The Fuck Stop Blow Jobs 101

As I eyed Kimberly bent over by the copy machine, I felt my balls tingle and my cock twitch slightly. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt that constricted her legs at the knees so much that she had to bend at the waist, showcasing her plump ass. She finished adding paper to the tray and straightened up, smoothing her skirt. She turned around to leave the copy room and noticed me staring. I quickly shook myself out of the fantasy I was imagining and moved out of the doorway, letting her pass.

A hint of a smile raised one corner of her pouty mouth, and she said, "Hey Dan."

I tried to smile back and muttered, "Oh, hey Kimberly" under my breath.

I really needed to snap out of this horny haze I'd been in for the past week. My libido had returned with a vengeance after a two-month dry spell. I had felt almost asexual in that period following my breakup with Amy. We had been together over a year and I took the end of the relationship pretty hard. But my mentality was swinging too far in the opposite direction now--all I could think about was getting my dick wet. It seemed like anywhere I went I was lapsing into daydreams involving random women I encountered.

It happened just this morning on the subway on my way to work. I had looked up from my phone and noticed an attractive woman in yoga gear with a high blonde ponytail sitting a few seats in front of me. Before I knew it, I was in front of her, pants down, cock in hand, grabbing her ponytail and fucking her mouth. At least that's what my mind had conjured up. Now, my mind kept returning to my fantasy of inching up Kimberly's painted-on pencil skirt and plunging my meat into her hot cunt.

Back in my office, I rubbed my temples and tried to focus on my work. I really wanted to get laid, but I also feared I was not quite over Amy yet, and not in the right headspace to start dating again. Hmm... hire an escort? No, that was a little extreme. Random fuck from a hookup app? Maybe. I'd had some success with this before meeting Amy, being a 6' tall mid-20s guy with a somewhat muscular build. This method still involved an annoying amount of effort and the payoff was often disappointing.

Then I remembered something: wasn't Jared talking about an awesome sex shop he and his girlfriend recently visited? Yes, he was raving about it, said they had so much fun and that it was a "unique experience." I had wondered what he meant by that at the time, and my curiosity now resurfaced. How different from the average adult shop could it be?

In any case, it might be the perfect place to find a solution that would help with my out-of-control lust, while protecting myself (and others) from a nasty rebound situation. After all, I'd been wanting to get a fleshlight or toy pussy for a while. Even toward the end of my relationship with Amy, the sex had dramatically declined and I found myself craving more than a manual jerk-off.

I texted my buddy Jared and asked for the name of the store. He replied a few minutes later with the name: The Fuck Stop. Simple, elegant, effective. I liked it. He even texted me the map location, which I could get to via an earlier stop on my train commute, plus a little walking.

Then he messaged: "Dude. You're going to LOVE it. It's unlike any other sex toy or porn store you've been to. Me and Sarah are going back next Wednesday." I thought it was odd that they planned to return on a specific date only weeks after their initial trip. I didn't question it though, and thanked Jared for the info. Finally having a plan in place to address my horniness, I was able to buckle down and concentrate on work that afternoon.

I left work a few minutes early that evening with a bit of spring in my step, looking forward to purchasing a toy I could bang six-ways-to-Sunday. I did feel a bit awkward at the prospect of being seen as a loser/weirdo by the cashier who would ring up my fake pussy. For a fleeting moment, I thought it would be better to just buy it online in the privacy of my home. But fuck it, no one blinks at women buying dildos, why should this be different? Besides, Jared's rave reviews had my interest piqued.

The storefront was nothing too impressive and had a small, somewhat discreet sign that read: "THE F@#& STOP" on its window. When I opened the door and walked in, I was immediately caught off guard by the interior expanse of the store. It was way larger than any adult toy store I'd ever been in. Racks and racks of lingerie and naughty costumes, giant rotating displays of lube, dildos as far as the eye could see! Well-lit and seemingly clean, I felt comfortable right away.

"Welcome to The Fuck Stop, can I help you find anything, sir?" I heard the voice behind the checkout counter and looked over. A hot redheaded girl behind the counter had stopped filling a display with vibrating cock rings to address me as I walked in.

