A sissy is discovered at the ABS and helped to suck his first cock.
This story contains reluctance, degradation, humiliation, femdom, ass play, anal fisting, and MM oral.
If that's not your thing, thanks for stopping by.
--- Chapter 01 ---
After years of failed attempts to enter the ABS at a strip mall near my home, I finally worked up the courage to step inside. I'm not sure what I expected, maybe to find a gloryhole and finally suck a real cock, but it became a life-changing experience.
I'm 26, live in a rundown apartment complex, have a menial but reasonably well-paying job, and few friends. I'm tragically shy, and I've never had a girlfriend. But that's probably because I'm a huge sissy - girls tend to pick up on that sort of thing...
At 5'-5" and 135lbs, I'm not much of a physical specimen, but it does allow me to purchase and wear women's clothing readily. I have an extensive collection of clothing, lingerie, and any toy a sissy could want. Living in a rundown apartment may be less than desirable, but it's cheap and allows me to spend the bulk of my wages on pretty things and toys.
So here I am, standing inside the ABS, looking at a DVD cover showing a tiny white woman taking a massive black cock through a gloryhole wall, when I notice a presence beside me. Startled, I turned towards the interloper to give them an irritated look, only to find it was a woman. She was staring at the same box cover I was looking at.
"It's hot, isn't it?" She quipped conspiratorially.
I'm not sure which surprised me more, that it was a woman speaking or that she was talking to me.
"A little thing like that, taking that massive, big, black cock, anonymously, through a hole in a wall. It gives me the shivers." She looked around, making sure no one else could hear her, "don't you wish it could be you?"
Her question freaked me out. Did she know I was thinking the same thing? Did she know I was a sissy? Fuck! I stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak or flee. A mouse, cornered by the cat.
"God, how I would love to stroke that magnificent cock. To rub it all over my face. To ram it down my throat and choke myself on it. Then once I had it hard as steel and dripping with spit, I'd turn around and impale my tight little asshole on that monster. Stretching myself to the breaking point. Fuck, I'm positively dripping just thinking about it. How about you? Come on, you were staring at it for nearly 5 minutes. You can't tell me you don't want to fuck someone through the gloryhole wall." She gave me a nudge with her elbow.
Her X-rated narrative confused the hell out of me. Was she telling me she wanted me to fuck her through the gloryhole wall, or was she indicating that I wanted to be the one getting fucked by the BBC? Regardless, her dialogue made my cock hard as a rock, which didn't go unnoticed.
"I see by the bulge in your pants that you agree," she laughed. "And I know you're submissive. Isn't that right, my little dove?" She let that hang in the air for a pregnant pause. "If you weren't, you would have put the movie back and walked away - I'm clearly making you uncomfortable."
My mouth dropped open. I was being called out - called a sissy. The nerve. I needed to get away. But before I could move a muscle, she looped her arm around mine like we were a couple. Again I was shocked and unable to do anything about this latest invasion of my space.
"Mmmmm, I'd love to be in a booth with you right now. A massive black cock hanging through the wall. Throbbing, radiating heat. Calling out, 'Touch me.' The veins along the side pulsing with blood. A glistening drop of pre-cum escaping from the pisshole in its huge mushroom head. Just hanging there, waiting to be licked off. So yummy. So tantalizing. Calling out to be licked and sucked." I felt her shudder against me.
Her delivery was perfect - it oozed sex. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the thought of sucking such a cock. I turned away from the box cover and looked at her. She was watching me and had seen me lick my lips. She smiled wickedly, letting me know I was caught.
"So, my little cocksucker - do you come here often? I've never seen you before."
I just stared at her. Terrified that this unknown woman had just looked deep inside my head and, without a word from me, deduced that I was a cock sucking submissive. Well, a would-be cock sucking submissive. As I said, I'd never sucked a real cock before.
I just stood there, my arm still captive in hers. Unable to flee or speak.
"Can't work up the courage to speak, little dove? Okay, how about this. Just nod yes or no."
I just kept staring, unable to even nod.
"Nod your head for me, baby. Don't be shy." And she started nodding her head at me slowly.
