I'm in an open relationship, and I guess I've turned into a bit of a nymphomaniac, with encouragement from my husband Dave. Dave's got a girlfriend, and I have a little stable of guys I pay with reasonably regularly, and then there's the occasional stranger interaction.
I was due for a date with one of my "regulars," Philip, and we'd talked on the phone. I didn't have anything in particular in mind, so I was dressed like a normal person in shorts and a T-shirt.
Philip had asked me about having a real adventure, and I'd said "sure." He also suggested I bring the GoPro, so I screwed on the little selfie stick and brought it with me. I drove over to his place, and he met me in the parking lot.
We got into his car, and he started driving, quickly getting to the freeway and heading North.
I stared out of the window, wondering where we were going, but I knew better than to ask.
"What's the largest number of dicks you've sucked off in one go?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Four. No, five. Well, six," I said.
"What? You'll need to explain your answer."
"OK, so before Dave and I were married, I was playing with this guy, Dan, and he used to get me to do... things. So he'd had me strip off for this old guy, Bob, in the men's room at a bar, and another time I was there at the same bar, Bob was there. I texted Dan and told him, and he had me get Bob into the men's room again. So I'm in there, topless, when Bob's friend comes and joins us. There were four in his group, and I ended up sucking all of their cocks. But Dan showed up there, too, and he fucked me for a while to get me off, but I ended up sucking him off. And then, at the end of the evening, I sucked off Dave, so that's six."
"Wow," he said. "Do you want to beat that?"
"I'm not sure," I said uncertainly, "that's a lot of cocks to suck."
"Why do you say 'cocks', and not 'dicks'?"
"Because I'm a cocksucker. Not a dicksucker. Dicksucker sounds silly. I'm pretty proud of how well I suck cock."
"You should be," he said. "Hey, you should get your tongue pierced - everybody'll know you suck dick then."
"I doubt it," I said, "for exactly that reason. Sometimes I've toyed with the idea, but it would cause me all kinds of questions I'd rather avoid."
We pulled up in a nondescript strip mall, outside an unmarked shop with blacked out windows. I looked at Philip quizzically, and followed him as he got out of the car. He locked up, and we walked to the door. He knocked twice on the door, and after a few seconds, I heard it unlock, and it opened.
We went in, and it was sort of like an office... with a reception, and a hallway with a bunch of doors. There were even a couple of plastic chairs along the wall by the door. The guy who'd let us in locked the door behind us, and went back behind the reception desk.
"Number 4," he said, looking down at something on the desk.
"Thanks," said Philip, taking my hand.
We walked down the hallway, past doors on one wall marked 2 then 2a, and opened a door with a "4" on it.
It was a pretty dark room, about fifteen feet by fifteen feet, with blackout curtains over the window and an odd black wooden structure on the far corner. It looked about two feet deep, and followed the contour of the corner, so it brought the corner into the room. There were basically two large flat walls, each with a slot roughly three inches wide and six inches deep at about waist level. In front of the structure was a black carpet, and on the far side was a chair.
As Philip closed the door behind us, I saw movement at the holes, and Philip pointed me over towards the left hand one. I passed him the GoPro and he futzed around turning that on and pointed it at me.
I turned back towards the hole, and saw a naked, soft cock poke through it.
I knelt down in front of the hole, and took the cock in my hand. I put the whole thing in my mouth so I could feel it going hard, getting bigger. I started stroking his balls and bobbing my head backwards and forwards, stroking the shaft with my hand as I did.
I felt a hand touching my bum, and turning my head slightly, an arm was out of the right hole, and it could just about reach me. He only stroked me a few times, then left me alone.
It's funny what you get used to - I kept finding myself looking up to make eye contact with the guy I was blowing, but all I could see was the blank black wall.
There was a knock on the wall, and Philip softly said "show me." All of a sudden the guy was cumming in my mouth, and I held it all. I turned my face to Philip with my mouth open so he could see the cum on my tongue, and he came in close to get a good view. I swallowed it down and opened my mouth to show him it was empty. I gave the cock a kiss on the tip, and it disappeared.
"How about you take your top off?" Philip said, standing over me.