"Hi, yeah, I'm look-" I thought better of it and stopped myself. "Oh, I'm just looking," I finished. She had a black close-fitting apron on with the store's name embroidered in white in the center. Underneath she seemed to be wearing a tight black polo shirt. Her ample tits squeezed out the sides of the apron and I could see some cleavage peeking between the undone top few buttons of the polo. She was fucking hot and I only regretted that her bottom half was obscured by the counter she was behind.

"Just let me know if I can be of any assistance," she said with a smile.

I met her gaze and smiled back. "Thanks, I will."

As I meandered into the spacious shop, I could hear a vaguely authoritative-sounding female voice from somewhere toward the back. It sounded like a teacher, I thought, but I was quickly distracted. I walked past a rack of slutty costumes and spotted a skimpy French maid outfit. Instantly, my mind conjured a vision of Red, the cashier, wearing it. She also happened to be bent over my coffee table looking back at me as I slowly fed all 8 inches of my hard cock into her puffy pink pussy. I felt that trademark tingle in my balls again. I was so goddamn horny.

The teacher voice was intermittent and grew louder as I wandered toward the far-right corner of the store. I passed a few shelves of porn DVDs; there were actually fewer of these than at other sex shops, since who the hell watches porn on DVD these days? Finally, I stumbled upon the male sex toy section. Penis pumps, butt plugs, cock rings... Ah, here we go, MALE MASTURBATORS, the display sign read. They had everything! Sleeves shaped like mouths, pussies, or assholes. Fleshlights modeled after porn stars. Even little torsos with built-in tits and a hole to put your dick in.

I mean, I knew all this stuff existed, but I'd never seen so much of it in one place. Many of the items had a "tester" product displayed out of the box. I guessed that was so customers could see and feel the material before buying. What perplexed me, though, was the hand-dispenser of lube mounted in the middle of each shelf. Surely they didn't want patrons really taking these babies for a test drive?

I picked up a tester sleeve molded with the type of pussy lips that drive me wild- they remind me of an iris flower unfolding. I ran my finger over the smooth silicone flesh as I browsed absentmindedly down the aisle. Then the teacher voice jolted me back to reality. I had wandered close enough to hear her clearly.

"That's right Tina, give him a firm grip." A moment of quiet, and then, "Heather, take note of Jason's upturned shaft. This really gives you an advantage when bathing the underside with your tongue."

My cock jumped hearing this last sentence. I felt a pressing need to investigate whatever the hell was going on, but instinctively felt like a voyeuristic pervert. I feigned continued browsing as I inched my way closer to the scene, trying to look casual.

Eventually I reached a good-sized gap in the shelf that I could see through, but also somewhat obscured me. The scene that unfolded before me was simultaneously the most surprising thing I'd ever witnessed and yet instantly comprehended by my lustful mind. Also helpful to my understanding was a 4-foot tall standing sign that read: BLOWJOBS FOR BEGINNERS and below that: THURSDAYS AT 5:30. The whole setup reminded me of those arts and crafts classes they do sometimes at hobby stores, flower arranging, or cross-stitching, or whatever. Except instead of crafts, there were four dudes with their dongs out and four girls in front of them receiving instruction on cocksucking!

Most of the women looked a little timid and apprehensive, while the guys stood by, generally impassive. The girls were using small adjustable stools to either sit or kneel on. Everyone was pretty attractive and a couple of the girls were stunners. I surmised that the suckfest hadn't begun in earnest yet. Perhaps the headmistress (ha) had just concluded the lecture portion and they were moving on to the demonstration.

With this thought, the teacher stepped into my view, tallish and athletically built with straight, dark brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing the same polo top as Red, without the black smock. I noticed she was wearing a short, flouncy skirt on bottom. Hot, I thought, and wondered if Red had on the same skirt.

The teacher said, "So now that you've got a grip at the base of the cock, go ahead and place your other hand on his balls, cupping them. Different men appreciate different levels of firmness in touch. You can experiment a little now with a softer or firmer touch on the balls."

I watched as one of the shorter guys flinched a little, apparently displeased with the firmness of his partner's squeeze.

"Lisa, notice Rick's body language there. He's showing you that was too rough."

Lisa, a girl with a brown highlighted bob and a red dress on, removed her hands from Rick's junk and looked up apologetically. He smiled reassuringly and gently reached for her hands, placing one back around the base of his hard dick, and the other gently cupping his ballsack.

