Mississippi Coast Adult Bookstore

Last week, I had to go to the Mississippi Gulf Coast for business. I had a lunch meeting with a client which lasted until about 2 p.m.

The three glasses of wine with lunch had me relaxed, as well as the commitment of more business from my client. After bringing my client back to his office, I stopped at a casino to change clothes in their bathroom. I slipped out of my suit, and put on some flimsy, short, unlined running shorts, a tight tank, and some cross trainers. I also lubed up my medium butt plug and pushed it in. It used to be a really difficult process, but I am used to accommodating it so much faster now. I have also learned to walk with it in without too much difficulty. What a trashy feeling! I don't cruise casinos because of the abundance of surveillance cameras...so be warned!

Cruising down the beach highway, I stopped at an Adult Bookstore that is near the Air Force Base. It was my first visit. I was surprised to find the video arcades are at the front door. I walked to the bookstore area to find the unfriendly cashier glaring at me in my skimpy outfit. He told me that there was no minimum for the arcade so I immediately walked back. There were a few guys milling about, though none too impressive.

I was craving some porn and found a booth with a gloryhole, of course. I was glad to see a guy already in the joining booth. I could see that his plaid shirt was removed and his wranglers were bunched around his ankles. His booth was very smoky, which was a result of the pile of butts sitting next to him. My neighbor had obviously been in there for quite some time. His cock stood tall and proud at least 7.5 thick inches, but was lacking in the balls department. He leaned forward, and his jerking increased. My fingers through the hole only caused him to turn his back to me. Oh well, I just kneeled down and watched the movie

I almost forgot about my neighbor because thefew glances I stole through the hole, I only saw his back and his furious jerking. So I was surprised when I saw his cock pushing through the hole in front of me. Wasting no time, I sucked him all of the way in. Ribbons of cum slammed against the back of my throat. My shock and surprise quickly changed to passion as I drew every drop from his pulsing cock. He shot one hell of a load. Cum dripped down my chin as his pulses slowed. I love pulling the last drop out with my fingers, and he seemed happy to let me savor his shrinking cock.

Although I prefer to suck a cock to its conclusion, I still appreciate the perverse thrill of being a cum dump for strangers. He pulled his cock back with as little warning as he had pushed it through. Quickly dressing, he left.

I walked around again, to again find no one of interest. I passed my buddies vacant booth and noticed that he had put a $20 in the slot and there was a lot of credits left. Never one to miss free porn, I went in and disrobed except for my shoes. I jerked and played with my butt plug.

Someone entered next to me. He was a 50ish, clean cut, slightly overweight married guy. He peaked through to see me...a naked 34 year old, fit, smooth cock sucker watching the gloryhole. Obviously one who played the game, my new man pushed a semi hard, average cock through the hole. I sucked him hard, and he was quite respectable in size. I don't care so much about size as I do about an erotic situation. I love kneeling at a glory hole, naked except for tennis shoes. I enjoy the fact that the guys in the hall will peak through the openings around the door to see my naked ass facing them as I suck the guy through the glory hole.

Well as fast as the first guy was, this guy took his time. I sucked and sucked and sucked...happily I might add. The more I suck the more I know I was meant to do this, and do it well. Old, young, fat, thin, hairy, smooth, cut, uncut, friend, stranger...just jam it in my mouth, man.

Eventually, I heard his breathing quicken. Then the girth expanded. Here it cums....squirt, squirt. Yes. I did it again. I love that I just helped out this stranger, and now he would get into his car and return to his wife for dinner.

He left, and a guy around my age who I had passed in the hall entered. A bit overweight, but he had a fat hairy cock, uncut. He was already pretty hard, and obviously just jerked himself hard. His cock was very red and very hot. He whispered to me through the glory hole that he had watched me suck those other guys off, and noticed my butt plug. He asked if I wanted something longer than that in my ass. I said yes. I could hear him tear open a condom. And I watched him roll it on.

I stood up, pulled out my trusty plug, then backed up to the wide open glory hole. Cool air blew against my red and hairless hole. I felt some extra lube being applied. Good guy. He came prepared. Now let's see how good he is a fucking.

My new guy turned out to be very good. He pushed in, and found his rhythm quickly. I groaned. Too loudly, because I knew those in the hall could hear. The movement outside of my door told me I was also being watched. All added to my enjoyment. The door continued to jiggle, and my ass continued to be pounded. Suddenly the door opened. The jiggling had loosened the catch, and before me stood the cashier. I was afraid he was mad, but I was also in a state of pure ecstasy. My fucker had no idea what was happening and his thrust remained unchanged...gloriously fast, and hard. The cashier unzipped and stepped forward. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth.

He told me I was a nasty bitch. He left one hand grabbing my hair, and changed the channel to some slutty, big titty bitch sucking a fat dick.

"You wish that was you don't you" I could only mumble yes. He was ungraceful, but sexy at the same time. Some others watched from the door. I could hear the door of the store open, and he pulled out unexpectedly.

"Gotta go check, but you won't leave until I tell you."

He picked up my clothes and walked out. My ass would not betray my fucker, and I remained attached to the cock through the glory hole. My level of excitement only increased as I realized I was naked and trapped in the arcade area.

