For a hot summer day like this it wasn't surprising the way sweat slowly trickled down my back.
I was dressed like a slut, but really that's what I was going for; crop top which zips down the front and very accessible, high waisted shorts that ended right at my belly and stopped at a very short length, paired with my favorite knee socks which made my thighs look just the right amount of pale and creamy.
I loved that with the crop top you could see the faint out line of each of my ribs, to me that was healthy. I loved to be in top condition.
I tucked my long hair into a pony tail before entering the shop, it was one of those places... The store was at the end of the little strip, I walked precariously untouched by my anxiety of walking straight into a place like this.
A sex store.
It was grungey inside, and I felt a little too concious that my shorts were half way up my tight ass.
"Welcome-" the guy at the counter said boredly, he looked like he had seen a few to many old guys with their dicks out, but when he caught a glance of me, red lips and silky spilling over brown hair, I watched him swallow and stand stand a bit straighter.
I blushed, smiled, and walked a little ways into the store.
Oh it was wonderful, colorful plastic organs covered a few walls, I passed by them, much more interested in the real thing. I stopped a little ways next to an Isle was dvds, a bit outdated but I appreciated the girl, probably my age, on the cover of one, who had two cocks so down her throat I wondered if they could be seen out her other end.
I smiled and continued to the back of the almost desolate store where it became cramped. A few hand made signs which I dared not touch hung directing me to my final destination.
There were three stalls. I chose the middle one of course, it was easy to tell they had been used recently, I wont go into detail but they produced a smell I couldn't only dream of.
I sat quietly, slipping down onto my knees easily, unbuttoning my shorts quickly and sticking a hand down to feel the wetness of my soft and hairless peach. I shuddered and moaned softly, resting my head on the wall next to the duck tape softened hole next to me.
Just the thought of being in such a dangerous place was enough to get my back arching.
I cut my moan short when I heard a door slam. A short intake of air and some hurried jeans being ripped off I saw my first customer.
I grinned, he pushed himself through and made a short "huff" noise and his increasingly hard cock dangled towards my face. I could see his beer belly and hairy stomach from through the hole.
My hands were ripped from my undies as I softly let my hands touch down on the underside of his fucktool. It was short, but fat like a beer can.
He pushed harder, I could smell his arousal and sweat, I immediately decided to be good and slip my lips around his cock, a bit of my favorite cherry flavored lip gloss slid around on the soft skin of his prick. He deeply moaned, I could tell he was an older gentlemen, all the more appealing to me and my exposed pussy as my shorts slid down more as I moved my mouth over his cock.
He pumped onto my mouth quickly and hard, the sharp recognizable taste of salty precum dabbing at my senses. I was overwhelmed by the need to let this man have his way with my mouth.
He suddenly came hard and without any warning, I gasped as gooey jazz shot out onto my tongue and quickly onto my cheek and face. Startled I quickly liked as high as I could and left the rest.
He waited surprisingly for a moment, I quickly got the unspoken notion and knelt forward and sacking the head of his chubby softening dick into my mouth before swirling it around his hole to clean it of the sticky substance.
