I've been banging this chick I used to work with, and she's in an open marriage. One thing I've noticed is that she really likes sucking dick and I'd had an idea. I did some investigation on the internet and found what I'd been looking for.
She drove herself over and I watched as she parked up. She got out, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and came and kissed me. I'd aimed to drive as she wouldn't want anybody seeing her car once she realized what I had planned.
I pointed to my car and we walked over. I opened the door for her and she sat down. I closed the door, ran around and got in myself. I started driving, quickly getting to the freeway and heading North.
She stared out of the window, probably wondering where we were going.
"What's the largest number of dicks you've sucked off in one go?" I asked her.
"Four. No, five. Well, six," she 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," I said. "Do you want to beat that?"
"I'm not sure," she 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," I said. She was truly an excellent cocksucker.
"Hey," I said, "you should get your tongue pierced - everybody'll know you suck dick then."
She'd had her nipples pierced, and this was another step along that path.
"I doubt it," she 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. She looked at me quizzically and followed as I got out of the car. I knocked twice on the door and after a few seconds 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," I said, taking her 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. There were blackout curtains over the window and a black wooden structure on the far corner. It followed the contour of the corner, 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.