I stared for what seemed like minutes, but eventually, my head started to nod with hers, resulting in a gleaming smile on her face.
"Excellent. So, do you come here often?"
I shook my head.
"That explains why we've never met. Have you ever been here before?"
I shook no again.
"A virgin!" she exclaimed far too loudly.
I looked around in panic, expecting to find dozens of people staring at me. However, the store was empty except for the two of us and the clerk - who was busy ignoring us.
When my eyes returned to her face, it was stretched into a delighted and mischievous grin. "You are a virgin to the sex shop scene - right, pet? And I suspect that's not the only virgin thing in your life..." She trailed off and squeezed my arm. She lowered her voice like she was discussing secrets with her BFF. "So, have you ever been in a gloryhole booth?"
I was a fly in her web, unable to escape or resist her charm. Her candor and confidence drew me like a moth to the flame. I shook my head to indicate I'd never been in a gloryhole booth.
"But you do know what they are, right?"
I nodded this time. The reason I was here was to visit the booths. But I didn't want the clerk to think that's the only reason I came in, so I'd been surfing the video collection.
"So, do you want to visit the booths with me and see what it's like? That way, it looks like you're with a woman. That's what you're afraid of, isn't it? You're afraid the clerk will think you're gay if you go to the booths alone." Another squeeze of my arm. "So you're cruising the videos, right?"
I gulped noticeably but eventually nodded yes.
"I asked two questions that time, pet. To which were you agreeing? Going to the booths, afraid of what the clerk will think, or both?"
"B, b, b, both," I stammered, barely audibly.
Her mouth curled into a seductive and radiant smile. But her eyes... Her eyes made me tremble. She noticed and squeezed my arm reassuringly.
"Come on, I've already got a bunch of tokens. We don't even have to talk to the clerk." And she used our interlocked arms to propel me toward the doorway leading to the booths.
I stumbled along beside her, unable to resist. I looked at the clerk nervously. He glanced at us momentarily, then looked back at a magazine on the counter. The entrance to the video booths loomed before us like a portal to another dimension.
We passed through the opening into a well-lit hallway running parallel to the store's back wall. Directly ahead was a metal door with a numeric keypad lock and a sign reading 'Employees Only.' The corridor contained about a dozen booths running the length of the store. Each with a door and a light indicating if they were in use.
My new friend led me along the hallway and into an empty booth. Of course, the booth she picked was adjacent to the only occupied booth in the store.
She closed the door, and I noticed it had no lock. I looked up at her face, "there's no lock." I whispered in panic.
She grinned at me. "The door locks automatically when you feed tokens to the video player - forces people to feed the machines. Management can unlock them if the cops decide to make a surprise visit. But if that happens, all the video screens flash 5 times rapidly to let patrons know to get their shit in order so they don't get busted and the store doesn't get fined or worse. The clerk would have told you some or perhaps even all of this if you bought tokens, depending on his assessment of you."
"How do you know that?"
"I'm a regular, dear. I know all the juicy little secrets. Don't you worry, your pretty little head. I'm gonna take good care of you." She cooed. I smiled and relaxed a bit - probably for the first time since she spoke to me.
I looked around the small booth appraising the contents and noting the differences between my expectation and reality.
The video monitor was built into the booth's back wall. Beside it was a coin-operated box with a numeric keypad to select movies. The TV screen showed a moving list of titles, box covers, and 4-digit numbers. They ran the gamut - if you could think it, and it was legal to sell, it was on the list. My guide - I didn't know her name - didn't hesitate. She dropped a bunch of tokens in the machine and punched in a title code. A movie started playing on the monitor, the sound somewhat muted. The lighting in the booth also dimmed when the movie started - a nice touch on their part.
The booth floor was vinyl tile (or something similar) and, surprisingly, wasn't disgusting or sticky. A wastebasket in the corner had a pivot lid, so you didn't have to see what was in it. Beside the screen was a small shelf with 4 rolls of paper towels and a bottle of Windex. A small note indicated, 'For cleaning the screen.' Yeah, I'm sure. And the final touch was a bench against the wall that could be moved around the room if you wanted. Above it was a shelf on which my guide placed her purse.
