There’s only one late-night bookstore in the city that still sells erotica and it’s a big chain store. On Friday night you were at a loose end walking around the city waiting to meet up with some friends later. To kill time, you thought you’d stay warm and see if you could find a book for later, so you went in to browse.
You’re hardly ever shy, but when you reached the particular shelves that stock the erotic fiction, you noticed there was this really attractive man already browsing there. You thought you’d wait until he left, so you browsed the self-help shelf for a while, but after a few minutes you realized he wasn’t going anywhere, so you joined him. He was looking in the instructional section – books like the Kama Sutra and the how-to-please-your-partner types. You know this because even though you were on the opposite side of the shelf looking through at him, you’ve been to that section many, many times. It has the most explicit books – often with illustrations and photographs.
You stood there browsing for around twenty minutes. Occasionally he’d steal a glance through the books at you, or you’d brush past him as you moved around the shelves. You’d become pretty aroused just reading and flirting with him, but it wasn’t until you saw him holding a book on how to give a woman cunnilingus that you ventured a word.
You whispered the word *hot* to him.
He looked a little startled and he blushed, but he couldn’t reply because you were already moving away to browse the other end of the shelf.
Okay, so let’s be honest: you were totally horny. Reading the erotica would have done it alone, but the flirting really pushed you over the edge. Especially when he began moving along the shelf towards you, pretending to look for something.
A moment later, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with you, still clutching that original book he had. You whispered to him and asked him if he needed to practice any of the chapters. He immediately took your meaning, smiled and gave a little nod to indicate he was going over to the restrooms.
You followed. There were three doors: the first for females, second for males and the third for parents. It was the third door he’d left slightly ajar. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to go into the parents room and play daddy’s girl for a while: it was too late for kids to be around, and parents wouldn’t have them in this section of the store anyway, and if you were caught by a cleaner or staff member – well, they’d have a good story to tell.
No sooner had you opened door and stepped in than you felt him right behind you. He was already grabbing you and turning you around to kiss him as the door closed behind you both.
You told him no. No kissing. He could only practice what he’d been reading about in the book.
He nodded and whispered, half-jokingly, fine – daddy gets you. Then he lifted you straight onto a changing table, so you were sitting on the edge, leaning back against the wall.
How do I know all this?
Because I was him.
You whispered to me that we needed to lock the door, but it was too late for that. I was already hitching up your dress and pulling down your panties. Then my head was disappearing between your legs.
You didn’t know it at the time, but I’d just read the chapter on how to warm a woman up. I knew that just having the warm breath of a stranger between your legs would be arousing enough, but I also started by covering the inside of your legs with tiny little butterfly kisses. The book was right. You held me by the back of the head and pulled me up closer. My lips found the point where your inner thigh-bone met your mound and my tongue began floating up and down, grazing you lightly there.
You were almost instantaneously wet. It wasn’t long before your breathing increased, and your inner thighs glistened as your lubrication mingled with the lubrication of my lips. You found yourself scooting forward a little on the table, pushing yourself towards me.
Finally, my tongue moved towards your outer pussy lips, probing at your wetness like a bear stealing honey from a hive. First, I was at the knot in the tree – searching. Then I’d found the opening and I was reaching inside…
There – my tongue was in your wet entrance, digging deeper and deeper each time it probed.
As I licked you, I reached up and caressed your breasts through your dress – gently at first – then, as your breathing increased, I got rough and greedy, pinching your nipples a little.
With my other hand, I replaced my probing tongue with a finger so I could use my mouth further up.
My tongue pressed against your swollen clit.
I pushed my finger deep into you, then withdrew it and added another. You heard the sound of your honey on my lips and fingers. You were wet beyond belief.
My mouth began devouring your sweetness. I was gently digging it out with my fingers and sucking it from all around your pussy lips.
*That’s it – right there daddy bear*, you whispered cheekily.
Your body began dissolving around me like butter melting on toast. You succumbed to me completely, only able to gasp quietly as my lips and tongue tasted all of you, devouring your most sensitive places as my fingers began hitting some deep, mythical spot inside of you – the Goldilocks zone.
Suddenly, you could feel an enormous orgasm approaching. Your pussy started cramping around my fingers. I felt it too, so I started fingering you harder, faster, deeper. Soon I was stuffing my face into you, licking and sucking your wet slit so hard you must have wondered how I could even breathe.
Finally, my lips locked onto your clit, and I began to suck it and release it, over and over, making your body begin to spasm.
Like a tree hit by lightning, shock after shock of pleasure wracked your body. You were cumming all over my mouth – grabbing my hair and pulling my face onto your pussy as my fingers worked you deep, and my lips suckled the honey from your mound.
It was exquisitely dirty. Cumming all over a stranger’s face. Seeing my nose riding up over your pubis. Hearing the squelch of your wetness in my mouth. Rubbing the pulses of your orgasm all over my tongue. Filling my mouth with your honey, so it overflowed from my lips and ran down my chin.
You loved it.
Daddy bear loved it.
It was perfect.
Not too hard, not too soft.
Not too hot, not too cold.
Just right.
Slowly, the orgasm pulsated and ebbed out of you, and you released my head, closed your eyes, pushed your skirt back down and leaned back against the wall to catch your breath.
A moment later you heard a squeak and a click, and you quickly opened your eyes. I’d gone.
As you tidied yourself up, you noticed your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You stared at yourself for a moment in disbelief. Had it really happened, or had you just read it in a book?
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jf3rbe/f_you_get_oral_sex_from_a_stranger_in_a_bookstore
woah.