Thoroughly Used Again
Hello everyone! This is a continuation of the story, THOROUGHLY USED. In the last chapter, the main character was used by a dominating, well hung black man in an Adult Bookstore while being shared with many of the patrons and used as a cum and piss dump. This story picks up after everyone has left and he is stranded in the bookstore wearing only a tattered pair of pink boy -short style panties. Please note that this story continues the themes set forth in the first one so expect some hardcore fucking and piss play. If this is not your cup of tea, please hit the back button on your browser and go somewhere else. For those of you that like these kinds of stories, enjoy!! As always, I enjoy the feedback, either via comments or sent directly to my email which you can find on my profile page. This series has a total of five chapters planned and I hope you enjoy them all.
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I got back to the original room where we had started and walked over to the couch where I had left my jeans, shirt and sandals only to find that they were gone. I stood there in disbelief as the situation registered with me. I was stuck in an adult bookstore, covered in cum and piss wearing only a pair of torn, hot-pink boy-short panties.
"Fuck me," I said to out loud to myself.
Once again, I had let my perverse desires get me into a fucked up situation. Walking around back here in the arcade dressed in only a pair of panties was one thing, but how was I going to get out of the store and to my car without being seen by everyone? Worse yet, how was I going to get out of my car and up to my apartment on the third floor without being seen by any of my neighbors?
"Fuck me," I said again.
I sat down in the room where my clothes were supposed to be and tried to figure out my options. I knew waiting around wasn't going to help anything. Someone had taken my clothes. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was some other guy who was here. Who the fuck knows?! All I did know was that it was the middle of the afternoon. Right now would be the best time to leave because as it got closer to 5pm, more and more people would be coming to the store and it would be crowded with a new batch of horny men who would love to get their hands on me (and cocks in me). That, in and of itself was not an issue. I was more than ready to fuck around and be used some more, but the issue came with getting back in my home unseen. Right now, I could hopefully sneak into my apartment while most everyone was still at work, but the longer I stayed here, the likelihood of that happening was slim to none.
My first task though was to do a quick check of all the available rooms just to make sure my clothes had not just been moved. From there, I would either walk out a clothed man or I would take step 2 in my plan to get out. Run like hell to my car!
I opened up the door to the room and stepped out into the hall. The place was relatively quiet now, save for the cacophony of moans and screams of pleasure from the various video screens in the open rooms. Since you paid for access to the arcade, not for time in a specific room, the TV's were always running. I started to walk room to room, hoping against hope that I would see my clothes thrown in a corner. I got through one whole side of the rectangle of rooms and started on the other side. I turned the corner and saw a lone man standing against the wall. He wasn't anything special. Not gorgeous, but not disgusting. He was like a lot of the men that come in there. He was either hoping to please a cock or find someone to please his.
He looked over at me and smiled. He pushed off the wall and walked towards me. I tried to ignore him and continued checking the rooms, but my small, barely clad body was apparently something he could not resist. He stepped right up to me and his hand went right to my ass.
I spun around at this obvious violation of my space and forcefully said, "Hey, what do you think you are doing?"
"Come on baby," he said with a hint of failed smoothness, "you look so good. Let Daddy have some fun."
"Look, I know where in a sex shop, but that doesn't mean you can just decide to touch me without my permission," I said, surprising myself. Normally I like this. Being forced upon. Being taken. But at the moment, I was perturbed with my situation.
"Well, when you walk around like that, it doesn't exactly scream 'hands off' to someone like me," he said.
He had a point.
"I'm sorry," I said sheepishly. "I'm just a bit frustrated."
"You and me both baby," he said, stepping closer and running his hands across my smooth tummy.
"No, I mean, my clothes were stolen and now I'm stuck in here like this," I confessed.
"What?" he asked, backing up and taking in my unique circumstance. "Someone took your clothes? How are you going to get home?"
"Oh my keys are in my car," I said, "but it is the walk out that I am not looking forward to."
"Damn, that sucks," he said. "Well, I've got a jacket in the car that you can wear out to yours if you want."
"Really?" I said, astonished at his kindness. "That would be beyond nice of you."
"Of course...," he started, "I think if I'm going to do something nice for you..."
"Well," I said, stepping up closer to him, "you did help solve my frustration. It's only fair that I do the same for you." I reached down and caressed his bulge, expressing my gratitude. "Very nice," I thought to myself. "Very nice indeed."
He pushed me into one of the rooms, closed and locked the door and then his hands were all over me. He began to kiss me and I melted into him. He wasn't rough like the black man had been. He was passionate, like I was exciting him in much more than an "I just want to get off" kind of way.
We must have kissed for five minutes, maybe longer and the entire time, I was rubbing his cock through his slacks. He felt like he was going to burst right through them. I moved both of my hands to his belt and began to unbuckle them while he continued to kiss me and explore my body.
I undid them and moved my hand to his boxers, caressing him through the flimsy material. I then slid my hand up and into the waist of his underwear before sliding down and grasping a very hard, decent sized cock. He moaned into my mouth, momentarily stopping from kissing me and I took the break to sink down to my knees. As I moved to my rightful place, I pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang out in full view. He was definitely above average and very hard. I grasped him again and began to stroke while moving my mouth to his shaved balls.
He thrust his crotch toward my mouth and I felt him grasp the back of my head. His throbbing cock slid across my face as his balls sank into my mouth. I made a ring around each one, sucking them into my mouth and pleasuring them with my tongue. I moved from ball to ball as he continued to slide his engorged dick across my smooth face.
"Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned as I worked him over. I used my hands solely as a way of keeping his balls pushed out from his body so that they would fit effortlessly into my mouth. I bathed his hairless sack for ages, teasing out the pleasure to both of us. I simply adore a nice set of shaved balls and I will suck on them endlessly if given the chance. But, it seems, that chance was not going to be given to me. He wanted more than a simple ball wash. Not that this surprised me, of course.
He pulled back enough to withdraw his nuts from my mouth and his dick slid fully off my face and in one swift motion, he lined up with my still open mouth and pushed his cock inside. With his hands on my head, he began to face fuck me, pushing his cock into my mouth with deep, needful thrusts. I fondled his wet balls while he used my face, but he wanted a bit more submissiveness from his new found cocksucker.
"No hands," he said. "Put them behind your back and keep them there."
I did as he instructed, latching my hands behind my back as I sat on my knees dressed in only a pair of tattered pink boy-short panties and let this Good Samaritan, who had promised me the use of a jacket from his car, fuck my face.
"You have such a nice mouth," he slurred, his thrusts becoming harder. He pulled out and slapped my face multiple times before yanking my head back and spitting on my face. What a delightfully unexpected surprise!
"Such a whore," he stated and then pushed back into my mouth. He was combining his strong pelvic thrusts with an equally strong and opposite direction yank of my head back and forth along his cock. As accustomed as I was to taking dicks in my mouth and down my throat, even I found myself choking and gagging. One specific thrust had me almost retching and I involuntarily yanked back against the invading object and threw my hands up from their position to push off the onslaught.
This only seemed to anger him.
"I fucking told you bitch, no hands," he said as he released my head and reached down, sliding his black leather belt from the loops in his slacks. He quickly shuffled behind me and said, "Put your hands behind your back again."
I did as I was told and I felt him loop the belt around my crossed forearms so that they were bound together behind my back, bent at the elbows. He tightened the restraint and then, when I guess he was satisfied, shuffled back and took his place in front of me once again.
"Open up," he said.
I opened my mouth.
"Stick out your tongue," he said.