An Air Force guy walked in front of the open door to see me backing up on the cock. He pulled out his cock, and fed it to me. He was much more gentle than the first guy. He also stroked my hair, and complimented me on my skills. I really liked him. It didn't hurt that his cock was beautiful with nice round balls. My fucker really pushed the right buttons in my ass, because I began to shoot a torrent of cum onto the floor without even touching myself. Fly boy took no time to shoot, however, and left just as I was falling into a trance from being dicked on both ends.

My fucker increased his tempo, and I could feel his cock expand in my ass. I knew he was cumming, and his groans increased. I could hear the front door of the bookstore open and close again. After pulling out, my fucker left.

I remained in the booth. The $20 of credits expired. I could hear the cashier yell, "hey, booth 12, you left something at the cash register get up here now!" Fear coursed through my veins. As much as I love to show off, I had never been in this place before. It was a public place, and now I had nothing but my cross trainers on. He must have known my reluctance, and yelled again, "I said get up here now!"

I walked out of the booth. Fortunately no one was in the hall at that time. I turned the corner, again no one. I passed a booth with the door slightly opened. The guy inside glanced out and was shocked to see a naked guy sneaking down the hall. He opened his door...man, was he good looking. I stopped driven by lust I wanted to suck this guy now. The cashier yelled again, "I am watching you on the cameras buddy, get up here now!" I turned and walked up. As I passed the front door, I was afraid a new patron would happen upon me, in all my naked glory. But instead I walked by without incident.

I turned into the well lit bookstore section to find the cashier and three customers at the counter looking at the monitor. He had obviously told them what he had done, and invited them up for a laugh. He made me come behind the counter and suck him some more. Then he turned me around, rolled on a condom, and fucked me behind the counter. The other guys just stood and watched. He fucked fast. I am sure he was in fear of someone, particularly a Biloxi vice, walking in. Somehow, fear of arrest never entered my mind. I was on a different plane, and enjoying every minute of it.

He came in me and told me to dress and leave. One of the patrons followed and asked if I would come home with him. He was a very unsettling figure, however, so I declined.

I got back in the car and headed for Louisiana. My adrenalin still ran high, and I shook from excitement. Forty-five minutes later, I crossed the state line back into Louisiana. I stopped at the rest area, and went inside the welcome center. It didn't register to me that I was still dressed like a slut, even down to the cum stains on the front of my tank top. I give very sloppy blow jobs.

I used the middle urinal and was flanked by two rednecks. Neither said anything to me. I went to the sink and began to wash my hands. An older man and a young salesman type entered. The rednecks left. The older man had hiked up the side of his short, elastic waistband shorts. He finished before the salesman, and turned to me with his cock still sticking out of his leg hole.

I licked my lips. He winked and walked out. I followed. I went outside to see him turn around the corner of the building. I followed. He walked and looked back. He smiled. Oh man, he was a very handsome man. 60ish, fit, silver hair....tan, yum. He turned into a door of a back building. I followed. It turns out to be alternative rest rooms for after the welcome center closes at night.

The room is huge, clean, and empty except for him. But I could not see him. There is a wall that completely hides the urinal from the view of the front door. As I pass the wall, he is standing there with is pants down, and hard cock out. Shaved balls with a ball strap rested on one hand. The other hand slowly jerked the delicious cut cock.

"You want this, boy?" I nodded.

"I didn't hear you, boy."

"Yes, Sir," I reply. He grins.

"Then get over here, Bitch." He grabs my head and jams me onto his cock. Oh my! I am in heaven.

"Pull down those shorts, slut, let me see your hot ass." I did. He leans forward and slaps me hard. I groan onto his cock. He chuckles.

"Nice, Slut,you know your place." I nod on his cock.

"Answer me slut!"

"Yes, Sir," I mumble onto his cock. Another slap.

"Stand up!" I do and he pulls up my tank top. He pinches both titties.

"I am Jack" he says.

"Hello, Jack," I say.

"Call me, Sir...my, my...aren't you a slut"

"Yes, Sir." He kisses me hard.

"I can taste my cock on your mouth slut." And he kisses me more.

"We can't stay in here long, Slut, so suck me some more." I do.

"Now, you will come to my house soon, slut, you will serve me, I am kinky, but I will not hurt you, I will spank you, I will humiliate you, I will use you however I want to, got it?"

"Yes, Sir." I dared not challenge him. Plus, I really want to go to his house.

He pulled his cock out.

"We don't have much time. Jerk off into your hand, boy. Cum for me." I jerk hard for him.

"Do it fast," Jack orders.

"But I take a long time to cum," I say.

"Do it," is his reply. I want him to use me some day, so I jerk myself wildly. I feel my balls contracting. I place my other hand in front of my cock in a bowl shape. I squirt into my hand. Jack pats my shoulder.

"Now lick your cum." I lick every drop of my cum like a kitten with warm milk. Jack smiles. Wow is he sexy.

"You love your cum don't you boy?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good, we will have fun. My pickup is outside. I will give you my number out there." Jack kissed my forehead, and walked out. As I approached, Jack was beaming like a proud father.

"We are going to have a great time together, Boy. You will serve me well, you sexy Bitch." He pinched my nipple while other people and cars passed by.

"I know you will call me, Boy."

So did I.

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written by mandeville