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"All right, get this," he said. "Guys come into this seedy, little shop downtown. Out front, it's lingerie, dildos and dirty magazines. But in back are all these little booths about the size of a dressing room. Each one has a TVs. If you plunk a token into the black box, a porno movie pops onto the screen. The customers either jerk off or get a blow job or whatever. After they bust a load, it's my job to mop it up."
I didn't say a word. My face must've been totally expressionless because Ted said, "I know, you probably think it's sick."
"Yeah," I said. "I guess."
But the truth was that I found it totally erotic. Meeting a stranger in a strange place and performing strange sex acts was exactly the kind of adventure I needed.

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The whole party seemed to fall away from me. Ted kept talking, but I didn't hear a word he was saying. All I could think about was Porn Palace and what might be awaiting me inside.
"Um, Ted," I said. "I'm not feeling well. I've got to go."
I should explain something here: I don't want to brag, but I'm a hottie. I have 34B tits, 24 waist, and 34 waist. I'm quite sure Ted wanted to fuck me. But I wanted a little something different from your average one-night-stand, something a little naughtier, something that yet another frat boy just couldn't provide. So, I decided to leave.
I parked near the front door and took a deep breath. Here I was. I watched through the glass door as the cashier rang up a man in a Polo shirt. But I couldn't see what he was buying or what was on the shelves. I still had no idea what awaited me on the other side. But I had to do this.
I unbuttoned my red blouse to just barely expose my lacy, black bra. Then I fixed my make-up in the mirror, making sure the eyeliner was extra thick. For my lipstick, I went with the brightest, reddest shade in my purse. Just before opening my car door, I took another breath.
A bell on the door jingled when I opened it. Everyone in the store turned to look. Almost all of the customers were men, maybe ten of them. They looked from aisles of dildos, shelves of magazines and racks of videos. I was the only unattached girl in the place. The only other female was an older woman at the lingerie rack with her boyfriend.
"ID, ma'am," the clerk said.
I pulled out my driver's license and handed it over the counter. The clerk looked at it for two seconds and handed it back. This guy had four rings in his right eyebrow and flames tattooed on his wrist and forearm. He didn't seem to give two shits about anything. His laid-back attitude it feel like all the eyeballs in the store had turned away from me.
"Thanks," he said. "Anything I can help you with."
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Do you have video booths?"
"Yeah," he said. "Twelve tokens for ten bucks."
"OK," I said and then pulled a ten-dollar bill out of my wallet.
The clerk handed me a cup of tokens and said the "video arcade" was on the other side of the dildos. The booths were in a long, white hallway with fluorescent lights and a linoleum floor. It looked like the changing room at Wal-Mart. Five booths were on each side of the hallway. Most of the doors were closed. It was tough to tell if the muffled moans and groans on the other side were from videos or the real thing. I found an open booth at the end of the hall and closed the door behind me.
The place was about the size of an average dressing room. A wadded up Kleenex sat in the corner beneath a bench. The smell of cum was unmistakable. I plunked a token into the black box and watched the TV come alive with a close-up of a chick giving head. I unbuttoned my blouse all the way, folded my arms and pinched my nipples. My pussy was quickly getting wet. The TV snapped off after about a minute, so I fed my 11 remaining tokens to the machine.
That's when a soft tapping came at the door. I cracked it open and peeked outside. It was the clerk.
"What?" I whispered.
"How much," he whispered back.
"How much for what?" I asked.
"BJs, anal-whatever you're selling," he said. "A couple of the guys out here are interested."
"I'm not selling anything," I said.
The clerk furrowed his pierced eyebrows.
"You mean you're not a hooker?" he asked.
"No, just looking for a hook up," I said.
"Fuck," he said. "We don't get too many chicks like you. I'll tell 'em."
I left the door open and fell back onto the bench. By now, the chick on the video was getting fucked in the ass while sucking a cock. Serious lust vibrations began to take over my body. My mind started to comprehend what I'd just done. As I sat in the booth with a hand down my pants, the clerk was telling a bunch of men that I was giving out free sex. They'd come rushing in at any second. But it didn't matter because I wanted it.
The first guy knocked gently at the half-open door, then gingerly stepped inside. He looked like a banker in his golf shirt, khaki pants and loafers. He had a full head of gray hair that looked like it had been dried by sticking his head out of the car window on the interstate. I zapped him with my best "fuck me" gaze.
The banker unlatched his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. A thick, six-inch boner popped up when he pulled down his boxers. I fell to my knees and went in for a closer look.
His joint pulsed with his heartbeat. I was fascinated. I'd never seen a cock do that before. It made me want him more than ever.
The banker put his hand on the back of my head and gently guided my lips to his hard fuckstick. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. It felt good to have his meat inside me. I was about to satisfy a lifelong hunger that I never knew I'd had until just an hour earlier. And so it began . . .

