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The Arcade (MF, voyeur, oral, anal)
From: Marc Antony (meta@darkwing.uoregon.edu)
Date: 1998/08/01
Story Intro: This is my first posting to A.S.S. I wrote it over the
last two days after the events that transpired Thursday evening. I've
read A.S.S. for three or four years now, but never written anything.
When these events happened it struck me that for the first time I had a
story worth sharing. Actually, I have others from before my connection
to the internet that I might write down if this story gets positive
feedback. But please don't send me direct e-mail. Send your comments
to the group or to A.S.S.D. By the way, I don't give my name or the
name of my town because I don't want anyone connecting this story to
me. For obvious reasons. Anyway, as they say, this is a true story.
"The Arcade"
Last night, my girlfriend went out with her friends for a girls' night
out dinner. I knew they'd be talking, drinking, and eating until late,
probably till midnight at least. My girlfriend, Ellen, and I don't live
together, because her parents would kill us if we did, so that meant I had
the whole evening to myself, as I wouldn't be seeing her until the day
after (that is, today). A Thursday night to myself. I could watch
re-runs of must-see tv, I could read the new Spin that came in the mail,
I could do laundry. None of this sounded all that exciting, as you
might guess.
Instead, I decided around eight to go over to one of our local adult
shops to watch a little in-house porn in their arcade. Now the people
who cruise porn shops in our little city have several choices when it
comes to arcades. At one place, Fantasies Unltd., you go downstairs and
there are a series of booths that are quite dark. Most of these have
large holes carved in the sides by patrons who want a little anonymous
action. I'd put my cock through the hole a few times and gotten pretty
good blowjobs. Once, it went even further. The guy in the next booth
put a condom on my cock and backed his ass up to the wall, and I
proceeded to fuck the anonymous stranger until I filled the condom with
semen. The thing is, I am not really attracted to guys, so this was
just a case of "might as well give it a try."
Another place, For Adults Only, is bright and tries very hard to be
respectable. You see a lot of couples there shopping for lingerie and
various toys. The arcade is quite bright too, and there are no glory
holes in the booth walls. It's basically a respectable place to go yank
your crank. Not very exciting, but when I'm in the neighborhood, I will
more often than not stop by to prime the old pump.
The place I decided to go is called the Lusty Lady, and it's simply a
giant adult video rental shop with a big arcade in back. The arcade
doesn't have any glory holes, which was fine with me, as I didn't really
want to pair up with a guy. What it does have is clear glass partitions
between several booths, so that you can watch what goes on in the
neighboring stall. In fact, the place advertises in our local industry
rag as a place to "watch and be watched." I'd been there a few times
and somewhat enjoyed jerking off with an audience. I know a lot of the
guys there are gay, which is cool with me, and they'd often make signals
asking if they could come over into my booth. I always ignored them.
Sorry to disappoint, I thought to myself. Coming in somebody's mouth
through a hole in the wall is one thing. I could use my imagination and
pretend it was a lovely little porn starlet sucking on my knob. Letting
some middle-aged guy with a pot belly share a booth with me so he could
slobber all over my cock was another thing altogether. A little hard to
maintain the fantasy that it's Tara Monroe or Traci Lords with so much
physical evidence to the contrary.
One other feature that the Lady also has is the four couples' booths,
two on each side, at the end of the arcade. These rooms were twice the
size of a regular booth and had a bench instead of a chair. The windows
weren't always open, since each side has a venetian blind that can be
raised and lowered. To play the voyeur or exhibitionist, each party
would have to raise their blinds. Now the last time I was at the Lady,
I saw a young hetero couple head into one of these booths, and you
should have seen the stampede of guys trying to get into the booth next
to them. I didn't even come close. But the thought was tantalizing:
here's some horny young guy, jerking off to a live sex show in the booth
next door. What a shame it wasn't me.
