Hollys Hiding Place

All characters are over the age of 18 for this story.

"I will pick you up right here in three hours, honey; make sure to keep track of time and have fun at the movie," said Holly's father as she got out of his car, the heat of the summer day pushing the cool of the car's air conditioning off her skin like a splash of water.

Holly was going to meet her friend Becky to go see a new movie that had just been released, starring the two girls' newest boy-toy heartthrob.

She was wearing bright red spandex shorts and a tank top, no bra, as her breasts were still so small she didn't need a bra, and besides, it was hot out, so the less clothing, the better.

Her small body and athletic shape looked sexy, and she knew that because despite her young age, older men always gave her grins and smiles, and so did the boys at school.

Holly got to the theater, and her phone buzzed, a text from Becky: "Can't make it, my mom is a bitch, says I can't go because I didn't clean my room, sorry!"

Great, so Becky wasn't coming, Holly got into the theater; it was cooler than outside for sure. She walked up to the ticket window only to be told that the theater was closing early because of a plumbing problem.

Then she smelled it, like a sewer had burst! She grabbed her nose and quickly left the building.

Well, she hadn't gotten all the way here to just sit and wait; she wandered around the area. Soon an hour had passed, and Holly was growing tired of the heat and sunshine. She needed a place to cool down.

She rounded the corner and saw a brightly colored shop, a sex shop! Oh, the bragging rights with the girls at school she could have if she went in there, and anyway, she had seen the place many times when being driven past it, always curious about what naughty things were inside; she walked to the door.

The sign clearly said the minimum age for entering the shop; she promptly ignored it and opened the door.

The air conditioning of the sex shop felt great on her sweaty, sun-tanned skin. Once inside the shop, she was shocked and amazed at all the sex toys--so many things to see on the walls and shelves and hanging from the ceiling even.

"Excuse me, can I please see your ID card?" said the sales guy behind the counter. Holly panicked and decided to run for the door, but in the shocking moments of seeing all the sex toys, she had lost her sense of direction, and what she thought was the exit door was actually the door to the glory hole booths in the back of the shop.

Holly slipped into a sort of hallway lined with doors, a small red light illuminating the hallway. "What is this place?" She thought, but there was no time to figure it out as Holly heard the store salesman getting closer.

Quickly she grabbed a random door handle and turned it; it opened, and she jumped in and shut the door, locking it.

Slowly she turned around; she was in a small sort of booth. Very small with a door and a large video screen. On the screen was what looked like a porn movie.

"Of course." She thought, "A porn, it's a sex shop, duh."

The store salesman walked by her door. Trying each door handle on each of the many adjoining booths, then he left the glory hole booth area, returning to the storefront.

Holly stayed put, it was dark and the air-conditioning was great, and she didn't want to get caught.

Then her attention was drawn to the porn playing on the screen in front of her, she saw the video was filmed in a similar booth, in the video a naked woman with huge breasts was on her knees, Holly wished she had such great breasts, maybe someday they would be bigger then they are now, she knew they would grow more judging by her own mom's breasts.

In the video the woman was giving a sloppy blowjob to a cock that was sticking out of a hole in the wall, Holly looked down and around herself, her eyes adjusting to the darkness after looking closely at the video screen, she saw a hole like the one in the video, about stomach level to her.

Holly looked back at the screen and back at the hole and then stepped back from the hole in her booth wall. She bent down to look into it. In the dim light of the video screen, she could see that there was a man on the other side. She focused on him to see he was stroking his dick! Holly looked away, then with the curiosity of her youth, she looked again.

"It is kind of sexy." She thought to herself, watching the man stroke his hard cock.

She got closer to the hole, wanting a better look, Holly reached her hand out to the side to stabilize herself as she bent lower to see in the hole, as she did this her support hand accidentally pressed the volume button on the video screen and suddenly the sounds of the video playing in her booth are the loudest thing ever!

She jumps in surprise and thus bumps her head into the wall with the hole in it. Making a loud thud sound, she stands quickly and lowers the volume as fast as she can, and rubs the small bump on her forehead, "What a klutz I am." she thinks to herself.

