Owned by a in a bookstore video booth
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Posted:Dec 28, 2011 9:48 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2013 4:05 am
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I was home alone and feeling pretty horny. I decided to shower and pull on a new black body stocking. After rubbing myself a bit I got really horny. I love the feel of nylon on my skin so much! I dressed, and although it was near midnight I resolved to drive to an adult book store about 15 minutes down the road; there I could watch some videos and suck some dick. Mmmm! I arrived at the bookstore, bought my tokens for the video booths, and made my way past the turnstile to the back. It was very dark except for a few multicolored lights which revealed a handful of strangers walking about and leaning against the walls. I selected a video booth, inserted my tokens, and began flipping through videos. I could hear several men outside my booth, pacing and talking, and noted a glory hole cut out of the booth wall. I stood up, removed my shoes and pants, tied off the bottom of my white top, and began masturbating to a video playing on the booth monitor. I knew I was being watched by someone through the glory hole, but I didn't care. After a short while, a skinny, young black boy tapped on my door and entered my video booth; he had been watching me. I felt a little exposed, wearing a black body stocking with a white button-up top tied off at the bottom while a gay porno played on the booth's video monitor. He quickly unzipped, unbuttoned, and removed his jeans without speaking and stood in front of me. He was wearing tight, light blue boxer-briefs bulging with his hard dick about an inch from my face. I was mesmerized. He placed one hand on the back of my head and pulled my face to his dick. I remember an "Oohhhh" sound leaving my lips as he took control of my submissive body. I placed my hands at the top of his boxer-briefs and slowly pulled them down past the top of his big dick. I kissed the tip and ran my tongue and lips along the its length and back, gently rubbing his balls with my fingers along the way. "Oh yeah, faggot, mmmm", he whispered. Sliding his big dick into my wet mouth, I let out a little moan and slowly bobbed my head up and down on it a few times taking it down as far as I could. I wanted to make him feel as good as I could while I was worshiping his big, strong dick. From the edge of my vision I remember seeing a man watching us through the same glory hole my new boy-master had watched me through earlier. To him I'm just another wimpy faggot in pantyhose waiting to be dominated by any stranger I met in this place. I didn't care. My boy-master then pulled his now-hot dick from my mouth and lips and stood me up from the bench I was sitting on. Realizing his complete mastery of me, the boy then turned me facing the wall. He held one hand on the back of my neck and used his other hand to finger-fuck my butt through a hole in my nylon body stocking. I moaned as I pushed my butt against his hand as he fingered my pussy. He talked so dirty to me the whole time. He called me "bitch", "faggot", "sissy", and said, "What kind of boy are you; no boy I know of wears pantyhose." I slowly parted my pantyhose-clad legs a little further as my new black master increased the speed in which he finger banged my nylon encased butt. I moaned like a . I may have been older than him, but he was definitely in charge of me. Standing with my arms hanging helplessly at my side and in a daze, all I could do was submit to his easy and unrelenting domination and moan like a phat-assed little pantyhose bitch. When he released me I turned, moved in, and submissively kissed his lips and sucked his tongue a little; bobbing on it like it was a dick. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but no. I already look like such a complete pussy; why compound it? Grasping my hair, he pulled my head back and kissed and licked my neck before spitting into my open mouth. Again, my only response was, "Uuunnn" as I swallowed his spit. He knew I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. He then slowly forced me to my knees and pushed his dick back into my mouth, saying, "Suck it you sissy." I did, and loved every second of it. He quickly came in my mouth (I swallowed as much of his cum as I could), let me go, got dressed, and left me in the booth. The man in the next booth was whispering something , he now had a couple more guys watching through the glory hole with him. Oh my God, I couldn't believe I got owned by an 18 year old boy!