So when I went in last night, I decided to set up shop in one of the
couples' booths. If I was very, very lucky, maybe I'd get a little
show. If it was just some guy in the next booth, I could raise or lower
the blind depending on how desperate I was to exhibit my package.
(These little bi/gay flirtations of mine were exciting at first, because
they seemed so taboo to me. But their charm has worn a little thin.)
As luck would have it, the first denizen of the booth next to mine never
bothered to raise the blind. That was fine with me. If I cum in five
minutes it's good, but if I jerk off for a half hour or more, my orgasm
is huge. So I didn't mind the wait.
As you might guess by the fact that I thought this story was worth
writing down, my luck soon changed. I saw the lights begin to flicker
through the blinds as the next occupant started up the videos. As I
tentatively raised the blind on my side about six inches, I was shocked
and delighted to see what looked like the hem of a red dress. I sat
down on the bench and peered through the glass. There was a young lady,
about 25, in the booth sitting on the bench. At first I thought she was
alone. She was a little full-figured, but not fat. Her hair was long
and light brown, and at first I could not see her face at all. She had
nice legs, which I began to study more carefully as her skirt rode up
around her upper thighs.
Then she turned to her right, away from me, and her head began to move
back and forth. As the video in her booth became brighter, I saw the
torso of a man to her right, and by the motions she was making, and his
position, I could tell she was giving him head. Imagine my delight.
I'd never seen anyone have sex before (except myself, of course, and the
people in adult videos). Here, before my wide open eyes, a pretty young
woman, not a foot away from me, was giving some lucky bastard a
blowjob. God, but did my cock ever get hard then.
She moved up to kneel on the bench in the booth, and her skirt-covered
ass was now gently bumping against the glass. What a sight. I raised
the blind completely then. As she continued to make the tell-tale signs
of fellatio on her happy partner, I wrang my cock slowly, not wanting to
cum too soon.
Then, kind soul that he was, the torso reached a hand over her back and
began to fondle her meaty ass. Just what I would do, I thought. As if
reading my mind, he then gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up
fully over her ass, settling it on the small of her back. I wasn't
really surprised that she was not wearing panties, since it was clear to
me by then, even in my lusty stupor, that she was a genuine
exhibitionist. But now, lucky me, I had a full naked ass and
downy-haired pussy not half a foot from my face, slapping again and
again against the glass. Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you, this was
easily the best two bucks I ever dropped in an arcade booth. And it
only got better.
As I cautiously stroked my cock to keep it hard but not yet cum, a
growing sheen of pre-cum dribbled from my slit and glazed my cock head.
That ass inches from my face was just too much for me. I realized I had
to leave my cock alone for a while.
The torso reached back over her ass and began to nudge his fingers at
her pussy, which was obviously getting pretty wet. First one, then two
fingers slipped inside. He knew of course that I was there for the
show, so the torso decided to make it a good one. He reached his other
hand over her back and pulled her ass cheeks wide open for me. Thank
you, Mr. torso! There, in all its glory, was her holy of holies, spread
open wide, and just above it, the most beautiful little asshole. My
god, if you saw me then, with my tongue lolling out like a panting dog,
you'd laugh at me. The torso made a few deep lunges down her throat,
and still holding her ass cheeks apart, backed her up full against the
glass and pressed the whole delightful sight flat against the pane, just
inches from my face. I put my fingers against the glass at her pussy
and could feel the glass was warmer there. My cock was throbbing,
despite my inattention.
I wondered how long the show would go on. My movie stopped playing, but
I decided not to feed anymore dollars into the arcade. The darker booth
made the action next door that much brighter. Around the same time,
someone knocked at my door quietly. Someone saw these two go in the
booth next door and was desperate to see the show. Sorry, buddy, not
today. I didn't want anyone to distract me from the complete
concentration I was giving to red dress's smashed flat pussy and
asshole.