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 "All right, get this," he said. "Guys come into this seedy, little
shop downtown. Out front, it's lingerie, dildos and dirty magazines. But in back
are all these little booths about the size of a dressing room. Each one has a
TVs. If you plunk a token into the black box, a porno movie pops onto the
screen. The customers either jerk off or get a blow job or whatever. After they
bust a load, it's my job to mop it up."I didn't say a word. My face must've
been totally expressionless because Ted said, "I know, you probably think it's
sick.""Yeah," I said. "I guess."But the truth was that I found it
totally erotic. Meeting a stranger in a strange place and performing strange sex
acts was exactly the kind of adventure I needed.
 
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The whole party seemed to fall away from me. Ted kept talking, but I didn't
hear a word he was saying. All I could think about was Porn Palace and what
might be awaiting me inside."Um, Ted," I said. "I'm not feeling well. I've
got to go."
I should explain something here: I don't want to brag, but I'm a hottie. I
have 34B tits, 24 waist, and 34 waist. I'm quite sure Ted wanted to fuck me. But
I wanted a little something different from your average one-night-stand,
something a little naughtier, something that yet another frat boy just couldn't
provide. So, I decided to leave.
I parked near the front door and took a deep breath. Here I was. I watched
through the glass door as the cashier rang up a man in a Polo shirt. But I
couldn't see what he was buying or what was on the shelves. I still had no idea
what awaited me on the other side. But I had to do this.I unbuttoned my red
blouse to just barely expose my lacy, black bra. Then I fixed my make-up in the
mirror, making sure the eyeliner was extra thick. For my lipstick, I went with
the brightest, reddest shade in my purse. Just before opening my car door, I
took another breath. A bell on the door jingled when I opened it. Everyone
in the store turned to look. Almost all of the customers were men, maybe ten of
them. They looked from aisles of dildos, shelves of magazines and racks of
videos. I was the only unattached girl in the place. The only other female was
an older woman at the lingerie rack with her boyfriend."ID, ma'am," the
clerk said.I pulled out my driver's license and handed it over the counter.
The clerk looked at it for two seconds and handed it back. This guy had four
rings in his right eyebrow and flames tattooed on his wrist and forearm. He
didn't seem to give two shits about anything. His laid-back attitude it feel
like all the eyeballs in the store had turned away from me."Thanks," he
said. "Anything I can help you with.""Uh, yeah," I said. "Do you have video
booths?""Yeah," he said. "Twelve tokens for ten bucks.""OK," I said and
then pulled a ten-dollar bill out of my wallet.The clerk handed me a cup of
tokens and said the "video arcade" was on the other side of the dildos. The
booths were in a long, white hallway with fluorescent lights and a linoleum
floor. It looked like the changing room at Wal-Mart. Five booths were on each
side of the hallway. Most of the doors were closed. It was tough to tell if the
muffled moans and groans on the other side were from videos or the real thing. I
found an open booth at the end of the hall and closed the door behind me.The
place was about the size of an average dressing room. A wadded up Kleenex sat in
the corner beneath a bench. The smell of cum was unmistakable. I plunked a token
into the black box and watched the TV come alive with a close-up of a chick
giving head. I unbuttoned my blouse all the way, folded my arms and pinched my
nipples. My pussy was quickly getting wet. The TV snapped off after about a
minute, so I fed my 11 remaining tokens to the machine.That's when a soft
tapping came at the door. I cracked it open and peeked outside. It was the
clerk."What?" I whispered."How much," he whispered back."How much
for what?" I asked."BJs, anal—whatever you're selling," he said. "A couple
of the guys out here are interested.""I'm not selling anything," I
said.The clerk furrowed his pierced eyebrows."You mean you're not a
hooker?" he asked."No, just looking for a hook up," I said."Fuck," he
said. "We don't get too many chicks like you. I'll tell 'em."I left the door
open and fell back onto the bench. By now, the chick on the video was getting
fucked in the ass while sucking a cock. Serious lust vibrations began to take
over my body. My mind started to comprehend what I'd just done. As I sat in the
booth with a hand down my pants, the clerk was telling a bunch of men that I was
giving out free sex. They'd come rushing in at any second. But it didn't matter
because I wanted it.The first guy knocked gently at the half-open door, then
gingerly stepped inside. He looked like a banker in his golf shirt, khaki pants
and loafers. He had a full head of gray hair that looked like it had been dried
by sticking his head out of the car window on the interstate. I zapped him with
my best "fuck me" gaze.The banker unlatched his belt and unbuttoned his
pants, letting them fall to the floor. A thick, six-inch boner popped up when he
pulled down his boxers. I fell to my knees and went in for a closer look.
His joint pulsed with his heartbeat. I was fascinated. I'd never seen a cock
do that before. It made me want him more than ever.The banker put his hand
on the back of my head and gently guided my lips to his hard fuckstick. I opened
my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. It felt good to have his meat
inside me. I was about to satisfy a lifelong hunger that I never knew I'd had
until just an hour earlier. And so it began . . .
 
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Fawn  24
‘GoodTime’ Girl
1-800-923-6889

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1.99/minute for one girl ~ 3.25/minute for 2 girls ~ A minimum of 10 minutes ~
MasterCard, Visa, or Discover
accepted ~ Discreet Billing