The Booth at the Back

Erotic Fiction

The weathered building squatted at the edge of a faded neighborhood, its cinder block walls a patchwork of peeling paint. Light blue and white hues clashed in a desperate attempt to disguise its neglect. An aluminum storefront window, a relic from a bygone era, faced the residential street, its glass obscured by a chaotic collage of advertisements. "Adult Novelties," "Lingerie," "Videos," and "Books" were scrawled in crude handwriting, a testament to the building's last-ditch effort to attract customers.
The parking lot was a maze of potholes, a chaotic mix of asphalt and gravel, reflecting the haphazard design of the building itself. Despite its dilapidated state, a steady stream of cars flowed in and out, drawn by the promise of anonymous pleasure.
Inside, the air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of latex and lubricant. Racks and shelves lined the walls, displaying an array of sexual paraphernalia: magazines, DVDs, dildos, fetish gear, BDSM equipment, and life-sized sex dolls. To the right, a counter stretched along the wall, its heavy glass display case filled with an assortment of items, each one a promise of forbidden delight.
At the back of the room, two sections of video booths beckoned, their doors slightly ajar, inviting exploration. I was drawn to these booths, my cock already hardening with each step closer to the promise of anonymous pleasure.
As I walked in, my eyes were immediately drawn to the booths. The anticipation of what lay behind those doors made my heart race. I could almost taste the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. The thought of cocks I had sucked before, the memory of their taste and texture, made my mouth water. I wondered if any of those familiar strangers would be here today, ready to fulfill my darkest desires.
Sometimes, men would stand outside the booths, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and lust. With a little persuasion, I could often coax them into joining me, their cocks poking through the glory holes, ready for my hungry mouth. Other times, I would simply choose a booth, drop a handful of tokens into the slot, and fall to my knees, my body trembling with anticipation.
Today, as I entered a booth, I saw a silhouette in the next one. A man, his cock already hard and throbbing, stood just out of reach. As soon as he heard the movie start in my booth, he turned towards me, his eyes glinting with mischief. He began to tease me, his fingers tracing the length of his shaft, circling the sensitive head, and massaging the precum that leaked from the tip. His movements were slow and deliberate, designed to drive me wild with need.
My mouth watered, and I found myself drooling, my saliva pooling at the corners of my lips. I pushed my fingers through the glory hole, my eyes pleading for release. The man's lips curled into a smirk as he continued his torment, his hand moving with excruciating slowness.
"Would you like to suck my cock and eat my cum?" His voice was clear, carrying easily through the thin walls of the booth.
I nodded eagerly, my fingers twitching with anticipation. "Let me have your cock," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the moans and screams from the videos playing in the other booths.
The man stepped closer, his cock now just inches from my hungry mouth. "You need to ask me for this cock to fuck your mouth."
"Please let me have your cock in my mouth," I begged, my voice growing louder, driven by desperation.
With a final teasing stroke, he pushed his cock through the glory hole, the head glistening with precum. I could smell the musk of his arousal, the scent of other men who had come before him, and it sent a shiver down my spine. My chin pressed against the cum-stained wall, and I could feel the dampness seeping into my skin, heightening my senses.
Finally, he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, the thick shaft filling me completely. I gagged slightly, the sudden intrusion taking me by surprise. He held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling of my mouth stretched around him.
"Worship my cock, you cocksucker," he commanded, his voice laced with authority.
I pulled back, my lips sliding down the length of his shaft, tasting every inch of him. I ran my tongue around the corona, teasing the frenulum, and delved into the pee hole, savoring the salty taste of his precum. I worked my way down the shaft, my lips and tongue exploring every ridge and vein, until I reached the base, my mouth full of his cock.
"Let me come over to your side," he said, his voice thick with desire.
I nodded, eager to please, my body aching with need. A moment later, he was in my booth, his pants unzipped, his cock already hard and ready. He grabbed my ears, guiding my head as he fucked my mouth, his movements slow and deliberate.
"I have been trying to train my wife to do this, but there is so much she doesn't get," he said, his voice carrying easily through the thin walls.
I could only shake my head, my mouth too full to respond. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva, and turned my head up to look into his eyes.
"Can I record this for my wife so that she will know what I'm talking about? You're just a perfect cocksucker," he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
I nodded, my body already surrendering to his commands. He pulled out his phone, and from that moment, I was his to control.
"Now, start just like you did when I put my cock through the hole," he instructed, his voice firm.
I obeyed, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock, my tongue exploring every inch of him. I worked the head, my lips and tongue teasing the sensitive flesh, until he instructed me to take more.
"I'm going to go deep soon and I want a nice slow mouth job," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
He began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, his movements slow and measured. His cock was thick, stretching my mouth wide, and I could feel the head hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I made muffled sounds of pleasure, my body responding to his commands.
"Ummh... ummh... ummh," I moaned, the sounds loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear. I didn't care about discretion; all I cared about was pleasing this man, giving him the release he desired.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva, and began to stroke himself, his movements fast and furious. "I'm going to pull my dick out of your mouth. I'm going to lay some cum on your tongue. Don't lick or touch my cock. I'm just going to empty my cock on your tongue. Enjoy the feel and taste because after my dick calms down I'm going to push my cum down your throat. I'm going to hold my dick as deep in your throat as I can get it."
I braced myself, my mouth open and ready, as he stroked his cock to completion. With a final groan, he sprayed his cum onto my tongue, the hot liquid filling my mouth. I savored the taste, the feel of it coating my tongue, before he pushed his cock back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every last drop.
But he wasn't done yet. He guided my head, directing me to suck his balls and nibble on his groin. I obeyed, my mouth exploring every inch of him, my tongue and lips teasing his sensitive flesh until his cock began to swell again.
"Oh yes, you're doing just the right thing. What a pretty little cocksucker you are," he praised, his voice laced with satisfaction.
I imagined myself as his wife, acting out the scene he had described, putting on a display that would leave no doubt about the pleasure a skilled cocksucker could provide.
"You're warmed up now. I want to fuck your throat. Would you like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Yes, please," I responded, my body aching with need.
He grabbed my head from behind, his fingers tangling in my hair as he shoved his stiff member into my mouth, pushing it down my throat. I gagged and spewed, the sounds of my struggle filling the booth, a clear indication of the intense pleasure he was deriving from my submission.
"I'm going to cum full throat now. Would you like that?" he asked, his voice laced with cruelty.
I managed a muffled "yes, please," my head nodding in agreement, even as tears streamed down my face from the intensity of the experience.
When he finally pulled out, he pushed my face under his balls, his softening cock resting on my forehead. He stroked himself, his movements slow and deliberate, as he prepared for another round. I could feel his cum seeping down my chin, the excess dripping onto my shirt, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.
"Unbutton your shirt!" he commanded, his voice firm.
I obeyed, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as I exposed my chest to him. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth several times before pulling out and stroking himself, using my saliva to lubricate his shaft. He rubbed the head of his cock on my chest, his movements slow and sensual, before he began to stroke himself in earnest.
He pushed the head of his cock against each nipple, the pressure causing his cum to spray out in hot, sticky ropes. He stood back, his cock pulsing as he shot cum all over my chest, marking me as his. I could feel the hot liquid coating my skin, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils, and I knew that this experience would stay with me long after he had left.
After he finished, he pushed his cock back into my mouth, forcing me to clean every last drop of cum from his shaft and hands. I licked and sucked eagerly, my body still aching with need, even as he zipped up his pants and left the booth, leaving me kneeling on the floor, cum-covered and spent. The door swung open, and I was left alone with my thoughts, the memory of his cock and the taste of his cum lingering on my lips.