Then she notices something, the hole in front of her is now full, and a thick hard cock is sticking out of it now, oh God, her clumsiness has gotten the man's attention in the next booth.

"Come on slut, I know you are in there, suck my cock!" shouts the man in the adjoining booth, his cock bouncing in the hole as he shouts.

She isn't sure what to do; she doesn't want to get caught by the shop salesman, and now this stranger in the next booth is shouting, "Hey, come on and suck it!" And what is she going to do? She needs to make this guy in the next booth shut up and stop shouting at her. She takes the cock in her hand and hears, "Yeah, that's it, slut, now suck it! Come on, suck it, slut!" still shouting.

"Oh my God," Holly thought, "I guess I have to." Holly had never had a cock in her mouth before; she had only played with a cock twice, and both times in a movie theater with a boy from her school. Holly thought, "This is technically a movie theater, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and anyway, I have to shut this man up if I am going to remain hidden here.

Down to her knees she sank; the floor felt sticky and damp on her knees. She faced the cock head-on; this was it. She was prepared; today was going to be the day.

Her inner monologue was fractured by "Come on, slut, I can feel your breath on my cock, so put it in your fucking slut mouth!"

She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the head of the cock into her mouth. She started sucking, looking sideways up at the video playing in her booth. She started to mimic the movements of the woman in the video, licking the shaft, sucking it into her mouth, even gagging and slurping. It worked; the man shut up.

She worked it with her hand and mouth, like in the video playing; she mirrored the woman's movements as much as she could. She had to admit to herself that she was beginning to enjoy it.

Then suddenly her mouth was being pumped full of cum; she pulled her head away quickly in shock. The cum then shot out of the cock onto her face and hair, and what was in her mouth she spit out onto the floor, but it ended up dribbling onto her legs as she knelt there.

Then the cock was pulled back into the hole; she saw a hand reach down and tuck the cock into a pair of jeans and zip it up. Then the man left, leaving his booth door open. Holly stayed kneeling, in amazement; she had just delivered her first blowjob ever.

Not a moment passed before a new man entered the adjoining booth; this guy closed the door and immediately pulled out his cock. Holly watched as she was still kneeling; his cock was black, and she was curious; she had heard Black guys have huge cocks, but this one was much the same size as the last one, big sure, but not as big as the one in the video playing next to her.

Holly, still feeling the last man's cum dripping from her mouth and face, decided, in the interest of learning, to find out if a black man's cock tasted the same as a white man's cock; for science and experience, she told herself as she daringly said, "Hello in there." Into the hole, the man heard her and turned, bending down to look into the hole, seeing Holly on the other side. She saw a big, naughty grin on the man's face, and then his face was gone, and his cock started inching into the hole.

Holly grabbed it and gave it a lick. It tasted mostly the same as the other one, but not wanting to be a tease and get yelled at she started working on her newfound skill. Taking as much of it into her little mouth as she could, sucking, licking, and slurping away on it.

The man said in a deep voice "Faster baby, yeah, that's right, good." Holly moved her head faster. She had just gotten her first compliment and this was only her second time sucking a cock. This gave her confidence and she sucked and slurped on this cock as best she could.

It wasn't long before this cock also started throbbing and began to swell. Now she knew what that meant. So, learning from her previous mistake and not wanting to end up with more sticky cum on her face she kept her mouth tight to his shaft as he let loose his sperm into her mouth.

It was less in volume than the first cock had but it tasted better for sure. Soon she was licking the shaft, her mouth full of cum, as the man withdrew his cock, she leaned to the side and spat out the cum onto the floor next to her.

The man said, "Thanks little lady." As he zipped up.

Holly was raised to be polite and she responded with, "You're welcome sir".

The man opened his booth door and walked out. Leaving the door open.

Holly feeling very pleased with her day of discovery then turned to watch the video. This time the woman in the video was bent over with her butt facing the hole, then the video showed a camera angle from below, looking up between her legs showing a cock moving in and out of this woman's pussy from the hole.

Holly wasn't ready for that yet; she could barely fit two of her own small fingers into herself when she was masturbating at home.

