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 Chapter 6 - Booth Cleaner

   The owner of the sex store grabbed me by the pig-tails and yanked me out
of the storeroom.  My fake tits wobbled in the bra and I worried for a
moment that they might fall out.  I didn't have much time to look around
but the main shop had a larger area than I expected and was brightly lit.
There were only a couple of punters in at the time, browsing the magazines
and going through the DVD collections.  They watched as I was dragged on to
the floor.  I wondered, perhaps, if I was going to be tossed to them like
meat, to be raped in the middle of the sex shop by complete strangers, but
it was not to be.

   We were towards the back of the store and just behind us were a series
of narrow booths.  The proprietor opened one up.  There was a small bench
in the middle of the stall.  The back of the booth was a glass plane and
behind that a television was playing a movie.  This particular one was of
two lesbians being fucked by an enormous black man with an appendage that
was so large it had to be fake.

   I was shoved in to the booth.  "Guys come into these booths to jerk
off," he explained.  "They cum all over the glass in the back and it's a
fucking chore to clean it off.  That's what you're going to be doing for
now, sissy.  I want you licking that scuzzy cum off my glass."

   He was talking loud enough for the customers to overhear him.  "Yes,
Sir," I said, retaining my falsetto tone.

   "If they're lucky, then they'll find the booth next to them occupied by
a cock-sucking faggot and get a free blow-job.  That's where you come in
today, whore.  See those two holes in the wall on each side of the booth?
That's where they'll stick their dicks through and you're going to suck
them and swallow whatever comes out.  Understand?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Do not keep them waiting.  And if anyone reports any dissatisfaction
whatsoever then I'm going to whip your balls and let them fuck you
repeatedly up the ass for the next 24 hours."

   I gulped, concerned that my cocksucking skills would not be up to the
task, but secretly I couldn't wait.  The idea of fellating the cock of a
complete stranger made me tingle inside.

   "Now get to work.  Oh, and just so that you know, there's cameras in all
these stalls so we'll be watching and taping your performances."

   He closed the booth and everything was dark.  The video provided the
only light in that small confined space and it flickered busily.  The two
girls moaned as the man growled, kissing each other passionately whilst he
screwed one of them hard on a waterbed.

   I could see a streak of dried cum on the glass, tinged slightly blue
from the video.  I bent down and stuck my tongue out.  The glass tasted
dirty and I could feel the line of semen rising from it like a ridge.  I
sucked and licked and even had to use my teeth to clean it properly.  The
pervert that had shot his load must have spurted several times as there
were several stains, each one shorter than the last.  I could picture his
dick spurting and straining, drips congealing on its tip as he grunted with
pleasure.

   Looking down I could see some dried puddles on the plastic floor.  I
bent over the bench, my panty-clad ass hanging over one side with the tiny
skirt riding high over my buttocks, and my tits dropping over the other
side.  I ran my tongue over the floor, tasting the faint smell of cum,
rubbing my lips over it.

   When I was sure that the booth was clean, I knocked on the door and
asked if I may be permitted to move to a different stall so that I could
tidy that one up too.  The owner of the store had said that they would be
watching and he must have been as it was only a few seconds before the door
opened up and he pulled me out.

   I blinked through false lashes at the bright light and noticed that the
shop was busier now.  The vast majority of patrons were male and looked, in
my eyes, quite seedy.  I wondered if my lip-gloss had been messed up by my
work.  A man who I fancied imagining being a biker, took a step towards us.
"Next one, slut," the owner said and shoved me into another dark booth.

   The booth looked identical to the last one, although the video was
different; this time it was a Femdom theme.  Three young attractive honeys
were dressed up as schoolgirls and they carried crops that they
occasionally used on the slave as they trampled him.  "Look, his cock is
growing when we trample him," one of them observed.  She was particularly
hot, blonde hair pouring over her shoulders.  At first glance she looked
innocent, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but her eyes were harsh
and she was enjoying tormenting the poor man.  I wasn't surprised that his
cock grew under this sort of torment.  From his angle the view must have
been delightful.  The girl lashed his cock angrily and it soon shrivelled
up.  He howled in pain and a bare foot was rammed into his mouth to shut
him up.  He sucked on the painted toes with a look of ecstasy in his eyes.

   I couldn't spend too much time watching the on-screen proceedings
though. I dutifully bent forward and started to lick the cumstains from the
glass to the sound of their playful bullying and his anguished cries.

   "Hey bitch, suck on this," an American voice said from behind the side
wall.  I looked up and saw a semi-hard cock jutting through a hole.  It was
quite small compared to Master, about four and a half inches long.  I
wondered if it belonged to the man that had been leering at me earlier on.

   I grinned and placed my lips around his cock.  The anonymous male on the
other side of the wall moaned with pleasure and I felt him instantly
stiffen.  I started sucking up and down on the cock, relishing my role as
submissive cock-sucker, and ran my lips along his shaft.  He jutted his
dick through further; trying to give me as much access as possible and I
obediently took his whole length into my mouth.  At full length he must
have been about six inches long and I was pleased to find that I was able
to fit his whole penis into my mouth.

