Melissa had been enjoying her new female form, experiencing some filthy adventures and exploring her young, unfamiliar form. She had heard of a sex shop in town that boasted a pornography booth that happened to have a glory hole. The rumours reached Melissa’s ears, and she immediately made plans to visit the secret booth.
When she arrived, it was earlier in the day than she had expected. She thought the address would be more difficult to find, and at around eleven in the morning, she worried that the store would be empty and she would be left alone and wishing for a juicy cock.
She stepped through the door, the flashing sign in the window reading “One Stop Love Shop”. The store was on the smaller side, white walls and flooring with glass shelves lining the outside of the space. The counter was directly to the right of the door, and there were a couple of racks of lingerie at the front. Aisles of dirty magazines and movies were stacked near the back of the room, and all manner of toys were hung on hooks and shelves around the store. At the very back, a small curtained area was placed in the far corner, presumably to try on the lingerie and costumes.
Right next to the changing area, was a door. The sign on the door read ‘staff only’, but as Melissa slowly circled the shop, she noticed a man step out of the door and into the public space. The man definitely didn’t look to Melissa to be an employee of the shop. He was dressed in grey sweatpants, which tented over his obvious erection, and a black Metallica t-shirt. He looked to be in his early forties, and had a rusty beard that matched his ginger hair. The man seemed somewhat frustrated and disappointed when he left the secretive room, and as he began to browse the DVD section, his eyes met Melissa’s.
Melissa was wearing a yellow summer dress with white daisies dotted over the fabric, and her hair was tied up with a white scrunchy. She looked even younger in her sweet outfit, but her platform stiletto heels made her calves pop, her back arch, and her perky breasts stick out perfectly. The man looked the young woman up and down, and not-so-subtly licked his lips. Melissa felt her cotton panties clinging to her smooth, moist mound, and she bit her lower lip and she looked at the man with hungry eyes.
The stranger seemed surprised at the sweet girl’s blatant flirting, and soon she was done with the tease. Melissa walked slowly to the door at the back of the shop, never breaking eye contact with the older gentleman. She looked over at the female teller at the counter as she turned the doorknob, and when she was sure she wasn’t going to be scolded, she entered the back room. The space was fairly dark, and there were three doors in the small entryway. To the left was a door that read ’employees only’, which Melissa assumed to be the true staff area. Straight ahead were two doors side by side, both of which were cracked open.
Melissa stepped through the door on the left, and was met with a television screen and a chair. She sat down and began to play with the buttons on the keypad to the right of the screen. She scrolled through some of the available videos, when she suddenly noticed the thump of a closing door in the booth next to her. She looked to her right to see the infamous glory hole in the wall next to her, and before anything else could cross her mind, an erect, uncut cock slipped into her booth.
She could see the grey sweatpants through the hole and around the base of the strange member, and smirked to herself as she turned her chair to face the glory hole. The fresh faced young woman wasted no time, and her mouth was quickly wrapped around the throbbing cock that peeked through the hole in the plaster wall. She could hear the slight moaning from the other booth, and she swirled her tongue around the oozing tip of the older man. She felt precum gush onto her tongue, the pulsating manhood twitching against her supple lips.
It felt so dirty to be in this public shop, sucking the cock of a perfect stranger, but she felt there was something missing from the experience. Just as this thought crossed her mind, the appendage withdrew from the hole, leaving her drooling saliva and precum down her chin as she stared at the empty hole, confused. Before she could comprehend what had happened, or if she had done something wrong, the hole was filled once again. This time, however, the cock that appeared was long, thin, circumcised and belonged to a man of a darker skin tone than the gentleman in the grey sweatpants.
Melissa grinned devilishly to herself, and within seconds of being presented this new, strange member, she had her lips around it. The cock was long and delicious, and she felt it sliding down her throat as she forced her head all the way down the stranger’s shaft. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the bliss took over every one of her senses. She gladly gagged on the lengthy tool, and soon she felt a throbbing sensation between her lips as the granite appendage began to spurt in her mouth.
“Mmmm!” She grunted, the creamy essence pumping into her mouth. The craving for true filth overcame her, and she pulled her lips back just in time to feel a string of milky semen splash across her pretty young face.
