me. She makes me
believe she feels him jetting into her bowels, and I quake and contract as I
watch her. He stays there for what seems like a full minute, and I am
convinced he's spurting the whole time. When he does finally pull his
softening cock out, the stuff almost waterfalls onto the floor from between
her legs.
I take a moment to breathe, grabbing a few tissues from the well stocked
holder to dry off my brow and get a bit more comfortable as the men trade
places again.
They saved the best for last, apparently. My pussy spasms by itself when the
final guy gets naked. He's just huge. I thought he'd been wearing oddly
baggy pants, but it had been is long, fat cock tucked away. The panting,
sweaty woman doesn't appear to appreciate his meat as much as I do, though,
and her tired body puts on the requisite last attempt to get away as he
grabs her hips and lines up his penis - I chuckle with the though that the
machismo-laden euphemism "weapon" is probably appropriate here - with her
messy, used pussy. I have a good angle view as he starts forcing his way
into her. At first it looks like she won't accommodate him, but her lips
slowly flare open and stretch around his cock's pressing head. Previously
deposited semen oozes out around her stressed entrance as the massive rod
crams on in. Her near-hysterical cries send shudders up my spine. There's
got to be some authenticity in those sounds regardless of whether the woman
taking something that large is a seasoned pro. I perch on the edge of my
seat, knees wide, toes only touching the floor, with one hand buried in my
bush and the other under my bra. At least I'd had the foresight to try to
keep my skirt out of the way, since my panties are now soaked. I'll probably
have to take them off and leave them here when I leave - a gift for the next
patron. I was glad my skirt isn't _too_ short tonight.
It takes a long time - almost a full rotation of the stage for him to get
all the way into her. My supply of tokens dwindles. They both look exercised
by the time his pubic hair tangles with hers, but he is ready for more, and
she looks dazed and almost totally spent. The other men hardly have to hold
her now, as her 'fight' is gone. Her sweat and tear-streaked face shows
everything: discomfort, fear, horror, and, most impressive, humiliation of
arousal forced by relentless sexual stimulation. She deserves a sex-Oscar
award for her eyes alone. The subtlety and variety of her expression is
making this performance something I will not forget. Her body shudders as
the last stud pulls his shaft most of the way out of her, dragging against
her distended pussy walls, and then she jerks and moans in protest as he
stuffs his way back in.
He fucks her, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. It is
obvious he has to work at it, since he has a long way to pull back, and has
to overcome her resisting tightness every time he re-enters her. He is
growling and sweaty by the time his pace peaks, and her head lolls back as
if she can't hold it up any more. She is heedless of the semi-hard black
cock drooling against her cheek.
Now that the other men don't have to concentrate as much on restraining her,
they spend more time playing with her body. They squeeze her breasts and
pinch and pull at her nipples. One of them reaches down to tweak her clit as
the monster pulls out of her. The teasing pauses as the thick shaft plows
back in, and resumes as it withdraws. She makes noises to accompany the
none-to-gentle manipulations, and her body squirms weakly. I imagine I can
actually see the great cock-shaft intruding into her body. I didn't think of
her as slight when the show started, but she looks small compared to the
piston pumping in and out of her. I shudder as I watch, my hard nipples
almost as slick as my pussy, since I've been alternating my hands between
the junction of my legs and my breasts. I shove three of my fingers in and
out of my box in time to the fucking on the stage, biting my lip so I don't
make too much noise.
The rutting man barks something and the others stop molesting and go back to
simply holding the star of the show. The stud renews his grip on her hips
and changes his pattern. He piles into her hard, then pulls out more slowly,
tensing and preparing for another violent thrust forward. The force of the
second thrust sounds a loud slap of body on body. Her head snaps up despite
her evident exhaustion. I know that their eyes are meeting, even though the
back of her head is still towards me. His face is in plain view, and it is
obvious he's getting ready to cum. He slams forward and grinds his hips up
and down, buried to the hilt, almost certainly mashing and rubbing her clit
between them. Then he pulls back, and does it again. She screams with what's
left of her voice each time. She's straining against the grip of the men
holding her in final desperation, but it does her less than no good.
Then, his roar matches her scream, and he collides into her one last time.
His knuckles are white where they hold her. His leg muscles stand out and
his rear end tightens up as he rides up and down on the balls of his feet,
lifting and grinding against her body. The visual cues are so strong I can
almost feel his cum blasting into her from where I sit. She stares at him
with horror-filled glassy eyes. Her body trembles and jerks. Her stomach
muscles flex and clench, and an almost inhuman sound comes from her slack
mouth. She is cumming too, just as he fills her too full with his spunk. I
groan filthy things to myself and join them in my second climax, my pussy
clamping down on frantically working fingers while my other hand viciously
pinches a nipple.
I'm still frigging and flying as the curtain begins to sink again. I curse
louder as I release my breast and grope for my last few tokens, spilling
some on the floor. I slam a coin coated with my own juices into the slot,
but the curtain keeps falling. The tableau becomes fully blocked as I grab
another coin and put it in more carefully, but nothing happens. For a
heartbeat I pause confused about what to do next, right hand still working
between my legs, fingers deep in my hot slit.
I hear the booth door open behind me. It was supposed to be locked. Before I
can react, a hand clamps over my mouth, and another grabs my free arm
jarring the next token from my grip. Another pair of hands grab me from the
other side, and I am being lifted back up and over the booth's bolted-down
chair.
More arms wrap around my flailing legs as a low male voice speaks quietly
right into my ear, "We're glad you enjoyed the show. You're the next
attraction."
It finally hits me. In my mind's eye I see the woman's face as she orgasms
helplessly around the erupting mammoth cock. In a flash, the true meaning of
her expression comes into crystal clarity. My heated blood turns to ice. I
start to struggle frantically, but it's already far too late for that.
...End?
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Show Booth by Monocle
Feedback to: monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com
Other stories from Monocle can
be found at:
ftp: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/
web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Monocle/www/
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