You just walked into a bookstore ...

That's the red barn, right? Never been there. I always forget about it until I'm driving past it.

These kinds of activities always seem got as fuck and get me going but i know the novelty would shatter the second i walked in and saw what was going on. The anticipation would be overridden by the nervousness and anxiety of the risks. I don't know how anyone can put that out of if their head long enough to lose their inhibitions and get into the action.

I never even really felt like i fit in at strip joints. Can't remember a single time i was aroused at one, even when getting a dance, though i think the are different reasons for that.
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Today, I went to a nice clean adult bookstore with booths. I paid the girl in the front - always like to see her little smirk as she hands the tokens over, looks you in the eye and mutters something about keep feeding the machines. She knows I'm thinking I'd love to feed her mouth.

Went back to the side, down the corrider to a hall with a bunch of doors and a couple with red lights over them. Picked one that was next to a door with a red light, and went in. Fed the machines, thinking of that cute mouth with cum all over it. Selected a video of a girl sucking off three guys and loving it. That would do, if someone walked in, they'd likely get the message, that this was wht I wanted, not butt-fucking.

And just then, the door opened and a stocky Hispanic walked in, leering. I waited for him to drop to his knees but he didn't. He just stood there. Then I realized, his zipper was open and his dick was pointing at me - long, straight and hard.

I was in the mood for feeding a mouth. What to do?
Move to a different booth. Ask him what he wants first.
 
Late night . About 10:00 A. M. My husband and I sit in the back parking lot of Excitement Video in Myrtle Beach , SC. We sit in our SUV near the back of the rear parking lot. Smoking a fat joint before we head inside. I am wearing nothing but a short denim skirt and tight black tank top, no bra or panties. As he exhales he says, "handjobs only..ok?" Taking the joint from him I reach over, rubbing his crotch where his hardon is evident. Squeezing as I inhale , holding it, then exhaling saying, "I'll suck you off if you want". I feel more like a whore than a wife at this pont. He laughs teasing my nipples through my top. "You can do that after we fuck later".

I put the half smoked joint in the ashtray. We step out and head inside and instantly the only woman in the room has eyes on her....
 
Move to a different booth. Ask him what he wants first.

I moved a hand perhaps to stroke his cock a bit, and with the other rubbed mine. Then the door burst open again, and another came in. It was dark, hard to see much.
 
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