"Don't fucking move!" Cindy grinned devilishly down at him while jerking Peters hard cock up and down furiously. The small 6 by 6 box was closing in on him. He could feel the cum welling in his balls. The booth smelled heavy of sex and sweat. God how had he gotten himself in this again.
It has been over a week since that night in the hotel. He had felt so bad, especially that at the end he did not need to be coerced that hard. Thinking back at how he had fucked her little white trash pussy stuck in his head every waking hour.
If only it were as simple as a little fling. Peter remembered what a friend had told him back in college, "The crazier they are the better they are in the sack."...And this was one crazy bitch.
The days after Cindy had tormented him every chance she could get. Licking her lips suggestively or bending way over to pick something up she "accidentally" dropped. But today he found a note to meet up for lunch. What was she up to now?
"Hey cutie." Cindy cooed nibbling on some fruit in front of their office. "Come on let's take a little walk."
They walked and talked although Cindy kept the conversation on how good last week had been. "So would you like that tape back?"
"Yes Cindy come on this isn't funny if my wife ever found that tape..."
"Well we wouldn't want that now would we...hehe how about this maybe you can earn it back by doing let's say 5 no 6 little favors for me? The first we could do right now."
Peter looked up and found Cindy had walked them right to a nearby porn shop. "Cindy it's in the middle of the day."
"Well do you want that tape back or not?" as she grabbed his hand and lead him through the doorway into the dark exterior.
Rows of porn tapes filled the small space but Cindy walked right past with purpose. It seemed she knew where she was going. Past a wall of dildos and through a curtain in the back. Inside was a short hallway with half a dozen doors leading into small booths.
