Helen sat in her car, only a block away from the adult bookstore her best friend had told her about—why she decided to visit it wasn't very clear in her head. All she knew was she had gotten extremely aroused, when Sophia had described, in highly vivid details, her escapades in the bookstore and so...
Perhaps, it was her husband's constant traveling that drove her to visit the place; John was always absent and doubts had crept in her mind regarding his fidelity.
Maybe, it was her son moving back in with them—at the ripe age of twenty-five—for reasons he adamantly refused to disclose.
After a few deep breaths and a menthol cigarette—her first cigarette since high-school—she got out of the car, her mini skirt rising almost above her bare bottom. Hastily, she fixed it and walked fast on her high heels, glaring about at the run-down, and quite notorious, neighborhood.
She noticed several small groups of hoodlums scattered about and her heart jumped up in her throat, as she felt their glares glued on her firm body, almost entirely exposed thanks to her mini skirt and midriff-exposing top.
The first thing that overwhelmed her, when she stepped into the bookstore was the scent—strong, sweaty, nostril-burning. Then, her glance moved to the shelves and all the adult video titles with the explicit covers openly showcased.
"Hello," a rusty, hoarse voice greeted her and her back stiffened.
She gulped down, when she noticed the old man behind the counter, his skillet haircut and thick mustache.
"So, how may I help you?" He asked and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, stepping out of the counter.
"Oh, I'm...browsing," she cleared her throat and immediately reached out for the nearest DVD. "I've heard you have booths, to...
ahem
, watch the..."
"Yes, of course!" His grin expanded—her heart skipped a beat at the cold realization the man knew exactly
why
she was there.
The man returned behind the counter and asked for the DVD—it was only then she noticed the title and lewd cover:
Watching My Mom Go Black
. Her face turned crimson and she lowered her gaze, when the man's smirk broadened.
"Well, it's twenty bucks for one hour—five bucks for every extra half hour," he gave her a wink and motioned her to follow him.
She walked into the booth and the man, with a sly nod, closed the door. All alone, and with the movie starting on the large TV, she looked at the lonesome steel chair.
Yet, it were the writings on the walls, predominantly around the two gloryholes, that got her attention—encouragements to suck some cock, as well as testimonies from others, who'd apparently been there and sucked dick.
The movie started with a young white guy talking to three black, muscular guys—soon, the black guys roughened the white guy up, until a very busty woman entered the scene. It escalated quite rapidly from there, as the three black guys fondled the woman, while the white man (who portrayed her son) sat in the corner and helplessly watched.
She took her top off, suddenly the booth becoming too hot, and cupped her large natural breasts, squeezing and rubbing, gently pinching her nipples—unable to stop soft moans from escaping her lips, yet still perfectly conscious of the two gloryholes, as well as of the fact someone could be on the other side.
It wasn't just the large black cocks on the screen that guided her hand under her skirt—the taboo fantasy of the woman's 'son' watching made the wheels in her head turn fast, creating all sorts of insane images.
She pictured herself all dolled up—like the quite plastic bimbo pornstar on the screen—and walking the rough streets around the bookstore with Jim, her son, garnering the attention of the raucous crowds and finding herself in a tight spot. She slipped a finger in her wet pussy and let out a prolonged sigh, as she envisioned herself kneeling in some dark corner, surrounded by huge, hard, black cocks, throbbing and ready to ravish her, while her son simply stood there, watching lustfully, jerking off to the impending abuse of his mother...
A part of her wanted nothing more than to snap out of it and get the hell out of the booth—these images, and most importantly the effect they had on her body, horrified her.
But, when the woman on the screen sucked the black cocks and her 'son' jerked off, Helen lost herself in the overwhelming sensations, reminding herself it's all fantasy and that in fantasy
everything
's permitted.
Yet, the throbbing real-life shaft that emerged through the hole to her right challenged her code of conduct once again—it pulsated, as if commanding her to wrap her lips around it.
At first, Helen simply remained petrified on the foldout chair—her finger still in her cunt, her mouth wide open and drooling—staring at the prick seemingly staring right back at her.