The flavour of cum lingered on her tongue, and she licked her sticky lips as the cream dripped down her china skin. When she was thoroughly glazed, she opened her eyes to see the satisfied member had disappeared. She sat back in her chair, letting the warm jizz sit on her face for a moment, when suddenly she heard a click to her right. She looked up to see the ginger man standing at the door, which she had conveniently forgotten to lock. Behind him, his long cock still sticking straight out of his jeans, was a fifty year old, olive skinned man with a white, button down shirt and black hair buzzed short connecting to a neatly trimmed beard.
Melissa was surprised at first to see the two men enter her booth, but surprise quickly turned to delight, when the men closed the door and both presented their rock hard cocks to her. There was no question in her mind of what to do in this moment, she turned her chair towards them, and opened her mouth. The man in the sweatpants thrust himself forward first, filling her mouth with his familiar flavour. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick, stimulating his sensitive tip with her skilled tongue.
The darker man decided that he wasn’t in a patient mood, and he stepped around Melissa in the tiny booth until he was standing behind her. Seeing what his friend was doing, the man in the sweatpants pulled Melissa to her feet. The darker man spun the chair around, and they forcefully positioned her on her knees in the seat, leaning over the back of the chair. The ginger man pushed her head down immediately, inserting his member into her inviting mouth.
“Mmm, that’s right. That’s a good girl.” The ginger man groaned as Melissa’s lips enveloped his manhood. His voice quivered, and his belly bumped against her head every time she took him deep into her mouth.
The darker man admired her round ass from behind, her back arching to show it off as much as possible. He lifted her summer dress and exposed her perfect, firm backside. He let out a long sigh, his cock twitching at the sight of her damp cotton panties. He wasted no time in yanking the white panties down over her ass, pulling them down to her knees before spreading her cheeks. He groped at her petite body with his massive palms, and soon he was pressing his leaking tip against her welcoming pussy.
“Ooh baby, hope you don’t mind if I go in raw.” He said rhetorically, penetrating her before finishing his sentence. She was young and fit, and her incredibly tight pussy reflected her size. The stranger felt her muscles squeezing around his shaft, and he began to pump in and out rapidly as she moaned into the ginger man’s mound.
“Fuck, she’s tight isn’t she?” The ginger man asked, his fingers tangling in Melissa’s ponytail. “She looks like a nice tight little slut.”
The darker man nodded in agreement, his fingers gripping Melissa’s hips roughly as he hammered into her.
“Fuuck yeah she is! She’s got the perfect little cunt for takin’ my dick deep and hard. Don’t you, Princess?” The darker man asked, hearing only a muffled ‘mhm’ in response.
Melissa was in heaven. Two cocks at once, and in a public place no less. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the darker man’s balls as they slapped wetly against her needy clit. Soon, she felt her pending orgasm build and reach its highest point, when she felt her mouth fill with the warm essence of the ginger man’s loud climax.
“Fffuuck!!!” He groaned wildly like a feral animal. His thick cream pumped into Melissa’s mouth, overflowing around his shaft and gushing from her lips and down her chin. His load mixed with the cum that was already coating the young girl’s face, and the flavour sent her over the edge.
Her stifled whimpers hummed against the ginger man’s pelvis, and the sensation of semen dripping down her face made her clit tingle. She wailed silently to herself as she orgasmed, the long member of the darker skinned man stimulating her g-spot as she drenched him with her powerful spray.
“Holy fuck little girl, that’s right cum all over your daddy! Oooh shit, I’m filling up another one of your pretty holes!” The man behind her gripped Melissa’s ass, digging his fingers into her supple flesh as the pace of his thrusting increased. He released for a second time, his member pulsating against her inner walls as he spurted his load into her welcoming womb.
Melissa relished the moment, her womanly organs pulling the smooth semen inside deeper and deeper as she climaxed. Her mind went blank, and before she knew it, she was sitting on the metal chair, legs spread and pussy leaking onto the cold seat of the chair. Her face was glazed with cum and saliva, her dress pulled up and her beautiful lower body exposed as the two men tidied themselves up.
“Hope to see you here more often.” The dark skinned man teased in a low voice. He caressed Melissa’s sticky cheek, and he and the ginger man made their way out of the booth, leaving the used up young lady alone to stare at her mussed reflection in the video screen.
