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I love being a pervert. From going out to get massages, complete with the happy ending hand jobs
to taking the occasional bonus check and hiring an escort that has that look of the girl in school
that always thought I wasn't cool enough to talk to, much less fuck. I love getting off on all
sorts of new things and all kinds of situations. Most of all, I love married women, and public sex.
Married women are just ripe for the picking usually with husbands that just don't get what it is
they really want out of sex, or they're too afraid to really let their wives open up, or get into
swinging or swapping even. So they go out looking for a quick release and that's where I come in.
Public sex in incredibly hot as well to me. I can't imagine anything better than the trills of
possibly getting caught with my dick shoved up some girls pussy or in her mouth, in a parking lot
or movie theater. Then again, sometimes you specifically get an audience like at an orgy party
or, my personal favorite, an adult theater. This is a great place that married women, more often
than you would think, go to get a quick fix while their husbands are out with the guys.
Sometimes you go to adult bookstores and theaters, and they are the kind with an actual movie
theater in the back. A few rows of really shitty seats, and up front a few worn down ratty looking
couches. That's where the fun happens, because the women usually head up there, find a guy who's
rubbing his cock and offer to get them off. Within a few minutes, it's normal to find about 6 guys
circled around a married woman, or a bigger girl who guys would normally just not consider sexy for
the most part. They all take turns, and for the most part, any hole goes and all guys get to cum
once or twice, or more.
My personal preference though, is the bookstores that have movie booths. These I really love because
I know it's a married chick on the other side of one wall, watching a porno, and waiting for me to use
the little hole cut about waist height. Now, I know what you might be saying, how the fuck would I
know it's a woman? Well, you can't once you're dick is through the wall, but, if you play it right
and know the tricks, you can find tell tale signs, or, just wait in the parking lot until a woman
arrives, follow her in and watch which booth she goes into. That's my method. I won't go into the
one time I thought for sure it was a girl and found out. Well what the fuck ever, that's another
story.
This story is about a night I was extremely horny. This story is about a bonus check from work, with
no bills to pay. I trolled through the ads online looking for a special companion for the evening but
nothing really struck me as, well, fuckable. Then, I ran down my little list of massage places and
the only ones that weren't a bitch of a drive away, were not the best, and full of angry little asian
women who wanted $200 for a crappy hand job. I could drive 45 minutes though and have a smokin' blonde
let me tit fuck her for $80 but, that's alot of driving. What the hell.
I headed out, keys, jacket, money, and hardon all along with me. On the way out the east side
of town I saw the familiar lights of a adult bookstore I tend to stop at once in a while. I figured
I'd pop in, see if there was instead, anything really good on the shelves. Save the money for when I
was up for the drive more, or when there was something closer that I wanted to have make me cum.
I pulled into the parking lot, spun around and as always checked for cars I knew. Nothing more
embarrassing than walking into a porn shop to find your dad picking out "Black Shemales Volume 14".
Believe me. Awkward doesn't cover it.
I did notice one car that had some familiarity to it this night. A silver Chevy Malibu with a pink
Star sticker near the license plate. Couldn't quite place it but I knew it wasn't anyone in
my family or anyone I worked with so, whatever. I parked down a the far end with my car ass in, to hide
my bumper stickers that would let you know it was me. Got out and pulled my hood over my head and walked
into the store. Let me pause and tell you I really don't have a problem with going to a porn shop,
especially if it's one with a chance of fucking involved. Most of the people in this damn town and the
suburbs out here though, are all hypocrites and moral fuck-tards so, I would end up having to deal with
shit for weeks or months if I was recognized.
Then it hit me as I walked back past the silver Malibu, into the store. I've seen that car before.
It's parked down at the office park downtown. It's always right up next to the big doctors office
building. I put it out of my mind though. The car was familiar but I had no idea who it was.
I walk into the front area of the store, and see the normal clerk at the desk I always do. Very cute
little brunette girl. Piercings in her lip and ears, always reading some completely deep book, not
paying attention to the overweight hairy, un-hygenic truckers milling around the anal sex area of the
store. I flash her a quick smirk and continue on my way towards the rear of the store. Passing the
tranny aisle, into the lesbian section, and finally stopping near the door that goes into the other
half of the store. The clerk girl fires a smirk back at me and I step through into the booth area.
Walking back into the short hallway I glance at the bulletin board. It's full of numbers to call
if you want a blow job, but mostly that's just a guy looking to make some gas money at the truck stop.
It's full of pictures guys leave of their wives. Other guys come along, take them down, go into a booth
and do their business to some dudes wife. I love this place. Pervert heaven.
After the short hallway there's a sharp left turn you go around, and you're now at the beginning of
a longer path, that has booths on either side, much like the bathroom stalls you'd see in a public
restroom. Some places I've been to, the are floor to ceiling, and big enough for 3 or 4 people in
each. Most however, don't even keep doors on them, to try and limit the amount of actual fun you
feel comfortable having. This one happens to be a middle ground. They have about a 1 foot gap between
the bottom of the door and the floor, and the top is just about the level of my head. Actually I
think they have the same walls and doors as the restrooms in the Wal-mart down the street come to
think of it. Interesting trivia.
