A night at the bookstore

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A night at the bookstoreThere were 2 adult bookstores in or close to the town I lived in for many years. I lived close to one in a seedier area of town and there was one just outside of town. Either one offered some kind of action, something that would interest me. I also did my toy shopping there (but you knew that). The one outside of town was more progressive and up to date, it was also cleaner most of the time. That was the one where I met Jack. They each seemed to have their own crowd.Over the years of me being a slut I put time in at both places. There had been some surprises over time and in some cases, a few shocks. It was different because no one recognized me when I was dressed until it was too late to avoid backing out besides, inside a booth, most of the time I was just a willing mouth or ass on the other side of a glory hole. When that’s the only contact no one knows or cares, it’s just anonymous sex.I wanted the same thing they were there for, relief. I was there to suck cock or get fucked, most nights I got both and some it was a motel or being taken parking after, those were the fun nights. As I said in some of the other stories, on my nights out I tried to look good, it didn’t matter if I came home looking a wreck. When I got there I wanted to look good, I wanted the guys to want to shove a hard cock in me. Kind of a slut look seemed to do it best; short skirts or tight ones (also short), stockings, heels and sheer blouses (almost always white or beige) because wet cum showed up better on white material. If I left the booth for a little air and a short break I wanted to look used. With a quick glance I wanted it to be obvious that I’d been on my knees sucking and had missed catching a few loads in my mouth. There were very good nights that I’d stand outside having a smoke with the knees of the stockings ruined and dirty, my thighs slick with leaking cum (or a missed load back there) and the blouse wet with cum and sometimes, some nice wet spots on the skirt. It was all about advertising.I would occasionally wear shorts or slacks for an evening out. I made damn sure that the ass was good and tight. I knew I had a pretty good looking ass anyway. I wanted guys to check my ass out as I wiggled around in the store or bent over, I wanted them to bursa escort see the VPL’s without looking too hard. Or…I wanted them to know, at a glance, that I wasn’t wearing any panties under the shorts. Stretch material was very good; there was the advantage of getting them down or up quickly and they could look like they’d been painted on. I never went crazy on makeup; enough to look decent, after the first half hour of action it would be a mess anyway. I wasn’t going to a beauty contest; I was going out to get fucked and suck cock for an evening. Before Jack or some other longer term relationships, I would give out my phone number, as long as the guy was nice. This led to weekends, nights in motels and the occasional actual ‘date’ with dinner and the room after. These were times that I was dressing as requested by my ‘date’; I always tried to behave myself in public, made sure I gave him 100% of my attention and played the fem part to the hilt. There were times that we never made it past the parking lot (at least for the first one) and a few close calls along the way. This didn’t matter to me but, my ‘date’ wasn’t always comfortable being caught or the chance of being caught in the act. A quick blow job, while he was driving, was a different story and there were some truck drivers who were given a real eyeful once in a while. I’m pretty sure they enjoyed watching.There were some occasional surprises at the one store; the father of a guy I knew at school, an old teacher and some others. I would either see them in the sales area or (peeking through the glory hole) recognize them in the dimly lit booth. There were times that this was exciting as hell! If I’d wondered about them in school, now, I could find out…sometimes with disappointment. The new school librarian, from my high school years, wasn’t one of those disappointments.He was watching a gay video, I peeked and recognized him right away. I also remembered that he was a nice mouthful!Once I had his attention he pushed his cock through the glory hole and I went to work on it for a good while. He wasn’t that thick but all of 9 hard inches at least, it was beautiful.He had been the teacher monitoring detention one day and I ended up in there due to some problems earlier. It was bad enough that bursa escort bayan I was also going to get 6 whacks with the detention paddle. That wasn’t normally a very bad thing because the paddle was given over your clothes; I could handle that. The problem was the note which was sent home (in those days) then the follow-up phone call to make sure that the note got there. For me that was bad news…if you were punished at school, you were given double at home. The ones at home weren’t as easy. My father took you to the barn, you dropped everything and then bent over a low beam, hung on for dear life then were shown what a real paddling was! Dad would convert those 6 to 12 and I wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a while!I was the only one in detention that afternoon.By the time he showed up for the class it was after 4:30 and the school was completely empty. In good weather, by 4, even the custodians were gone.I’d wondered about this teacher, everyone thought he was a little ‘strange’ and I really didn’t want 2 paddlings in the same day…if I could get out of it! As I finished the blow job I thought about that spring afternoon……we had talked a little after he entered the room. I explained (when asked) the reason for the detention and he seemed sympathetic to a point. He had been standing a little to one side but right over me and pretty close. In the end he placed his one hand on my shoulder and explained that, it was his job to carry out the punishment. I knew that! I used the only thing at my disposal; I told him that I’d do ‘anything’ to get out of the paddling and the note…anything.He said he’d consider it, left the room then, came back 15 or 20 minutes later, closed the door and taped a piece of paper over the window of the door then locked it. He did get the paddle out of the desk which still didn’t look too good for my backside. We talked for a few minutes and it was pretty simple. I’d get 4 whacks, on my bare ass ‘after’ I did something for him. From the bulge in his pants I quickly figured out what that ‘something’ was…one hole or the other. The note would be somehow lost and no phone call would be made.Being a little slut, I slipped my hand up his leg and over the ‘bulge’ (he was sitting on the desk) he watched my hand then the bulge jumped escort bursa a little as I touched it. Placing his hand over mine and applying some pressure, he asked if I’d ever had one in my mouth? Without going into detail, of him maybe being in the high hundreds of cocks I’d sucked by then, I just nodded in reply. Each classroom had a ‘cloak’ room in the back of it; they were about twice the size of a phone booth. I followed him there, he turned on the light and closed the door. I was on my knees before he even got his pants down, had my hand around his cock and was working up some saliva. Fuck he was nice! Once I had him slicked-up I spent a little time kissing licking and sliding my tongue up and down that beautiful cock. He leaned against the wall and just let me do something that I loved with a lot of moaning and gasping. It was pretty clear to him that his wasn’t the first cock that had been in my mouth. After a while he asked me if I swallowed. I backed away and told him that I did and loved to do that then…went right back to work on him.When he got close (I could tell he was about ready anyway) he placed his hands on my head and just started fucking my mouth like hell! I did the best I could even though the head was being shoved in hard and I was gagging on him. In the end he backed off just a little, slowed down to enjoy the end of it and groaned like hell. I swallowed, choked a little and lost a little; I did get most of his load though. I tried to do a good job of cleaning him up even after he went pretty limp on me. I was told that it had been good and that I’d done a real good job of it. I remember him looking down at me and saying, “It’s a shame that I have to paddle you after that but…”I followed him to a desk, he had me take everything down and bend over for it. He did say that I had a cute ‘little backside’ as he caressed my pushed-out ass a little. The 4 whacks weren’t that bad; they did burn, they stung but, nothing like I would have been given by my father. When it was over I got dressed and walked home slowly, with the taste of his cum in my mouth. That night, in the booth, I put everything I had into that blow job as I remembered the past. Shortly after he came I had a little orgasm of my own, making a mess in my panties. I sat down, waited for the next guy and just let the nice little mess spread as I savored the taste of what I’d just swallowed, again. This time was different though; he had shot a massive load. Part of it was splattered on my blouse and chest.

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