   I moaned as I licked and slurped and nibbled on the dick that was being
offered through the hole.  The wall rattled noisily as he swung his hips
back and forward against it, moving his cock in and out of my willing,
suckling lips.  It felt like about ten minutes had passed when he suddenly
groaned and stopped moving and his seed shot into my mouth.  It was warm
and tasted strange but I obediently let it coat my tonsils before I
swallowed.

   I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting some residue there and then
cleaned his bell end up, even as he started to wilt.  "Thanks sissy," came
the voice.  He pulled out of the hole and then slipped through two
dollar-bills.  It felt like an insultingly low wage but then I realized the
message - that I was nothing but a two-dollar whore - and felt strangely
pleased.  I tucked the money into the garter of my white fishnet stockings
and then looked up to see a new cock poking through the hole.

   It was much bigger than the last one; a nice, big, juicy, black dick. 
"Mmm," I sighed, loud enough for the stranger on the other side of the wall
to hear me.  It drooped down through the hole and I came up from
underneath, lips parted wide.  Taking it into my mouth I started to suck on
it, covering it with my saliva, running it against the inside of my cheeks.
I adored the way it filled my mouth.  I loved being the whore in the sex
store.  "Make me cum, bitch," the man growled and I started licking like I
meant it.

   By the time the cock had grown hard it stood proudly ten inches through
the hole.  It looked enormous and I gasped, knowing that Master would be
watching to see if I could deepthroat it.  I took a breath, closed my eyes
and ran my mouth down on it.  It was impossibly long and seemed to grow
with every inch that I swallowed.  I felt my gag reflex kick and backed off
for a second before following in.  I choked on the dick and then it was in!
My lips touched the wall, stretched wide around that big black cock, and
its tip was in my throat.  I whimpered through my nose, stuck on the end of
the man meat.  My hidden master pulled his dick back through and then
thrust forward, fucking my face.  I gagged and choked but held my slut
mouth in place, hoping that it would suffice.

   "Hey, faggot, don't keep me waiting."

   I rolled my eyes and spied a second cock poking through the wall on the
other side of the booth.  The dick in my mouth didn't feel like it was
ready to shoot its load any time soon so I reached back and started jerking
it off, hoping that that would suffice the second stranger for now.  There
I was; sissified; saliva running down my cheeks; fake boobs jiggling up and
down with a cock rammed down my mouth; a hidden camera videoing my
predicament, whilst the two babes on the TV behind me forced their lucky
slave to cum over their feet and then suck his seed from their painted
toes.

   It took a few more minutes before the stranger blew his stuff down my
throat.  His dick was shoved far past my tonsils when he came and I choked
as he shot his spunk into my stomach.  I moved my mouth forward to clean
the tip of his cock up but he pulled back quickly and let it bounce so that
it landed softly on my upturned cheeks.  As he finally withdrew he shoved a
dollar note through to me.  His cell phone number had been written on it.
Lucky me!

   I turned my attention to the cock on the other side of the booth.  It
was already hard from the masturbation it had been treated too and although
it was smaller than the last one I started sucking and nibbling on it
gleefully.

   Another dick poked through the hole that the black one had just left
vacant.  The punters were obviously learning that there were free treats
going on in the booths.  I wondered how much cum Master would watch me
swallow before he was satisfied.  The film on the screen in the booth
changed, and the gorgeous dominatrix babes were replaced by a new film. 
The credits rolled and showed a gorgeous young thing strapped down to a
bed, legs splayed wide, short red hair framing her pretty face whilst a
muscle bound tough guy brutally fucked her from behind.  "Shackled and
Banged," said the title.

   I looked at the second cock and remembered Master's threats about what
he would do to me if I kept people waiting, so I sat in the middle of the
booth and alternatively wanked and sucked the two cocks.  In the end they
came almost simultaneously, covering both sides of my face.  I didn't
manage to swallow too much that time but guessed that Master wouldn't
really mind on this occasion.  As their cream dripped down my cheeks, onto
my red bra, another cock appeared straight afterwards.  I realized that I
must have just sucked off four guys in less than half an hour.

   My back was starting to ache so this time I leant over the bench,
propping myself up with my arms and bent forward to suck on the cock,
offering it a nice straight passage to the back of my throat.  I still
gagged on the dick but it was getting noticeably easier already and I
continued my task with relish.  A second cock appeared through the hole
behind me and I adjusted my position so that my ass was within reach for
it. I raised the tiny miniskirt with one hand and offered my crotchless
panties to the newcomer.  As soon as he realized what he was being offered
he stiffened and I could feel his cock digging towards my back passage.  I
had been well stretched over the last few days and would be able to take
him quite comfortably.  He found my hole and thrust into it hard.

