"My husband is a fucking asshole. Stop pulling your peckers ladies and turn me into a cum dumpster!"
That declaration came from an extremely pissed off woman. Her appearance jumpstarted an evening of pure hedonism for all of us at the First Avenue Adult Emporium. I've had my share of memorable experiences in my friend's adult book store, but nothing like what happened this one Saturday night.
The city was slowly reducing the size of the "Red-Light" district. Gone were the topless bars, strip joints and other book stores. The lone survivor was the First Avenue Adult Emporium owned by a guy who had enough dirt on some of the city aldermen to insure that his doors would be kept open as long as he wanted to stay in business.
The store was large, clean, and catered to people of varying sexual tastes. All the magazines, as well as the entire collection of DVDs and videos, were in alphabetical order according to genre. The adult toys were all located together. The dildos and vibrators stood like an army of number ones pointing at the ceiling. The creams, lotions and jells were stored in the same isle as the prophylactics. Whether you were hung like a field mouse or an elephant, there was a size, color, and style of condom to fit (pardon the pun) your needs. Plenty of women felt comfortable coming in to purchase just about everything that was for sale. The truly adventurous popped into the theatre for a quick lookie-look. The theatre area was designed with stadium style seating consisting of a right and left section separated by a center isle. The screen was huge and unlike other adult movie houses or theaters, there were boxes of kleenex all over the place, helping to keep the floor clean.
Occasionally a couple would come in and fool around with one another. Watching real women sucking cock or getting finger fucked was clearly more enjoyable than jerking off to the same action on the big screen. Participating in little nude-a-rama with total strangers happened more often than not for me and some of my pud-pulling pals.
10 to 15 guys would be scattered around the theater on a Saturday night. We were so comfortable with each other, most of us would be naked from the waist down, legs spread, our hard cocks in hand watching whatever was playing that night. No need for a lunch bag or newspaper to cover your unit, we all were hanging out (pardon another pun) for the same reasons.
The theater ceiling lights, video screen settings, and the little eye-in-the-sky camera were all controlled from a panel on the wall next to the register in the front of the store. Having worked the cash register on multiple occasions, I knew about having the ability to record what was happening in the theater.
About a half hour into a video where a plumber unclogs a drain, then receives the obligatory blow job from the scantly dressed housewife with monster sized tits, the ceiling lights got a little brighter. The door in the back of the theater swung open and a mysterious lady marched down the central isle yelling, "My husband is a fucking asshole. Stop pulling your peckers ladies, and turn me into a cum dumpster!"
She opened her raincoat and stood defiantly in front of us with her hands on her hips, and a sneer on her lips. She was completely naked except for thigh high stockings and heels. Her tits were big, her body pear-shaped, and her red hair was long and wavy. Why anybody would want to fuck someone other than this hottie was a mystery and had to be crazy.
"Here's how tonight is going to play out, you fuckers. I have a sandwich baggie that I'm going to fill with your cum. You will drop a load in my mouth, I'll spit it in the baggie. That prick that I married will drink every last drop of your jizz. My ass will be violated and my pussy pounded. Any cum not deposited in my ass or in my snatch will be smeared on me. I want to go home on wobbly legs and have trouble sitting down for a week. That Motherfucker will think twice about fucking around on me again. Stop jerking off and save your cum for me."
Once again, the house lights became a little brighter. I looked up an saw a little red light pulsating near the ceiling camera. We were being recorded. By the time I got totally naked, our lady had a cock in her mouth. Being true to her word, she spit that first load of cum into the baggie.
"Next, let's go," she commanded in a loud voice. "If you're fluffing yourself and you start to cum, drop your load on me. You girls understand?"
I stood between her outstretched legs and plopped my dick in her mouth. She was all business. Her pouty lips clamped the head of my dick. She stroked me with a firm grip. The sound was muted on the video playing behind us. Her slurping echoed throughout the theatre. She really knew how to suck a cock, but it was the finger she shot up my ass that made me explode. Most of my cum landed in her mouth. When she pulled her head off my dick a lone spurt of spunk landed on her chest. Once again, she spit the cum from her mouth into the baggie.
The guy behind me must have been jerking off while he waited his turn. As soon as her lips touched his cock, he exploded all over her face. "Well now Miss, aren't you special. Can your husband last longer? Step back and watch real men get off," she bellowed.
