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I sat on the motel bed feeling a nervous excitement. "This will do just fine," I thought to myself, as I looked around the cheap, seedy room. It was relatively clean but had definitely seen better days. The carpet, an ugly pale green, was worn and faded from years of use. An oddly patterned curtain covered the large picture window beside the door. Adjacent to the window was a slightly tattered sofa. As I looked around the room, I imagined the carnal activities that would soon take place. I felt pangs of excitement throughout my body, and thought to myself: 'This is going to be hot'.
I got off the bed and walked over to the mirror to have one last look at myself. 'This was a great purchase,' I thought as I admired my brown pixie cut wig. The black long-sleeved top clung to my body and displayed my C-cup breast forms nicely. The bright red lipstick and dark black mascara absolutely screamed 'slut', and I loved it. Perhaps my favorite element of the outfit was my black thigh high stockings. Held up by a sexy garter belt, they featured red reinforced tops and heels. My red 6-inch platforms were specifically chosen to clearly underline my purpose that night. I was going to be a gangbang slut! The thought of this reality made my 7-inch cock stand at attention; however, I didn't dare touch it. Mistress wouldn't approve of me starting before the guests arrived.
Just then, I received a text from Mistress: "You behaving yourself, slut?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied.
"We are 15 minutes away," she wrote. When she said "we", I knew she was referring to herself and the 6 guys she was traveling with. My heart started pounding and my cock got even harder.
"This is really happening", I said aloud to the empty room. I looked into my own eyes in the mirror and pondered the long road that had brought me to this point. If only Jeff could see me now.
When I was about 18, my best friend, Mike, approached me, claiming that he had a brilliant idea. He threw a newspaper down on the table in front of me with a devilish grin. I laughed, "What's this?" Pointing to the page, he brought my attention to an advertisement for an adult bookstore. In big bold letters, it read: "
SENSUAL VIDEO XXX! ADULT VIDEOS, BOOKS, AND NOVELTIES! Come see our huge Video Arcade."
"Tonight," he said. I looked up at Mike and smiled. I was fully on board with his plan. At that time, porn wasn't so easily available on the internet. My friends and I had to sneak around to find someone's dad's old vhs tapes and magazines. I was excited at the possibility of acquiring my own stash of movies and other assorted smut. We got in Mike's car at 10pm and began the half hour journey to the Sex Shop. I think we both felt a nervous excitement on the way there. As we approached our destination, a big, bright yellow sign became visible. "There it is," Mike said. He pulled onto a side street adjacent to the building. I had the fake i.d., so it was my job to go in and make the purchase. It was 15 minutes before I could work up the nerve to go in. As I think about all the kinky sex experiences I have under my belt now, it seems funny that I was afraid to walk into a porn shop at one point in my life. Mike wished me luck with a smug smile, and I got out of the car.
I opened the door to the shop and was immediately enthralled by the rows upon rows of porn videos. The clerk looked up at me and didn't say a word. The smell of vhs box covers and magazines was in the air. I was amazed at the sheer volume of smut at my fingertips. I began to peruse the video boxes, reading the descriptions and looking at the action shots intently. I was so turned on by the images of these porno sluts taking cocks in every hole, that I hadn't realized I had been looking at box covers for over 30 minutes! Finally, the clerk cleared his throat and said "Can I help you find anything, pal?" I walked towards the counter, staring at the ground, afraid to make eye contact.
"Just this, please." I said meekly, handing him a video.
"Good choice, buddy, Tiffany Mynx. She's absolutely filthy!" His friendly small talk put me at ease and I smiled.
"So, you guys get busy here?"
"Yea, weekends are busy, but the real action is back there, in the arcade." I looked to the back and saw the arcade entrance. I was beyond curious, so I asked him if I could check it out. He chuckled, "knock yourself out, son. I'll hold this at the counter for you. You're going to need some tokens though..." I handed him a $5 bill, and he gave me a hand full of tokens. "Have fun," he said with a wink.
I walked through the turnstile and entered a decadent new world. It was like a maze of dark corridors with little rooms on both sides. As the hallway ended, I saw a group of guys standing near the back wall. Looking back, I realize what a fresh piece of meat I was among these hungry wolves. It wasn't clear to me at the time what these guys wanted, though; I was so new to this underground world. I walked into a booth at random and saw a little vinyl covered bench, and a cum-splattered TV. I wasn't repulsed at the sight of it, which I now know may have been an indication of my complicity in the journey I was starting. I put a few tokens in the machine and the TV came on. There, right in front of me, a big, busty blonde was getting pounded by a guy with a nine-inch cock. I flipped through the channels and saw a variety of sex acts and nudity. Suddenly, I saw something different; a guy was lying on his back, moaning and getting fucked hard by another guy! I had never seen gay porn before, and at first, I didn't know if I was turned on or disgusted, but I didn't look away. In fact, I couldn't look away. I felt like there was something so "wrong" about what I was watching, and I felt that, by watching, I was taking part in something underground and illicit. I felt myself getting hard, but I still experienced a touch of embarrassment. At first, I thought, 'what would Mike say if he knew I was watching gay porn'? But then, I realized, fuck Mike; he's still waiting in the car! He could have come in, too.