Torso then realised what I'd been thinking all along: watching a blowjob
from behind is pretty damn hot, but watching it from the side would be
hotter. He pulled his girl back down on the bench so that she sat with
her side to me, facing her own bright video screen. It was then that I
saw her face really well for the first time. Like I said, she was about
twenty-five, with long light brown hair. She looked a little ethnic to
me, I guess because her skin was browner than my own pale white. She
had a cute turned-up nose with freckles, a nice mouth, with lips neither
thin nor full, and happy dark brown eyes, with just the beginnings of
laugh lines in their corners. She also had a slight, but noticeable,
beginning of a double chin. I like a woman who's full-figured, and the
little bit of fat under the chin is quite adorable, I think. Given, in
a few years, she'd probably have a few kids and become more obese than
pleasingly plump. But last night she looked just perfect to me.
The torso moved around and stood right next to the glass, his cock
pointing out straight at his girl's mouth. There it was again, the
involuntary throb of my own drooling cock, begging to be massaged to
orgasm. I ignored it and focused on the action next door. The torso's
cock was average, I guess, about six inches and kind of thin. My cock's
not that much longer, about seven inches I guess, but it is much
thicker. A lot of girls have told me that they doubted it would fit in
them, and I'm guessing that's not because of the length. But hell, they
have babies come out of the same hole, so what's not going to fit?
Anyway, red dress grabs torso's cock with her right hand and makes a
fist around it, then begins slowly cranking on it while she watches the
video. (Sorry, I didn't see what they were watching.) Then the torso
moves his hand around the back of her head, cups her neck and pulls her
face into his basket. Let the show begin. Red dress points his cock at
the ceiling and makes a long lick from his hairy ball sac to the tip of
his glans. I shudder. She then looks right at me, and we make eye
contact for the first time. With the torso's cock in her hand, she rubs
it all around her face, the whole time maintaining eye contact with me.
The torso's getting desperate, I can tell. A sticky string of his
pre-cum connects to the end of her tongue, and as she slowly pulls back,
it finally snaps and streaks her chin. The torso pulls her head in
closer, and she takes his shaft into her mouth. She begins bobbing her
head, he begins fucking her face. Okay, I think, time to grab your own
cock. I start jerking myself as I sit transfixed by this face fucking
happening inches from my eyes.
The rhythm becomes pretty ragged with the torso, and he holds red
dress's head, partly for support I guess, so he won't fall over, and
partly to keep her in place while he rams himself in and out of her
mouth. She moves her head slightly to again make eye contact with me,
but the torso pulls her face back so he can fuck her throat straight
on. I can tell the guy's about to blow.
Suddenly, the torso is on his tip toes and I hear a loud gasp come from
over the partition wall, which comes about a foot shy of the ceiling.
He freezes up and I can tell he's coming now. Red dress's eyes are
clamped shut, and I can't tell if she's a swallower or not. But for
about ten seconds, the action in the next booth just stops. It's like a
photograph, as neither one of them moves an inch.
Eventually, the torso drops back on his heels and his cock pops out of
his girl's mouth. Then, bless her soul, she turns to face me again.
She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, which is covered with a
nice wad of fresh semen. Her eyes look glazed. Then she pulls back her
tongue, closes her mouth and smiles. Back comes her tongue, all clean
now. A swallower after all.
At this point, I am thinking to myself, maybe she'll want to see my own
load of seed, so I gesture with my eyes towards my cock, which I'm
slowly pumping. She follows my gaze, and now I am sure I'm ready to
blow. I've got a cum-breathed sweetheart not a foot away watching me
jerk off.
Instead, however, she gestures for me to stop. What the hell? She
stands up and while fondling the torso's quickly shriveling dick begins
to talk to him in a low voice. I can't hear what they're saying at all,
and now I'm thinking, my poor dick, if I don't cum soon my balls are
going to ache like a motherfucker the next day.
Red dress pats the torso on his ass, grabs her purse, and makes towards
the booth door, while the torso falls back on the bench with his pants
around his ankles. For the first time, I see what he looks like above
the chest. He's older than I would have guessed, about forty, with
curly gray hair. A rather plain face, I guess. I don't really pay
attention to guys' faces. He leans back, looks over at me, and smiles.