I pass by a booth and my toe taps into something unexpected. Looking down I see a brow purse with
a small star charm hanging off of one of the zipper handles. I think for a split second how odd that
is and then it finally all comes around. I've seen that bag. It belongs to a lady that works in
the same building as my mom downtown. Same company even. She's been to our house for dinner a few
times. I take a few seconds to look it over and really make sure, and try to convince myself I'm
just wishfully thinking that this gal is in the booth ready to have some fun. A giggle comes from
behind the door followed by a "sorry!", and I know beyond a doubt it's her by her voice.
I step into the next booth and slip a dollar into the machine on the wall. It fires up some porno
that I really couldn't care less about. The sounds instantly turn to a girl getting fucked hard
by 2 guys in what is supposed to be a school shower. Completely fake but the close ups of the cocks
slipping in and out of her pussy and mouth are enough to start me off. I drop my pants to my ankles
and start getting my hands all over my cock. A minute or so into it I hear a panel slide on the other
side of the wall. Looking down, the hole cut waist height in the wall is now completely open to the
other side and in comes a dainty finger. In these places, that's the signal that the person in the
adjacent booth is ready to see your cock, and have you slide it through the wall. This is what
I'm here for and that lady has no idea that I know who she is.
I put the end of my cock through the hole, and it's now semi hard so it looks a little thicker than
normal, while still looking like I'm not really hard at all. Perfect timing. Now she sees a huge
flacid dick poking through the wall, and it's only going to get bigger! Sure enough, the dainty
fingers touch and tease the tip of my cock, then pull on it slightly and work their way up and down
the stiffening shaft. Within a minute or so I'm fully hard, and still going. The warm hand finally
wraps completely around my cock and starts to slide up and down.
I keep my silence as to not give away who I am possibly, but I give a few moans and sighs to let her
know she's on the right track. The hand pauses, and then is replaced with her other one from the other
side, but the new hand is warm and wet. Then the original comes back wet as well. My best guess is she's
licking her hand to get me wet and let her stroke me off easier. I get a little harder than before
thinking about it. The hand on me pauses again at the base, and I feel the flick of a tongue on the
tip of my cock. A giggle and then a small kiss on the end. A few sexy nibbles and all of a sudden,
warm wetness.
Her mouth slides down along the side of my cock, then back to the tip, and down the other. Finally
back to the tip for a kiss, and a quick suck on the head itself. It pops out of her mouth with a
snap from the suction, and then nearly instantly, I feel soft lips wrapped around the shaft about half
way down to my base. She pulls back with a moan, and I feel the vibrations of it in her mouth, and
then returns with a deeper push down my cock than before. Another 30 seconds of blow job, and I realize
she's pretty damn good at deep throating, and has one comfortable fucking mouth. There's blow jobs you
get that are good cause the girl looks sexy, or because she talks really dirty. There's blow jobs that
are great because they are really wet, deep, or slow. Then, there's blow jobs that you LOVE because you
can not possibly think of a better place to ever put your cock. This was one of those. And I knew this
lady had a great set of tits and a very cute smile to boot so, bonus for me.
I hear her ring hit the wall as she leans on it, pushing her mouth forward down my dick. I'm completely
turned on now, know that I'm getting my dick sucked by someone I know, who is totally unaware of who I
am! I moan out a bit more. I'm breathing heavier as I hear her moan with each suck. Every time I tense
up and grunt, I get a "mmm hmmm" to encourage me. My hands go flat on the wall as I get sucked through
to the other side by my cock. Finally, it's too much to bear.
Normally I would pull my cock back, to let the lady on the other side know I was about to cum. It's the
polite thing to do if you could call it that. If they want it, they'll tell you right then and put their
mouth on it again. If they don't, you'll get a hand to jerk you off to your finish, usually on their
tits or something. This time, I wanted to completely make sure I had something to hold over this lady
from here on out. I figured, if I let her know after that I know what she's doing late at night on the
weekends, maybe I can play it into another fuck buddy or something. I tense up and at the very last
possible second I can before I do, I grunt out "I'm fucking cumming."
To my surprise, the mouth slides further down my cock, sucking harder. A long moan comes from the other
booth and I feel the freight train of cum rocket down my shaft, and into her mouth. For a good 10 seconds
I spasm more and more, pushing out more and more cum than I had in recent memory. The mouth slips off
and I feel a few smaller final spurts fly out, and giggles from the receiving end.
"Wow. Big boy knows how to unload huh?" I hear. "So who's magic dick is this?"
I pull my cock back out of the hole and sit down at the seat in the corner and fire back "Come over here
and find out sexy." As I adjust myself in the seat, so that my still hard cock, with a little cum running
down over the head is plainly visible, the door creaks open. My mom's co-worker stands in the open door
completely nude except for shiny white high heels. She slides one hand up the wall, the other on her hip
with her fingers just touching the edge of a cute, pink star tattoo. She looks down at my cock
and says "fuck, that was sexy." "Thanks." I reply. Her eyes follow my shaft up to my stomach, over my
chest and up to my eyes.
"HOLY SHIT!" she squeaks. I smile back smugly.
"What??" echos from the other booth as my mom's friend slides to the side.
My mom walks around the corner, stands in front of the open door to my booth staring at my cock as the cum
rolls down the shaft, as she wipes a few drops from the corner of her mouth as well.