I wondered if these guys were employees. Volunteers maybe? They didn't seem to be in a branded uniform, so I assumed the latter. If that was the case, then it was high time I figured out a way to give back to the community and volunteer my services for such a noble cause.

"Good job, girls," Teacher said. "Now you will begin to move the hand on your partner's cock back and forth along the length of it. That's right, just wrap it in your fist and pump up and down. Not too fast."

I felt my dick twitch again and then it started to grow.

"And now begin gently massaging his balls at the same time with your other hand," Teacher added.

I almost groaned aloud and adjusted my package in my pants. I felt like a full-on peeping Tom at that moment, but could not look away. This was so fucking hot and I was growing harder and hornier by the minute.

"Great," Teacher went on, "now we will begin to add some oral elements. Girls, I'd like you to take your partner's cock, lift it slightly up and give him a little lick right under the head. Now do that a few more times."

A girl with shoulder-length blonde hair looked at her partner with subtle distaste as she followed Teacher's instructions. Her haughty demeanor perfectly complimented her mint green cardigan and conservative pearl necklace. Her partner, a young, wiry stud with shaggy hair and a long, thick cock, smiled goofily down at her.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath. How the fuck were these guys so stoic, standing like statues, and not going wild on these girls' mouths?

"Now you will take the cock head into your mouth- just a little. And then pull it back out, swirling your tongue completely around the head. Practice repeating that for a couple minutes." Teacher glanced at her watch.

Two of the girls seemed to be warming up to the lesson, looking more comfortable and confident in their skills. The blonde wearing pearls and another girl still appeared nervous, as if being around a stiff dick was a completely foreign experience. I imagined a scenario in which Pearls, who looked to be about 24, was taking the class to learn how to please her hubby-to-be on their wedding night. I pictured her in a virginal white silk bridal negligée doing the moves she was currently practicing, on my cock. My hips pushed forward at this image, nudging through my pants the pretty pocket pussy I was still holding.

"Fantastic work so far, ladies!" We are now going to move into some full-mouth and throat work," Teacher explained. "Since this is a beginner's class, we will be utilizing these 'bumpers,' or what I like to call 'donuts,'" she said with a chuckle.

I swallowed hard and moved a little further down the aisle for a better view. Teacher began passing out donut-sized inflatable rings, which looked like miniature versions of the pool toys, to each stud. The guys pushed the cushiony rings down on the base of their cocks. I noticed that a smoking-hot brunette in her mid-20s, wearing a green patterned sundress, looked up at her partner with a hint of a naughty smile. I would love to have my fingers wrapped in her long brown hair, bouncing her warm, juicy mouth on my raging boner.

"Alright girls, we're going to give your hands a break now," Teacher announced, "Your mouth will be doing all the work from here on. But we are starting with beginner basics and you girls will have the control, so don't worry about biting off more than you can chew," she said with a wry smile.

"Now go ahead and place your mouth around the tip of your partner's cock. When you're ready, start moving your head a little, back and forth, just like you did with your hands earlier."

My crotch thrust forward again. One part of my brain was shouting, "Get out of here before you rip your cock out of your pants and embarrass yourself!" But a bigger part of me kept my feet planted firmly where they were and reassured me that my sexuality, my horniness, was nothing to be embarrassed about in this place. I settled for gripping my hardened bulge through my slacks, vowing for now not to rub or jerk.

Within a few minutes, three of the girls were happily bobbing their heads on their partners' stiff rods- not too deeply, but definitely taking some inches. Except Pearls. She sat motionless with just the tip of the massive cock in her mouth. She might have been making infinitesimal back and forth movements, but I couldn't tell from my distance.

"How you doing over there, Brittany?" Teacher asked Pearls, "Everything okay?"

She walked toward the couple. Pearls, or apparently Brittany, nodded sullenly, and seemed to take the boy half an inch deeper into her pink-glossed mouth. Teacher came up behind Pearls and gently but swiftly guided her head down deeper onto the waiting prick. Shaggy moaned and leaned his head back and I could see his ass muscles flex. This was in direct contrast to the expressionless postures of the other studs. I wondered if Shaggy was a new volunteer and therefore not well-versed in curbing his natural instincts.