Melissa took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being used and discarded, and just as she took in a deep breath and began to wipe the globs of jizz from her chin, she heard the click of the door opening next to her.
“W-woah.” A soft, masculine voice echoed slightly in the small booth. Melissa looked to her left, seeing the slim figure of a twenty-something year old man staring down at her.
His build was athletic and thin, and he was clean shaven with sandy blond hair and hipster glasses. He wore a pair of skinny jeans, and a grey, low v-neck t-shirt, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves and neckline. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes glued to the sticky, exposed eighteen year old girl that was splayed out on display in the center of the booth. She looked up at him with an eager grin, and his tight pants immediately tented and tightened around the crotch.
“Well, shit. I didn’t mean to, um, interrupt.” He apologized insincerely, still staring at Melissa’s spread legs and oozing cunt. “Do you want me to, um…”
Before the hipster stranger could finish his sentence, Melissa was scooping the white cream from her moist pussy and sucking it seductively off of her finger. She opened her legs even wider, and gave the young man a provocative smirk, her eyes signalling that she was hungry for more.
For a moment, the stranger didn’t seem to know what to do. He looked behind him to be sure that they weren’t seen, and when he was assured that they were alone, he stepped into the booth and closed the door behind him. He appeared nervous at first, but Melissa quickly eased his mind as she yanked his skinny jeans down around his knees. His cock was of average size, circumcised, and already hard as concrete. He suddenly lost all of the anxiousness that he had exuded the moment he had entered the booth, and he discarded all inhibitions.
“Fuck, looks like you’ve already been used up. And you clearly don’t give a shit about protection, so I’m gonna get what I can outta you. Nice little surprise slut for me, what a day.” The hipster man grabbed Melissa’s ankles, lifting her legs up in the air and squatting in front of her chair. He positioned himself to be level with her gooey hole, and was quickly penetrating her.
“Ooh, fuck!” Melissa moaned, feeling her already tender chasm being filled and massaged inside.
“Oh shit, that’s right baby moan for me.” The hipster poked his head between Melissa’s calves, and reached around with one hand to grab the back of her head.
He pushed himself inside her, leaning forward until she was folded like an adjustable bed. Her lower legs resting on her shoulders while his forehead pressed against hers. He began to thrust in and out, breathing heavily, his warm breath moistening her face. He held nothing back, his aggressive pounding pushing the chair back with every thrust as the metal legs scraped across the floor. He grunted loudly with every movement, sweating and groaning as he used her beautiful young body like the two men before him.
“Oooh, fuck fuck fuck. I think- Jesus Christ, I think I’m going to cum right in that cunnie!” The hipster stranger exclaimed through clenched teeth, his head still against Melissa’s. “I hope you don’t mind if I…oooh shit! I don’t fuckin’ care if you mind, I’m jizzin’ in that slutty cunt!”
With that, Melissa once again felt the sensation of thick cream being ejaculated into her inviting womb. He grunted like a wild animal, growling as he injected her with his manly essence. She could feel the excess semen gushing out around his shaft and pooling on the chair beneath her, the mixture of men’s sperm making her abused pussy tingle. She hadn’t realised that she was whimpering loudly and begging for his cum, but his satisfied grin as he pulled his limp member from her feminine hole was intoxicating.
The room spun for a moment, and once she regained her composure, the hipster had already pulled his skinny jeans over his hips and was making his way out the door. The door remained open a crack, and as Melissa sat in wet, depraved bliss, she heard the muffled voices of two men outside the booth. She could barely make out what the two were saying, as her ears were ringing and she was preoccupied with the delicious sensation of yet another load oozing from her aching hole. She could just make out a few words as she stretched her sore legs in front of her.
Whore. Easy. Bareback. Fun. Absolutely. Go for it.
The door opened once again, and Melissa was greeted by a middle aged man wearing beige trousers and a light blue button-up shirt. To Melissa’s delight, the newest stranger was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as he stepped into the booth. This man wasn’t nervous or apologetic like the hipster had been, he seemed to look down at Melissa like a sex toy to be used in this adult shop, rather than seeing her as a woman. This realization became clear when the man dropped his pants, and without a word he grabbed Melissa by the back of the neck and turned her around. He forced her onto her knees on the seat of the chair, bending her over the back of the chair and spreading her cheeks.
