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Bookstore Whore


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I am fortunate enough to live where the adult entertainment industry is large. We have three bathhouses, countless strip clubs, and many bookstores. That being said I love to frequent the holes.

We all know the dark game and this game is like no other. Wondering around the arcade in the dark with nothing but the light of porn videos to light the way. In and out of booths looking for a cock to suck or to ride, bending down to peek through the hole to examine the slab of meat on the other side.

Today was like any other day at the holes. I was was walking around scoping out the patrons. I ventured in to a few booths and came out unsatisfied. I am pretty much versatile and like most gay men I LOVE TO SUCK COCK. In a booth I am on my knees sucking on a nice seven uncut thick blue collar cock and was fed a thick load I literally had to swallow, he zipped up and moved on. Back on the prowl I ended up on the other end of the spectrum with a pink cut eight inch white collar who pinned my head against the wall and proceed to fuck my throat til he released his pent up juice. He also zipped up and left. All in all I sucked six cocks in less than half an hour, and swallowed every last load, but this story is about the seventh cock that was fed to me through a glory hole.

The seventh cock was thick about six inches cut and white. He plopped it through the hole and I did what every cock sucker does:  I got down on my knees and started to service. He pulled it out then fingered for my cock. I happily obliged. His mouth was so velvety, warm, and his saliva was like silicone lube. His mouth was fantastic. After a few minutes went by I found myself moaning and fucking the hole, bucking up against the wall. I quickly pulled out as I needed to have the full effect of this treasure.  With that I bent down and motioned for us to go into a booth together. He agreed.

Once we were In the booth, and before I could blink, he was on his knees, his pants down and ripping my pants down, sucking on my cock and servicing my balls.  It was wonderful. I found myself gripping the back of his head, shoving my cock deep past his gullet into his throat and fucking his voice box. I was merciless and I enjoyed it. I didn't want to cum too soon so I again quickly pulled out and assumed my normal cock sucking position and went to town. Sucking his cock, I started to finger his hole using his own spit, 'cause I was determined to fuck this guy.  He was a short guy, about 5' 6", wearing business attire. I wanted to own him....

I stood up and told him to strip.  To my surprise he did. We hit every wall in that booth and soon we were getting knocks at the door and someone staring at us through the gloryhole. We were no longer quiet and hiding the fact of what we were doing. I bent him over and rimmed that hairless hole (not my favorite 'cause I am a fur fan) and watched that pink pucker twitch with anticipation.... He knew what was coming and quickly dug into his pocket for a rubber and handed it to me. I looked at him and quickly surmised that he just wasted a rubber cause this whore was going to be be bred.....

Again, more knocks at the door, cocks being shoved through the hole and we could care less.... I rimmed that pink pucker and got it nice and wet, then I had him spit on my two fingers with his fantastic saliva and slide them in his hole. I then threw the rubber on the ground completely intact and rolled like it comes and whispered in his ear, "A whore like you doesn't need this."  I could tell by the look in his eyes he was worried but also lost in the moment and then he uttered the magic words "Fuck me, fuck me please."

 

Being a smart ass I replied, "If you say so."

There I was sliding into that pink pucker and before I knew it I was dick deep and his face was pressed up against the wall. I was having my way with this whore and loving it. A hand was stroking his cock through the hole and I just bucked away. We moved all around that booth and before we were done his face was squashed up against all four walls.

 

Just as I was about to paint the walls of his hole I asked him if he wanted my load.  He quietly panted "Yes, please breed me."

 

I wanted the men outside the booth to know I was breeding the guy, so I repeated my question somewhat louder. This time he answered me quite a bit louder, saying "Please breed me."

 

Determined to drag it out, I demanded he answer me again, and this time he peered over his shoulder at me and almost screamed "Give me that fucking seed!  Breed my hole!"

 

With that I released a solid five jets of seed. I was still dick deep and wallowing in my own cream and I tapped on the gloryhole to motion for a cock.  

Pulling out of his used hole with a plop I ordered him to "Clean me up, but you have to do it while riding that cock," pointing at the prick jutting out of the hole. He quickly spun around and slid his cummy hole down on new prick and cleaned up my cock.  I found it rather hot that there was another cock riding my fuck juice in the whore's hole.

