Just to be clear this is not a true story, it is based off a dream I had a few weeks ago, I figured with a little embellishment it would be a really hot story, let's hope I was right. ;)
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It seems I've always been a sexual person, so it was no surprise to my friends when I got a job at the counties local porn shop. Kids in the area call it the "Dirty Book Store," because of the false booksellers store front. Now don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I am also a poor college kid and the job pays really well. I am one of only 3 females on staff (part of the reason we all get paid big bucks...most of our customers are men so the boss man loves to have us there to play). The other girls, Susan and Cathy, are a few years older than me, (I'm 19), in their early 20's. We all have our specialties; Cathy is a Mistress, a beautiful blonde with big tits and a great ass who is most commonly wielding a riding crop. Her dominatrix skills have been in rather high demand now that we expanded the store. Susan is a sub-for-higher, her pouty lips, china white skin, and long honey brown ringlets make her look like a porcelain doll; men love it. And I do a little bit of everything. Not to brag but I am the most asked for out of the three of us. John (the owner) tells me it's my eyes. They are big and round and seem to change color with my mood. He said it's the look I give a customer that makes me like walking Viagra. That's why we get paid so much; it's us girls that keep business up. We work because we love our jobs and the fact that we can make grown men drool and weak at the knees, the money is just a nice bonus.
Now, before I start my story, I need a little background. The layout of the store is pretty simple, the first room is the fake bookstore, once you get past the ID check, the second room is what we call Observation, for the exhibitionists to test toys or get a show. It's just a large room with a couch, a few chairs, tons of cushions and some harnesses hanging from the ceiling. There is a mirror on the far wall next to the door that goes into the shop; the mirror doubles as a window for people in the shop to watch, and on both sides there are signs warning customers that by being in the room they give up their right to privacy and are most likely being watched, it also says that if people want privacy the shop has booths in the back. Inside the next room is the actual shop, with shelves of various sex toys, porn DVD's, and role-playing outfits. To the left is the front desk/cashier where John (boss man/owner) is usually found. Down the hall to the left is the dressing room and showers for us girls, and to the right are the booths. The booths are similar to observation only the window is on the inside so people can see the hallway, inside there are porn movies and glory holes for paying customers.
But enough about the shop, this story is about my latest experience there, not the actual shop.
It was a Friday night; I work mainly in the afternoon and evenings and go to college in the morning. My parents don't know where I work, they thing I work at a bookstore about 30 min away from my home, the location is convenient since I rarely run into anyone I know. Well...except for that night.
I walked in and George the doorman/bouncer greeted me as usual, with a hug and kiss on the cheek and a slap on my ass. I didn't mind, he was a sweetheart and a good judge of character so he made sure no weirdo's got in.
"Cathy's got a guy in Observation." He warned me, "sounds like she's giving it to him good."
"Thanks George," I laughed and opened the door. Shutting it behind me I turned to find myself face to face with a buxom blonde wearing a black corset and skintight black chaps.
"Hey Cath," I said, kissing her. "Having fun?"
"Hey sexy," she said tapping me sassily on the butt with her riding crop, in her other hand she held a small remote. "Hell yeah, I live to work."
"Who's your friend?" I asked, gesturing toward the man who was strapped into one of the harnesses on the ceiling. He was naked with only the straps of the harness crisscrossing his tanned body; he was pretty toned, nice muscles and a great ass. He was turned slightly to the side so I couldn't make out his face but I could tell he had a ball gag in his mouth because his whimpering was slightly muffled. He also had a long thin vibrator that was shoved deep inside his ass.
"Oh, this little slut?" Cathy grabbed him by the vibrator that was lewdly sticking out of his ass, "He came in with his buddies...the other two are watching from the window." She pressed a button on the remote causing the vibrator to start buzzing and his already rock hard cock to throb and drip furiously. Cathy must have been working on him for a while because his cock was a bright angry red; he looked so hard it must have been painful. His beautiful cock was nearly 8 inches long with a large mushroom cap that was shiny purple. She must have been hitting his prostate because his cock was throbbing and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. "Turn around and let my friend see you." Cathy swung him around, whacking him on the ass with her riding crop again.
The second she turned him I recognized him, it was one of my daddy's best friends, Rob. His wife was one of my mom's best friends too. I'd known him for ages and this was the last place I'd expect to see him. I opened my mouth to tell Cathy but she beat me to the punch.
"Open your eyes slut!" She smacked him again and I could see his balls tighten and his eyes squeeze shut tighter, he seemed to be trying really hard not to cum, but he managed to open his eyes to look at me.
Maybe it was the sheer shock of seeing me or the erotic taboo of it or a combination of the two but Rob lost control. His cock began to pulsate and he began to shoot his cum with loud grunting cries that were audible through the gag. His warm spunk flew everywhere, hitting me in the chest and face. I let out a slight moan; nothing turned me on more than watching guys shoot all over. His cock pulsed out stream after stream of cum in an orgasm that seemed to last for a full minute and he was breathing heavy when it was over.
"You bastard!" Cathy screamed, beating him with her riding crop. "I told you! Not! To! Cum! Yet!" She looked over her shoulder at me and smirked. "Damn girl, you got game today. Better go clean up and take care of yourself." She glanced down at my hand that was working its way down to rub my screaming pussy.
I laughed and went inside. My mind was racing and my pussy was soaking wet and begging to be touched, I felt like I was going to cum without touching it (which has been known to happen on the job). I was so turned on but so confused, a man I'd known all my life, who was like an uncle to me, had blown his load all over me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even bother looking at the men at the window.
"Hey John" I said when I reached the desk.