Author: Awkward Dreams
Title: Peep Show Hat Trick
Summary: A completely true recollection of public oral
sluttiness.
Keywords: MMMM, oral, rimming, true

Peep Show Hat Trick
By Awkward Dreams

Peep show booths are kind of a crap shoot.  The rules vary from
place to place on whether they allow guys to share a booth, and
you never know who's going to be there.  In my area (MA and NH)
they only allow contact through glory holes.  Now don't get me
wrong, I love sucking the dick of the unseen man behind the wall
as much as the next guy, but it can be kind of limiting.  I'd
rather be able to interact more fully, like I did one Friday
afternoon in Troy, NY.  I was passing through town and knew there
was an adult bookstore that had liberal policies about what you
could do in their peep show booths.  This is the story of how I
sucked off three guys in spectacular fashion in the span of less
than 45 minutes.

Entering the dark back room, I quickly sought out an open booth
in the middle of a row.  Leaving the door half open, I put $10
into the video machine and found an oral movie.  Then I got down
on my knees on the floor and faced the door and the seat the
viewer was supposed to sit on.  This is one of my favorite parts
of an open-booth experience, advertising what a slut I am.  My
open door and submissive posture clearly says: I don't care who
you are, please walk up and put your dick in my mouth.  The
anticipation was delicious, and I played with my rock hard
erection through my jeans.  Taking some hits off my brown bottle
also helped make me feel more wanton.

I only had to wait about 30 seconds before an older, portly
gentleman walked in and closed the door most of the way.  I love
old, fat men, so I was excited.  I figure they don't get serviced
as often, so they really appreciate an attentive slut like me. 
This grandpa indeed turned out to be very appreciative.  I
invited him to sit down and pulled his pants down and started
sucking his dick.  He moaned loudly when I put it in my mouth,
which always makes me moan in response.  His dick wasn't large,
but it was big enough, and it was plenty hard.

Since his cock was modestly sized, I started deepthroating him
right away, which he really liked.  I could easily keep him
buried in my mouth for a long time, running my tongue along the
underside and pressing my nose into his public hair.   I was in
heaven, inhaling his aroma and feeling his beer belly against my
forehead.  The guy started unbuttoning his shirt, so I rubbed my
hands around his hairy belly and chest.  He was really digging it
and so was I.

Then I asked the question I ask every guy I suck off: "Do you
want me to lick your asshole?"  Apparently he did, because he
stood up and took off all of his clothes.  Turning around to lean
over the seat, he presented his old, wrinkly backside to me.  I
love rimming because it's so dirty and degrading, so the more
unappealing the ass, the more I like it.  I spread his cheeks as
best I could and pressed my face into his crack.  Licking up and
down his crack until my tongue found his anus, I pressed my face
deeper into his crack so I could stick my tongue up into his
rectum.  I probed as deeply as I could, French kissing his anus
passionately.

I love making out with a man's asshole, and he seemed to be
enjoying it too.  I think we were both moaning pretty loudly, and
I noticed there was a guy watching us through the crack in the
door, stroking himself.  God how I love an audience, especially
when I'm being this slutty.  I stopped probing his anus only long
enough to run my tongue over his dick, balls, and whole
undercarriage.  I ran my face up and down his asscrack, tongue
out.  I ran my hands up and down his legs, his chest.  My guy was
in heaven.

Finally, he turned around and waved his dick in my face again.  I
knew it was time to finish him off, so I started bobbing my head
up and down on his dick.  Intensely focused, I grabbed his
asscheeks with both hands so I could pull myself onto him rapidly
with each stroke.  I kept my teeth open, lips closed, and my
tongue laid out like a little slip and slide for his glans to rub
back and forth on.  I took him to the hilt each time, rapidly
pumping my cunt mouth up and down his shaft.  I was really mouth
fucking this grandpa, and a minute later he rewarded me by
shooting a big load into my mouth.

I love it when I guy jizzes in my mouth.  It's the sign of a job
well done.  I swallowed, as always, and said "Thank you for
cumming in my mouth."  I meant this very sincerely because I felt
honored that he was willing to share his lust with me.  I also
feel like this is a lot nicer for the guy than spitting.  Grandpa
was super grateful.  Maybe he hadn't had a good oral slut for a
while, because he seemed really spent and sweaty.  I hoped he
wasn't going to have a heart attack on me, though that would be a
good way to go.

As soon as he recovered and put his clothes on, I knew that I was
ready for more, despite how perfect the encounter had been.  As
he left, he asked me if I wanted to the door closed, and I told
him, "no, leave it open".  I stayed on my knees like I had been
earlier, and took a long hit of poppers.

I only had to wait about 15 seconds this time before a guy came
in and whipped his dick out.  He said he had heard us making all
sorts of noise and wanted to get in on it.   This guy was middle
aged with an average build, and his dick was longer than
grandpa's.  It was somewhat skinny, but had a good sized head. 
This is a kind of dick I love because the skinny dick fits easily
in my mouth, but the big head opens up in my throat, making me
gag easily.

I started sucking him off, and quickly used my signature move,
which is to pick up his hands and place them on the back of my
head.   This always gets the message across instantly: fuck my
mouth!  I never tried to learn to suppress my gag reflex, because
I enjoy it.  It's very intense, producing a lot of adrenalin.  I
also feel like it's another way to be submissive to my man, by
letting him keep fucking me while I gag and drool.  This guy
fucked my mouth a little bit, but was uncomfortable with the
gagging, so I just bobbed up and down on his dick.