The other guys did seem to be enjoying themselves to an extent. They smiled and nodded encouragement down at their novice partners. But they weren't grunting or thrusting, or angling for deep head like I would have been. Most of them appeared unfazed by having to use the little plastic bumpers. My hot cock strained against my pants and hand as I pictured myself fulfilling the stud role.

Pearls began sucking at a decent pace and depth, though still somewhat more reserved than her fellow pupils.

"That's it, sweetie! You're getting it!" Teacher cooed at her.

The sucking went on for a bit and I continued to survey the scene from my pervert perch behind the shelf. The hot brunette looked up lustily into the eyes of her cock-stud and enthusiastically pumped her mouth on his shaft.

"Great eye contact Heather," Teacher said to the brunette, "Really lets him know how delicious his cock is and how bad you want to fuck it later! Figuratively, of course," she added with a wink. Heather sputtered momentarily, gasping a little, and returned to Jason's engorged meat.

The chick in the red dress- Lisa was it? Seemed to have fully recovered from her earlier nut-grab faux pas and was enjoying the festivities. So much so, it seemed, that she was trying to get a little satisfaction of her own. Lisa had spread her legs in her dress a little and was pointing her pelvis ever so slightly down into the stool. Because of her positioning, her back was arched and her tits were jutting out. I thought I detected a hint of motion upon the stool, as if she was grinding her clit into the seat. My cock grew harder as I imagined the girl's swollen clit and wet pussy begging for some attention.

I suddenly looked down and noticed my cock bulge rubbing against my hand. I was so fucking worked up. I quickly glanced around behind me and seeing no one around, decided to unzip my pants. My member could be ignored no longer and demanded to be fondled. I kept my pants up, but slid one hand down to my crotch, cupping my whole package and feeling it throb. My other hand still held the fleshlight, and for a moment I considered taking her for a spin. I thought better of it, opting for the subtler cock-fondling under my pants.

I returned my gaze to Pearls and Shaggy. She was still sucking at about the same depth and pace that Teacher set a moment ago. Good girl. Better learn how to bob on that cock so you can please hubby. Shaggy was very much enjoying the prissy girl's full lips on his joint. He started thrusting shallow jabs into her mouth, still trying to keep it somewhat under control. His hands seemed restless as he would shift them from his hips, to down by his sides, to hovering in the air. Once or twice, he moved like to grab her head, but caught himself. Periodically, he would adjust the donut bumper, smashing it closer to the base of his shaft to increase the surface area available to the girl's tender mouth. Pearls began to look a little uneasy, but kept blowing him.

"Hey Kyle, love the enthusiasm, just make sure you let Brittany do the work!" Teacher gently corrected Shaggy. She had evidently noticed what I was seeing too.

Teacher moved around, observing the cocksucking of her pupils. She stopped and stood awfully close to one pair; a smoking-hot college-aged chick with platinum blonde curly hair and a jock-looking guy with a muscular build and a fat dick.

"That's right Tina, really use your tongue and mouth to massage his cock." Teacher looked almost confrontationally into the stud's eyes. Then she squatted down to get a close-up view of Tina's warm, wet mouth sliding effortlessly along the pole. With Teacher squatting, I was able to get a view, although somewhat obstructed, of her bare pussy under the short black skirt. I inhaled a rapid breath and let out a low moan.

Almost without conscious thought, my hand reached for the lube dispenser, got a dollop, and slathered it all over my rock-hard prick. I began stroking up and down the length of my aching cock. Somehow the fleshlight found its way to my straining cock head. My now well-oiled tip slipped into the mock pussy lips opening. Still staring at Teacher's pink slit, I worked my meat further in the fleshlight. Ohhhh god it felt tight.

As I marveled over the joys of modern masturbation technology, I could have sworn that Teacher met my eyes across the distance and through the obstruction of the shelf. Surely not, I reasoned. Why would she be looking anywhere besides the hot blow job right in front of her? Then, to my delighted surprise, Teacher reached one middle finger down and began rubbing up and down her exposed slit. I was so taken aback, I actually stopped fucking the fleshlight for a moment. But when Teacher flicked her clit once, twice, then brought the finger up to her outstretched tongue, my cock fucked itself back into the plastic pussy involuntarily.