   I squealed as he hit the mark and this forced me to suck on the cock in
my mouth even harder.  I was now deepthroating it, my lips all the way to
the wall of the booth whilst my butt was rammed up against the other.  I
felt like a pig on a skewer and moved myself between both pieces of man
meat so that I was sliding off one onto the other like a machine.  The man
in my sissy hole came first, exploding a rush of cum into my guts.  He
didn't hang around for very long and before I managed to bring the man in
my mouth to the edge a new dick was already humping away inside my cunt,
swirling the juices in there around, mixing it like porridge.

   I gasped for air as the dick in front of me pulled away and wondered how
much longer this would last.  There seemed barely a moment gone before a
new customer arrived.  Single dollar bills were piling up on the floor
beneath the drilled holes.

   By the time Master released me from the booth I had lost count of how
many cocks I had swallowed.  It felt like there was a pint of cum swilling
around in my belly although I knew that it couldn't be that much.  It was
all I could taste though, all that I could smell.  Crispy dried cum coated
my lips and my lipstick and make-up was totally messed up, my hair
bedraggled.  Streaks of spunk had slid down my chin and rolled down my
chest into the fake cleavage between the two balloons, which were still
held in place.  Damp patches marked my clothes everywhere.  Cum oozed from
my asshole and still dribbled down the inside of my thighs.

   I wobbled as I stood and blinked under the harsh glare of the lights. 
The store must have closed now because there were no more customers waiting
to take advantage of my whorishness.  Mistress Jayne had long since
departed.  Master snapped a collar and leash around my neck.  "Slut, I'm
proud of you," he said.  He explained that they had videod me suck and fuck
thirty different cocks or so - "And you seemed to enjoy everyone," the
shopkeeper laughed - and that soon the DVD would be on sale in the store.

   As we drove back, I gurgled happily on Master's cock as I knelt in front
of the passenger seat.  There was no problem with deepthroating it this
time.  "You stopped gagging on the fourth of fifth dick," Master noted.

   I slept soundly in my cage that night, knowing that I was officially a
depraved whore.

   Chapter 7- Pok-her Buddies

   The next day Master went easy on me for a while.  He allowed me to sleep
in late, curled up inside my dog cage, and didn't even sexually assault me
before lunch.  I think that he was allowing me to recover a little bit -
after all, my asshole had been seriously abused by canines and cocks over
the last two days - and was using the excuse that my performance the
previous evening had pleased him.

   Instead he had me dress up as a sissy French maid and clean up his
house. He made me do my own make-up and it took quite a long and the
results were not perfect but he seemed to be in a magnanimous mood.  True,
he didn't make life easy for me - he forced me to wobble around on some
ridiculously high heels and cuffed my hands around my back so I had to
awkwardly sweep the dust from behind me - but he was certainly nicer than
usual.

   I would circle around his living room, sweeping as best I could with the
brush.  Occasionally he would check that I was doing a good job and kick me
if he felt I was taking it easy.  The kitchen could wait until another day,
he decreed, but demanded that I work on the bathroom.  A brush was placed
in my mouth and I bent over awkwardly, waist rocking on the edge of the
bath, wrists still cuffed, and scrubbed the white enamel for ages.

   Master wanted to humiliate me with the toilet though:

   At first it wasn't too bad, and my easy day continued.  He shoved the
toilet brush handle down my ass and fucked me for a few minutes before
placing it in my mouth, but I was already used to tasting my own shit on
various cocks and dildos by now.  He told me to get my head down and scrub
the toilet with the brush and then he flushed the lavatory as I did so, so
that water cascaded over my hair and went up my nose and mouth and mussed
up my make up.  But then he turned mean.  Grabbing my hair he yanked me out
of the bowl.  "Time to use that slut tongue of yours, bitch."

   I looked at the rim of the toilet with distaste.  Curly pubic hairs
stuck to it here and there and he had obviously missed the bowl a few times
because the back of the rim, underneath the seat hinge was yellow with
stale piss.  I wrinkled my nose at it but he forced my head down and I soon
found myself licking.  The hairs got stuck in my teeth and the piss tasted
rank, but I gagged and vowed to work as quickly as possible and soon it was
cleaned up and all I was left with was an unpleasant aftertaste.  Splotches
of shit ran around the inside of the bowl and I prayed that he wouldn't
make me clean those with my tongue and wished that I had done a more
thorough job with the brush but my luck was in; he apparently didn't notice
and let me off.

   "Tonight is poker night," he explained to me as he watched me polish the
floor on my hands and knees with a sponge tied to my forehead.  "A few of
my buddies are coming over and Jack his bringing his cunt of a wife.  You
and her are going to do, suck and fuck whatever we want.  Comprendez?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Don't forget your place though, bitch.  She might be nothing more than
three fuck-holes, but that's still above a maggot like you."

   "Yes Sir."

   "You're the bottom of the heap, just beneath the cockroaches."

   He prepared the room, putting a cloth over the table where they would
play poker and getting the beers, vodka and JD ready.