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Caught sucking dick by a co-worker:(
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Posted:Aug 8, 2011 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2020 4:56 am
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God, I was in a local adult bookstore early this morning on my knees sucking this 50 something black guy's dick in a video booth. He came in my mouth, pulled up his jeans, quickly opened the door and walked out of the booth. I was wearing a black bodystocking with a pink button-up shirt tied at the bottom. No shoes. As I was rising to my feet, I looked up and staring right at me is this guy I work with. I think he may have been watching me through the glory hole on the other side of the booth wall, but I'm not sure. I closed the door fast and put my pants back on, wiped my mouth off, and untied my shirt. It felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest. I comported myself and made my way out of the video booth section of the store, through the main area, and out to my car. My hands were shaking as I tried to press the button on my keychain to unlock my cardoor. Oh my god, I am so embarrassed. I just know he's going to tell people at work. I saw him briefly today but we didn't speak. The last image of me he had before this was of me in a black bodystocking getting up from my knees with my pink shirt tied at my belly and cum on my face. I don't know what I'm going to do except pray he's cool
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John and I pt. 6
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 11:14 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2020 4:57 am
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Personally, I was okay with what happened and let him know that on the drive home. He told me he was okay with what happened too, but it had to stay between us. We drifted apart the remainder of the school year, but resumed our friendship when we started college. Coincidentally, we had both developed a fetish for pantyhose and body stockings independent of one anothers company during this time. Before long we rented an apartment together and secretly cruised the local adult bookstores. Occasionally, we would take turns sucking dicks through glory holes; or if the penis were long enough we would run our wet lips and tongues up and down each side of a hard dick together, faintly kissing each other as we reached the head. Ill elaborate on these stories another time. There are many to tell. Currently, John and I live in different states, but speak regularly and openly about our sexual escapades. I’ve learned that it’s very therapeutic to have someone in your life to share your horniest, darkest secrets and desires.
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John and I pt. 5
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 11:12 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 4:25 pm
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My lips hovered over his hard cock for a moment out of apprehension; I had been conditioned my entire life to know what I was about to do was wrong. He then placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth over his smooth, silky cock. This was my first exposure to those horny feelings that arise when I'm submitting to another male's will; both of us aware that I’m the bitch in the equation. It was a new feeling to me; my penis twitched and I loved it. Firmly in control, John then bobbed my head repeatedly on his cock for about 10 minutes, only pausing to allow me to lick his balls and kiss the head of his penis intermittently. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed performing this act on him. He then stopped me and turned me over to place me on my back. He then moved to position himself over me in a 69, but for some reason I got freaked out and moved away to the edge of the bed. I dont remember why, maybe it was too much for me to process in one day. Perhaps a little embarrassed about what happened, John got out of bed and said he was going to take a shower before we leave. I had a difficult time assessing Johns thoughts, unsure if he was mad at me or not.
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John and I pt. 4
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 11:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2007 11:11 pm
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After a few minutes I asked him, Can I suck yours? Johns eyes were locked with mine and only allowed my pulsing dick to pop out of his warm mouth at his discretion, not mine. He released my wrists and moved to the top of the bed, letting me know who was in charge here without speaking a word. John sprawled out on his back while I slid my body down between his legs until my mouth was adjacent with his beautiful, tight, boxer/brief covered rock-hard penis. I then reached forward and pulled his underwear back softly, letting my fingers feel the smooth skin beneath.
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John and I pt. 3
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 11:06 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 4:25 pm
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Honestly, I don't remember what my fascination with Michael Chang was at the time. I think at that point John knew it was okay to take out his own pent up sexual frustration on me. Without a word he moved our covers to the side and slid my underwear down. He then started sucking me, eventually holding my hands down to my sides. I remember how amazing it was to me; a fantasy I had built up in my mind for a couple of years was becoming reality before my eyes. I moaned aloud despite myself.
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John and I Pt. 2
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 11:05 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 4:25 pm
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While reaching for a drink on the nightstand, I “accidentally” brushed my hand across the top of his smooth, tight thigh a couple of times and let it be apparent that I had a hard on while getting up to go to the bathroom. To my dismay, nothing sexual occurred between us that evening. I remember falling asleep visualizing burying my face in his tight boxer/brief covered crotch.
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John and I pt. 1
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Posted:Apr 12, 2007 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2007 11:04 pm
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My first consensual homosexual encounter happened with my best friend John when we were 16 and 17 years old respectively. We stayed in a cheap motel room in Jefferson, WV on a Friday night because we were both tipsy from strong drinks and snow was beginning to stick to the road. Once situated in our room, we stripped down to our tight boxer/briefs and covered up in bed together to watch TV. Being so close to him with only our underwear on was nearly unbearable to me. I wanted to touch and lick and kiss his thighs, crotch, chest and lips so badly. I was apprehensive and not entirely sure of his feelings on the matter.
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