He then makes the OK sign with his fingers. At that point, I was
beginning to think I may have just witnessed a professional
transaction. The Lucky Lady is only a few blocks from our city's tiny
little streetwalking zone.
But then again I hear a knock at the door. I look back at my neighbor,
and he now gives me the thumbs up. So, like a contestant on Let's Make
a Deal, I stand up, shorts around my knees, and make my way to the door
to find out what my prize is. If it's a guy, I am thinking, just shut
the door before he makes his way inside.
It's not a guy, it's red dress. I step back and let her in, then turn
back and latch the door.
"I'm Paula," she says. "That's my husband, Ned. Did you enjoy our
little show?"
"God . . . yes . . . ," I manage to stutter.
"When I saw your cock" (and with that she reached out and grabbed it) "I
decided I wanted to have it. I asked Neddy, and he said it's okay with
him, if he can watch."
"Sure. Sounds great." I wasn't exactly a man of many words at that
point.
* * *
In reading over my version of the events that happened last night, this
is the point I think rings most of bullshit. Probably lots of you have
been to glory holes, and lots of you may have these viewing-room arcades
in your town. Maybe even a few of you have been lucky enough to witness
a live sex show in the booth next door. But when Paula came over to my
booth, I was shocked as shit. And I think if I read it in
alt.sex.stories, I'd say to myself, "yeah, wishful thinking dude." So
for those of you who doubt that what follows actually happened, all I
can say is, I hear you. At the same time, being that this is the first
time I have written my history down, I'd just say that the very reason
I'm writing, finally, is because something worth sharing happened to
me. I've had lots of wild sex, and some of the things I experienced
before I was hooked up to the internet are as good as this or better.
Maybe I'll write those stories down and post them if I hear you all like
this one.
* * *
So there I was, standing with my shorts around my knees, my cock in the
hand of a lovely, full-figured young lady, while her husband looked on
through a pane of glass.
I've always been partial to licking a woman between her legs, so I sat
back down on the bench and pulled her dress up to her belly button. She
had a sexy little paunch and a nice thick carpet of pubic hair that
trailed up her stomach in a line. I asked her to hold her dress up, and
I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy to my face.
With my tongue, I then parted her pubic hair and licked at her
clitoris. Probably like your town, we're experiencing a heat wave these
days, and she was pretty sweaty between her legs. You read a lot of
stories where guys rave about how "clean" a woman tastes and smells, but
for me, I like a tangy pussy with a strong, even pungent aroma, and
Paula had just that kind of pussy. She was wet, and she tasted
wonderful. And yeah, I had to stop every now and then and pull a hair
or two off my tongue, but I prefer the hairy pussy to the shaved look,
so I was in heaven.
My girlfriend and I have great sex, but she's a "good girl," and without
really asking, I know she wouldn't want to do anything too kinky.
Paula, on the other hand, was grinding her pussy into my face, and she
hadn't even asked my name. So as I tongued at her clit, I began to
think I'd test how kinky she might be. I began fingering her pussy,
getting my fingers nice and wet, and then trailed them up to her ass.
She moaned pretty loudly when I began massaging her asshole. Here goes,
I thought, and pushed my index finger against her asshole until the tip
slipped inside. Her moaning said proceed, so I continued pushing until
my finger was all the way up her ass, and I wiggled it about a little.
"Oh, you like it nasty, huh?" she said.
"Do you want to see nasty?" I asked, looking up at her with my chin
slick with her juices.
"Show me," she said.
I pulled my finger from her ass and grabbing her hips, I turned her
around so that her ass was in front of my face. I pushed on the small
of her back to bend her over, then parted her ass and began to nudge her
asshole with my nose. I gave it a few long, slow stripes with my
tongue, then a few light kisses. Finally, I attached my lips to her
little pink bud and poked my tongue inside, in and out, buttfucking her
with my mouth. Now this was only the third time I've reamed anyone, so
I was feeling a big rush. Paula seemed to like it too, judging from her
whispered "yesses".