Then, encouraged by the porn video and all the dirty thoughts flooding her mind, she knelt down and gently stroked it with one hand, while rubbing and fingering her pussy.
Her mouth filled with salt, when she pulled the foreskin back and wrapped her lips around it; the cock jerked, when she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head and bobbed her head, gradually taking more of the rod in the mouth.
She gagged, when the head hit the back of her throat; momentarily, she had to stop and catch her breath, while she stared at the nameless prick, now drenched in her own saliva.
It wasn't the size that had made her soaking wet so quickly—though, the prick definitely was of a significant size, equaling her forearm. Nor was it the color, though she did enjoy the fact it was black, mirroring the video.
What
did
get her so hot and wet so fast was the fact it was nameless, faceless—a dick that appeared through a gloryhole, whose owner she'd never meet.
And
that
allowed her to push herself and take it deeper down her throat. She choked on it, actually cherishing the tears that turned her eyesight blurry—with her top on the dirty floor and her skirt lifted up to her waist, she felt like an utter slut sucking on that strange black dick, while rubbing her clit fast, body-twitching shivers going up her spine.
She stole glimpses of the screen, drawing inspiration from the frantic rhythm with which the blonde pornstar sucked the hung black guys—she drooled all over the black cock and stroked it with both hands, all too eager to take it all in.
Unable any longer to control the fire burning in her loins, she turned around, bent over, and guided the thick, pulsing shaft in her pussy—she grunted and squeezed her tits hard, when she pushed her body toward the wall, taking the rod deeper.
She pounded the stranger bareback, her legs shaking from the euphoric feeling of the raw prick gliding against her inner muscles, her buttocks slamming hard on the thin wall of the booth.
Her moans echoed loudly inside the tiny booth, almost drowning the sound of her ass banging against the wall—her eyes goggled, when a big white prick emerged from the other gloryhole, throbbing mere inches away from her agape mouth.
Overly enthralled, she wrapped both hands around it, unable fully to close her fist around it, and licked the mushroom purple head. Her jaw ached in her attempt to accommodate the cock in her mouth, her lips all too tightly wrapped around it.
She choked herself on the big cock—having already forgotten about the porn movie still playing—and immediately her pussy clenched, even tighter embracing the black prick banging her.
Her eyes popped wide open, when her insides stretched even more out from the throbbing black cock—she moaned heavily on the cock in her mouth, when the black cock unloaded deep in her.
With spunk gushing from her drenched cunt, she took the white cock down her throat, gagging and groaning on it; the black cock disappeared and she dropped to her knees.
She rubbed the swollen balls of the stranger, while trying to swallow the entire shaft down, her throat stuffed and stretched just by half of it. Tears streamed down her eyes, as she rubbed hard her drenched, and still dripping cum, pussy; the big cock muffled her climactic moans, her entire body squirming from the intense orgasm that turned her legs perfectly numb.
Her pussy convulsed and lost as she was in the orgasmic waves swarming her body—rendering her mind perfectly numb to everything but the desire for another, even stronger, climax—she turned around and guided the nameless cock in her pussy.
Its girth stretched her even further out and the stranger almost immediately began thrusting hard; her hands on the floor, she pressed her ass against the booth's wall, eager to feel the big shaft deep inside her.
Her screams of pure joy rang inside the booth, as the nameless shaft ravaged her soaked cunt, his thrusts rocking her body back and forth—her fast swaying breasts slapping her on the jaw.
Various strong sensations traversed her body, when her glance fell back on the screen and watched the pornstar being spitroasted by two black actors, while her 'son' sat in the corner jerking off—immediately, her mind wandered to her son, and husband, wondering what they'd think, if they saw her bent over and pounded by the nameless cock.
Suddenly, her mind was completely emptied—her guilt over cheating on her husband eviscerated—when a second orgasm hit her body like a runaway train, rendering her perfectly numb and lost to the phantasmagoria of fireworks going off in her head.
Her knees buckled and only the cock ramming her prevented her from collapsing on the dirty floor—loud screams escaped her mouth in a constant stream, rattling the booth's thin walls.