I still had a lot of tokens left, so I decided to try one more booth before leaving. I walked into a booth across the hall. It appeared to be the same as the previous one, except for one feature: this one shared a window with the adjacent booth. There was a button underneath labeled "Buddy Booth". I quickly realized that this setup allowed people to watch each other. I pumped the machine with tokens and quickly found a gay channel again. My embarrassment had subsided, and now I was majorly turned on. A rush of carnal need came over me and it was amazing. I was in my own little world, watching a guy suck off a group of men. I was so turned on as the video began to corrupt me.
I was startled by a sudden knock on the window. I knew immediately what it meant: someone on the other side wanted to see me! My heart pounded as adrenaline flowed through my body. 'What's the worst that could happen?' I thought. 'Dude, what are you doing?!' 'What if someone finds out?' Finally, I gave into my desire and hit the Buddy Booth button.
The curtain opened and before me was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. An older man, probably in his 50's, was standing completely naked in front of me. At about 6'3, he towered over me. His hairy chest and thick thighs conveyed power, but were made secondary by the big, beautiful tool he had. It was close to 9 inches, smooth with a slight upward curve and a protruding mushroom head. He had a bit of a beer belly, but truth be told, this made him even more sexy to me. I was so turned on that I started shaking, and my own cock strained at my jeans. Sensing my nervousness and arousal he grinned and began to stroke his massive cock. I couldn't believe what I was watching! He made a motion for me to undress, but I was an absolute 'deer in the headlights', hypnotized by his manhood. He persisted and I snapped out of my trance, realizing what he wanted. He wanted me naked. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I unbuttoned my jeans, and then pulled my underwear down to my ankles. My hard, thick cock throbbed in the cool air and my companion smiled at the sight of it. He started jerking furiously, bottoming out and smashing his balls with each stroke.
Oh my, his big juicy balls. I didn't know it at the time but this was the moment that cock became a fetish for me. I started to stroke my cock with this big daddy and I knew I was close. Suddenly, he stiffened and his mouth opened as he began to shoot spurt after spurt of thick ropey cum into the air. This mind-blowing sight was all I could handle. "Ah, fuck yes, I'm cummming," was all I could say as I began to orgasm. My knees were weak and I got a chill as I shot the last of my load. My breathing was heavy, and as I started to come back to reality, a wave of embarrassment came over me. My date winked at me as if he knew he just broke in a regretful newbie. I quickly pulled my pants up and made a b-line for the exit. I was two feet from the door when I heard, "forgetting something pal?" It was the clerk holding my video in his hand. I walked over to him quickly and mustered a "thanks" that came out as a whisper. "No problem." He said with a knowing smile.
Mike was more than annoyed as I got into the car. "Dude, what the fuck? You were in there for an hour. Were you making love or something?"
I put on my best act of being casual, and replied, "The selection was huge in there, man. I wanted to get the best video. Plus, I was looking through some of the Penthouse mags," I pulled the video out of the plastic bag. "See? Tiffany Minx. She came highly recommended by the clerk." We both laughed and drove home. The shame I felt from the buddy booth began to wear off and my thoughts drifted back to that beautiful Daddy cock I had jerked off with. We pulled into Mike's driveway and went into his bedroom. We watched the movie and a funny thing happened; as I watched the sluts sucking the guys off, I realized I wanted to be them. I imagined myself in their place getting fucked on a table and being covered in hot cum. Something was changing in me. There could be no mistake now... I wanted cock.
The next few days were consumed by a lot of fantasizing and masturbation. Cock was my new obsession, and I felt like I was changing inside. I would hold a conversation with friends while fantasizing about cock and I loved my new secret. I would fantasize at the restaurant I worked at while we cooked on the line. Jeff was one of the chefs I worked with. He was a tall man of about 40 and he was always joking around and poking fun. Like many guys do, he often joked about homosexual things. It's a dynamic that occurs between "straight" guys all the time: "Hey buddy, when you're done chopping those carrots, you can come over and blow me," he would say. I'd laugh and say "fuck you'." That sort of thing.
After our shift, we were allowed one free beer by the owner and we often took advantage of that policy. One night, I clocked out, grabbed my beer and headed down to our basement locker room. When I walked in, Jeff had just gotten out of the shower. He was sitting on a folding chair in nothing but his tighty whities. He was about 6'4, athletic looking with a bit of a belly. A nice light patch of hair covered his chest. Seeing an opportunity to bust his chops, I pretended to drop my apron in front of him and bent over with my ass only a couple feet from him.
"Oh Jeffy, you big stud", I said in my best girly voice. I turned around, laughing, and our eyes met. He was smiling but not laughing. We held each other's gaze for a little longer than normal. After a minute,I turned to my locker, grabbed my jacket and said "See ya, homo."