I guess I reamed her for about five minutes, when she turned around and
said it was "time to get that cock inside of me." She fished around in
her purse for a condom, pulled one out, then knealed before me to put it
on. My cock had softened a little bit, so she dove at it with her mouth
and began sucking it back to life. I knew the condom would go on better
if my cock was wet and hard, so I was delighted by her soft, warm
mouth. I rolled my head to the right to look at her husband. He looked
a little concerned. He mouthed the words, "don't cum in her mouth," at
me. At first, I thought, he wants to see her get fucked, but then I
realised that he just didn't want her coming in contact with any of my
bodily fluids. This she confirmed when she looked up and made eye
sontact with him. "My husband insisted on the condom," she said, "so I
wouldn't catch anything." Too late. She'd licked all that pre-cum off
my head and was coaxing a steady drool out with her mouth. I wasn't
going to point that out to her, and besides I know I'm clean.
When I was nice and hard, she rolled the condom over my head, which took
some time as it's quite fat. But once it cleared the head, it rolled
down the rest quite easily.
Paula moved to straddle me, but I put out my hands to catch her thighs
to stop her. I wanted to see her fully naked, so I asked her to take
off her dress first. She took it off without a word, then, with a
devilish look in her eye, balled it up and tossed it over the partition
to her husband. Sweet girl, I thought.
She then straddled me on the bench, and reaching down between my legs,
grabbed my cock and guided it to her opening. Once she made the initial
contact and got the knob lodged between her pussy lips, she simply
settled down, and my whole cock was lodged in her sweet cunt. I wanted
to enjoy the moment, so I held her hips down and gazed over her nude
body. Her breasts, which I now noticed, were of the full, floppy
variety, a little low slung, but nicely capped with those full
silver-dollar nipples. I lifted her heavy right breast to my mouth and
swirled my tongue around the nipple, then blowing on it to see it
harden. Paula wasn't really looking at me, however. She maintained eye
contact with her husband, who I notcied had begun a slow, steady pull on
his own cock.
After a few minutes of the old up and down, I felt ready to blow my
load, but I didn't want it all to end just yet. So I stopped her again,
and told her I wanted to fuck her from behind. She smiled and raised up
off me, turned around, bent over, and waggled her ass in my face.
Again, I thanked my lucky stars for bringing me to this booth on this
night.
I gave her a few tongue stripes from the bottom of her pussy to the
pucker of her ass, then stood up to take my place behind her. But as I
grabbed my cock to slip it inside her, I noticed something was amiss. I
grabbed a dollar from my pocket and fed it into the arcade, and when the
light flickered on, the problem was readily apparent. The condom had
shredded. Not the first time this has happened to me, but certainly an
inopportune moment. Paula didn't notice, however, as her attention was
captured by a black on white gangbang on the screen. Ned, her husband,
did notice. He gestured at me towards her purse where I presume more
condoms were there for the taking. Well, fuck Ned, I thought. I moved
up behind her again, gripped my cock, and slipped it into her wet and
warm pussy. Guys, you know how much better this feels.
Ned tapped on the glass, but I ignored him, and Paula seemed to close to
cumming to care, or even notice the noise. I pressed on the volume
button to make the video sounds louder. I then looked back at Ned, who
was pulling up his pants and making his way for the door. A few moments
later there was a persistent knock at the door.
"Someone's wanting to join the fun," I said. "Someone must have seen
you come in here."
"Fuck him," she said. "And don't stop fucking me, I'm almost there."
Never one to argue with a lady, I fucked her hard and fast, pulling her
ass cheeks apart to watch my cock going in and out. I placed my finger
back at her asshole and pushed
it back inside.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . . .," she moaned. And I knew she was
almost there. A few more jabs and she was over the top, moaning and
groaning and trembling all over. What a beautiful sight. I was sure
glad the light from the video was back on.