When I asked him if he wanted me to lick his asshole, he
disappointed me by saying "Nah, that's okay."  But he was good at
enjoying his blowjob, so we were both happy about that.  When it
came time for him to cum, he pulled out and turned his body as if
to jack off in the little trash can in the corner of the booth. 
I guess he assumed I might not want to swallow, but my urgent
grunting made it clear I didn't want to be left out of his
orgasm.

"You want my load?" he said.

"Yeah, shoot it on my face," I said.

He seemed happy with that idea, and started jerking off inches
from my nose.  I scrunched down lower and tilted my face up so he
wouldn't be able to miss.  I kept my eyes wide open as he moaned
and blew his load.  I remember it landed quietly and softly all
over my face.  As always, I was surprised how warm fresh cum is.


I really, really, like it when a man dumps his load in my face. 
Again, it's because it's a sign of approval and because it's
degrading.  Unless a man is making a baby, semen is basically a
waste product, and nothing makes me feel as slutty as when a man
dumps waste products in my eyes, mouth, and hair.  I
enthusiastically and sincerely thanked him for cumming on my
face.

No sooner had my second "date" zipped up and exited the booth
when the third man of my hat trick entered.  He had also
apparently heard the commotion and wanted some.  For some reason,
I felt the need to tell the new guy that the last guy had just
come on my face.  I guess I wanted to show off what a slut I was,
and I wasn't sure if he would be grossed out or not.  Apparently
he wasn't; he just said, "well, you're a hot one, aren't you?"

This man was also a senior citizen, but was taller and more fit
than the first guy.  He also had the biggest dick of the three,
by far.  I'd say he was about eight inches, and quite thick and
hard.  His head was also large, but not a mushroom on stick like
the last guy.  The dick that now appeared in front of my face
just got thicker and thicker as it went from root to tip.  This
was going to be a very gag-worthy experience.

I started sucking him, and he put his hands on my head and
started thrusting without me even asking him to.  I gagged pretty
bad right away, and he pulled out and asked if he should stop.

"No, I like it.  If I'm gagging, that means you're doing it
right."

He needed no more encouragement, and started fucking my throat
hard and deep.  He was one of those rare guys who really did
think only of his own pleasure.  He pushed it all the way in and
held me down while I choked and struggled.  All he could say was,
"Ah, that feels good.  It's so soft down there."

He was a perfect guy, but I was already a little worn out from
the first two, and I wondered if I had bitten off more than I
could chew.  In order to get a break from his rough thrusting,
the next time I had a breath, I asked him if he wanted me to lick
his asshole.

Luckily he did.  He stayed standing and pulled his pants down and
turned to face the wall.  As I approached his lean ass and spread
his cheeks, I could tell from the smell that I was doubly lucky.
Not only was I going to get a little rest from the throat
fucking, but I was going to get to lick an asshole that was not
very clean.  If you've been paying attention, you'll guess that
this turned me on very much.  I pride myself on licking any
asshole in any condition and always leaving it spotless when I'm
done.

I spread his cheeks and fearlessly pushed my face in between,
uncertain what I would find.  It was just a little bitter taste
in the beginning, no big deal (unlike in my story Ripe Ass
Surprise).  I really loved cleaning out this old man's dirty
asshole while kneeling submissively on the dirty floor of this
dirty peep show booth in a dirty city.

Before long, he turned around again, grabbed my head and started
fucking.  He generally kept it in most of the way, pulling it out
only an inch or two before ramming it back in.  He was really
vocal about how much he was enjoying my throat, which was really
nice for me.  It was getting difficult for me to keep going, so I
needed the encouragement.

Finally, my knees, jaw, and throat were aching so bad I asked him
if he was going to cum soon.  To my relief he seemed to think
that was a fine idea, and just asked me where I wanted his load.


"Why don't you cum in that soft place in the back of my throat
that you like so much?  I don't mind choking a lot while you're
cumming.  Just hold me down until your orgasm is over."

Sometimes part of my brain says things like that just to get
somebody else to push my limits more than I could by myself.  It
can often create a frighteningly intense situation in the moment,
but usually makes for a memory that can fuel hundreds of jerk off
sessions afterward.  This day, especially this last senior stud,
definitely paid off for me in this way.

The guy humped me madly for half a minute before grunting and
pushing his big dick head down into his personal happy place,
where he proceeded to squirt out a large load of cum that I
choked on as much as I expected.  Honoring my invitation, he kept
his hard dick all the way down my throat until it stopped
twitching.  When he finally removed it, I hacked and gasped for
breath, and slowly recovered enough to say "thank you."  My only
regret from that day is that I didn't get this guy's phone number
so he could do that to me again and again.

Another great thing about this particular establishment is that
the staff is usually female, so I got a free exhibitionistic
experience on the way out.  I approached the counter and asked
the cute young woman working there if I could have the key to the
bathroom.  I had made no attempt to straighten my hair or
clothes, or wipe the cum and saliva off of my face.  She made no
reaction, but she surely knew what happened in the place.  She
had seen me go in and then seen three guys leave with satisfied
grins on their faces.  I felt a wonderful sense of degrading
shame, knowing that this woman knew I had just cleaned the place
out with my cocksucking skills.  It took only thirty seconds for
me to jerk myself off in the bathroom, pretending that she had
been watching me on my knees the whole time.  I cleaned up
and thanked her on my way out, leaving with my own satisfied grin.