Then she heard the adjoining booth door close. She looked through the hole; what would it be this time, she wondered. Then she saw a hand unzipping a fly on a pair of khaki pants. Holly noticed a distinct ring on this man's hand; it looked familiar, but she couldn't place it. Something about the ring caught her attention.

Soon a large white cock flopped out, the hand with the ring stroking. As it grew and hardened. This cock was bigger than the other two cocks she had blown today. She was eager to see if she could do as well on such a large cock.

Holly tapped on the wall, and immediately the cock pointed at the hole. Like a guided missile, it came closer and then entered the hole. Holly, using both hands, caressed the cock. It was beautiful, almost as big as the ones in the video. She kissed it, and it smelled great.

Something about the way it smelled turned her on even more, drove her crazy even. She reached down between her legs and, sliding one hand into her spandex shorts, she began to rub her clitoris as she started sucking this magnificent cock.

She sucked and stroked this cock while she rubbed and played with her little hairless pussy.

She worked on this cock, giving it her very best. Did everything the woman in the video had done with her mouth. Soon the cock was moving back and forth through the hole. Holly held her head mostly steady and let this wonderful cock fuck her face.

Oh, it tasted perfect to her; she was sure if more cocks were like this one, then she would become a nymphomaniac like her friends at school would joke about. She never understood why or even how a woman could become addicted to something so weird as sex. However, now sucking this perfect cock had shown her the why's and how's.

Eventually, the cock stopped moving, and she felt that swelling and throbbing, knowing what that meant now clearly; she moved her head quickly and as perfectly as she could, sucking and licking and stroking to her absolute finest level.

Her reward, and it was a reward as well, was a complete mouthful of hot, delicious cum. The best tasting of the 3 cocks she had drained today.

She loved it and immediately swallowed it down, licking the rest from her lips and savoring each drop.

Then while she was enjoying her moment of cum swallowing, she took her hand from her shorts and leaned to the side to rest on the door. She heard the booth door next to hers open and the sound of footsteps walking away.

She reached for her phone to check what time it was. She had been in the booth for an hour and a half already! Amazing; it seemed like just a few minutes had passed. "Maybe this booth was also a time machine." She pondered.

She used a napkin from her purse and wiped her face as best she could; she felt great. She sure had something to brag about to her friends at school.

Now thinking how she would escape this place without the store salesman catching her? She cracked open the booth door just a little bit so she could look around. Checking if the hallway outside the door was vacant. Then she saw a fire exit door.

Gathering her purse and her nerves, she opened the booth door wide open and bolted for the fire door. She opened the fire door and ran through it as a blast of hot summer air and bright sunshine hit her. Like she had just escaped from prison, she ran... Up the alleyway between the shop and a café. She rounded the corner onto the sidewalk and made her way to the arranged meeting spot where she was to get picked up by her father.

She walked up to the spot just as her father pulled up; she smiled and opened the passenger side door. As she was getting into the car, she looked down at her crotch to make sure her escapade had not left a wet stain between her legs.

She was pleased to see she didn't have a wet mark between her legs, but as she looked down she noticed her father's right hand reaching for the automatic shift lever to put the car in drive and she noticed the ring he was wearing.

"Oh my God!" She thought, that ring looks just like the ring on the hand of that guy with the perfect cock. Then she slowly looked further to the left and noticed her father was wearing khaki pants as well.

Holly froze. "No", she thought, "no way was that..." She couldn't finish the thought. She rationalized that many men wear khakis and was sure that the ring was a common design.

"Hey, Daddy, is that a new ring?" she asked, hoping it was new and as common as could be.

Her father answered "Oh this ring?" he said as he looked at it. "I used to wear this all the time when you were a little kid, it was made by your grandfather for me when I finished high school. It is our family crest." He flashed his hand around as if it was on the shopping channel.

"So it's fairly common then?" Holly asked with a clear misunderstanding of what her father had just said.

"No not common at all honey, it is a one of a kind," her father said proudly.

Holly turned pale; she was silent the rest of the drive home.