I felt pretty close myself, and as I looked back over at the glass I saw
an excited face looking at our connected hips. It wasn't Ned's face.
Someone had slipped into the booth when Ned was at our door knocking and
had been enjoying the show for who knows how long. Good for him, I
thought. He looked about eighteen, and he was jerking on a nice long
cock.
"Have you cum yet?" Paula asked.
"Not yet," I replied, still thrusting into her and massaging her inner
ass. "I want to fuck your ass."
"Okay," she said, "but go slow."
I pulled my wet hard-on out of her pussy, smiled at its lack of a
wrapper, then centered it against her asshole and began pushing. I can
attest that Paula is no anal virgin, ladies and gentlemen, as, after
very little resistance, the head popped in, and in no time I was buried
up to the hilt in her chunky ass.
"Jesus Christ." That was my exclamation. It's been years since I've
buttfucked a woman, and I've never buttfucked anyone without a condom.
It's a perfect fit, isn't it guys? So tight, so warm. And maybe it is
a little degrading to the woman, but degradation is a big fucking
turn-on if you're honest.
I was already close, and with a few strokes into her tight little
butthole, I could feel the semen rising up my shaft. I knew this was
going to be one big load. She'd by trickling cum out of her ass for
hours.
With one final lunge, I pierced her asshole with my pulsating cock.
Into the very depths of her bowels I shot my first wad of sperm, and she
was oblivious. It's a good thing women don't have nerve endings up
there that can feel your cum, or she'd wonder what that wet feeling
was. For my part, I just kept cumming. I won't exagerate: people talk
about coming a gallon or shooting for a full minute. We all know a good
cum is about a teaspoon and lasts a few seconds. But sometimes a cum
just seems to last about three times as long and its volume seems three
times as much, and this was one of those cums. I nearly fell over. I
was in heaven.
Well, the knocking at the door had ceased, and junior next door was
wadding up a paper towel which I imagine held its own load of cum and
tossing it into the trash can. (Isn't that nice? Each both has a paper
towel dispenser and a trash can. Not that everyone uses them. And what
could be a worse job than being mop boy at a jerk-off gallery?)
I sort of stealthily reached down for the broken condom on the bench and
as I did popped out of Paula's asshole. But I got my prize before she
noticed, and what she saw was me tossing an object in the trash. She
didn't ask any questions. Instead, she turned around and started
kissing me deep and hard, which was nice. At the same time, I thought
to myself, any second now a steady trickle of semen is going to come
drooling out of her asshole, and when she realizes what's what, she
might be mad or upset. So I pulled away from her and pulled my shorts
up. I told her she was great, but that I had to beat a hasty retreat as
my girlfriend was expecting me. Yes, it was a lie, but it worked with
her. She looked a little disappointed, but not offended.
What I really expected was that there would be some kind of
confrontation with her husband in the hallway. As I unlatched the door,
I told her that she made my evening one to remember, and that I hoped
I'd see her there again sometime. Then I slipped into the hallway to
face the music.
No sign of Ned, her husband, however. I saw one middle-aged guy walking
around looking in the various open booths, but he was a bearded black
guy, not the man I was dreading. So I stalked down the hallway as
quickly as I could while keeping my eyes peeled for a possible ambush.
But there was no one waiting for me. I made it down the hall, through
the store, and to my car without talking to anyone.
I don't know where old Ned went, and I wonder what happened to Paula's
dress. Surely he brought it back to her. But if she wanted to leave
right behind me she couldn't have, as she was still bare ass naked.
I may sound a bit sleazy to some people who read this story, and to
others a little heroic, depending on your sexual mores. I myself don't
have an opinion on these events. I was more shocked and acting on
instinct rather than being self-congratulatory or calculating. Yeah, it
felt great to experience my first bareback buttfucking of a sexy young
woman. Still, I know my girlfriend deserves better than having a
boyfriend like me dropping loads in strangers.
The End