 

Once I felt I was clean enough, I pulled my jeans up, zipped up and whispered a bit of gratitude to my buddy who had just took care of my needs.  As I walked out the door I looked over my shoulder and observed him ride the wall, clearly enjoying himself.  Stepping into the hallway I encountered a selection of cocks, all of which were being fisted by their owners. I looked around and pointed to a healthy uncut cock and motioned for him to go next.

As the door closed I just smirked and propped myself up against the wall. I stood for a minute listening to moaning and watching the booth walls shake. The whore was getting what he needed.

I got in my car and fisted my cock all the way home.  Today I awoke and reported the encounter to you.  Hope you like it.  I sure did.

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Excellent story. I my 20's and 30's I was an avid bookstore whore. I am sure I have been bred a few times. One time I remember squatting on the floor and squirting out what I thought to be lube. What an amazingly naive thought at the time. Now, due to my work and a lack of time in the day, I find it hard to make to a hole, but damn, I miss it.

 

Again, an excellent story.

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I cruised the bookstore again a few days ago and this time I was the whore.  I roamed around looking for cock, but it was slow as there were only four or five guys there.  I honed in on one guy who was skinny, hairy, and a bit of a redneck.  Personally I prefer thicker men, but I wasn't being choosy as, the sign of a true whore, my sense of horniness won over my basic preferences.

In the straight theater a guy sat down and tugged on his cock through his jeans.  And just kept tugging.  Even in the dark I could tell it was sizable. I sat down next to him and reached over and rubbed his cock through his jeans for him.  HOLY SHIT.  HIS cock WAS FUCKIN' HUGE. I unzipped his pants and fished part of the monster out of his pants, got down on my knees and started to suck.  Suddenly some other guys showed-up to watch, so he stood-up, instructed me to follow him, and we went to a private room.

Once in the room I fell back to my knees and fished-out what turned-out to be an eleven inch beer can thick white cock.  It was and remains the biggest cock I've played with to date.  I did my best to service this guy, and as I like a challenge, I was trying really hard.  As I did so, he reached down and pulled the back of my shirt up and asked "Do you like to get fucked?"

 

"Yes," I mumbled, my mouth full of dick.

He responded by gesturing for me to stand-up, and, turning me around, he spat first on his cock head, then on my hole.  Handing me a bottle of poppers, he ordered me to take a sniff.  I inhaled as much as I could handle as he started to push in.

 

Holy fuck, his cock felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up my ass.  It hurt like hell.  He virtually ordered me to keep sniffing saying "'Cause this is gonna hurt."  And he was right, as as he slid in, I kept sniffing.  At one point I asked him to slow down as it was really hurting and that was when it turned a little crazy.

He said," shut the fuck up faggot, you wanted this cock now you are going to get it."

I was starting to tear up it was so painful, I kept sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. He said, "Once I am in, I don't pull out".

 

I was trying to push him back but he picked up the tempo. He continued to degrade me and hold my head against the wall. I was called every name in that 15 minute time span.  As I accommodated his big fuckin' dick, he cursed me out, calling me a 'pussy', 'slut', 'cunt', 'faggot', and 'whore', as well as saying "Take this big fucking dick. Take this big fucking dick and keep sniffing, faggot."

At this point I was bent over, my head crushed against the bench seat. He grabbed my hips and continued to pound my hole. I could hear my self whimpering, but it felt like I was listening to myself from a distance.  He finally got to the point where he announced he was going to blow, and all but shouted "TAKE MY CUM BITCH!  TAKE MY FUCKING CUM FAGGOT!  TAKE MY CUM AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH," as his load shot into my ass.

Before I could recover, he withdrew, wiped his cock on my ass, tucked himself away, opened the door and left. On his way out, and before I could pull-up my pants, so my ass was open to all passersby, he commented to the guys "Don't bother.  This hole is all used up."

I started to fumble and pull up my shorts but just kept fumbling. I had cum running down my leg and I was trying to close my hole but couldn't. I started to freak out a bit, finally got my shorts on and left.

 

I sat in my driver's seat and frantically tried many times to clinch my hole shut but couldn't. I gathered my wits and drove home.  Cum soaked through my shorts and smeared all over the seat.

It is now three days later and I have recovered.  Well, not fully but close enough . At first I thought I would never play with that guy again, but a fellow pig remarked I would start thinking about him and craving his cock, which is exactly what has happening. I can't stop thinking about how he just used and degraded me. He made me feel like a true whore.  I hope I run into him again.

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