“Mmm, I have so many loads of jizz in my little pussy. Do you wanna add another?” Melissa asked, seductively looking over her shoulder at the middle aged man. To her surprise and amusement, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back, her back arching and her head tilted back as he pressed his lips to her ear.
“Did I say I wanted your pussy?” He asked, his voice firm and gruff.
“Mmm, no Sir.” Melissa replied, her voice soft and submissive as she grinned ear to ear.
“Did I say you could talk?” He demanded with a dominant growl.
Melissa was in absolute heaven. She had been used and fucked by several different men, becoming the slutty attraction in the back of the sex shop. And now, this older man was treating her like the sex doll she had always wanted to be. She knew that she wanted to fully immerse herself in the moment, and her new Dominant partner would make her the toy that she knew she could be.
“No Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” She whimpered gleefully, her back arching as he held her head back and looked down into her big, innocent eyes.
“Daddy.” He corrected her, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“Ooooh, yes Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy!” Melissa cried out, desperate to please the man that was now slipping his free hand between her cheeks and probing at her taut ass hole.
As gravity spilled the mixture of cum from her overused cunt, her thighs were glazed and dripping onto the chair beneath her. The middle aged man slid his hardening cock between her legs, teasing her clit and lubricating his member with the excess semen that coated her smooth young flesh. The man now wrapped her arm around Melissa’s neck, holding her tightly as he forced his mushroom tip into her tight backside.
Her back was still arched, and her head rested on the stranger’s shoulder as he pressed the side of his face against hers. His grip was strong, and the pressure against her sphincter made her groan and quiver in his grasp. Melissa inhaled sharply, her fingers clasping the back of the chair as he forced his way inside her. The middle aged man’s thick tool pressed outward against her tender inner walls, and as he pushed in hard, he let out a series of aggressive grunts into her ear.
“Yeah yeah yeah! Your ass is mine, Bitch!” The stranger growled, humping the young girl from behind like a dog in heat. “That’s fuckin’ right, you’re my slut, yes you are! You’re my filthy little slut and I’m going to wreck that ass!”
Melissa groaned uncontrollably. She was being used and violated by this strange older man, her body exhausted by the train of men that had entered the booth to take advantage of this new promiscuous female. They had all wanted a piece of her, they felt entitled to it. She wasn’t a woman, she wasn’t a person, she was nothing but a plaything for all of these strange men to have their way with. She bit her lower lip, grunting with every thrust of the middle aged man’s member.
Melissa’s knuckles whitened, her fingers wrapping around the top of the chair back. Her breasts bounced up and down as she was hammered from behind, and the loud slapping sound of the stranger’s hips against her firm ass was like music to her ears. Her now gaping hole was widening every time he entered her, the sweat from his temple smearing across her cheek as he breathed heavily against her face.
“Yeah, here it comes! Oooh fucking take it all!” The stranger’s manhood pulsated against her tight hole, his pulse intensely pounding into her flesh. He let out a long, loud moan as he thrust inside her ass with one hard penetrative motion. His grip tightened around her neck, and his sputtering groans built to a roaring cry of release.
Melissa felt her colon flooding with semen, the powerful spurt of his climax coating her insides as he groped at her heaving chest. He fondled her stiffened nipples, plunging himself into her and emptying his essence into the taut hole that had brought him to orgasm. Soon, his limp cock was slipping out of the clenching hole that enveloped it. He loosened his grasp around her throat, and pulled back into a standing position, leaving the abused hole to leak and gush as his sperm overflowed from her tender cavern.
Melissa shifted in her seat, turning around and splaying out once again on the chair as the older man stood next to her. As one final dominant act, he wiped the last drop of oozing cum onto her cheek, leaving a streak of juices across her face. He then tucked himself into his pants and straightened his clothing, never looking back at the girl that had just brought him so much pleasure. She was nothing to him, or any of the other men, but a toy to be used and discarded. She watched as the man made his way out of the booth without a word and even a glance in her direction.
She felt filthy, wrong, alive. She felt the way she had always wanted to feel when she was a man. The sensation of being desired, wanted. Knowing that every man that she came across would be undressing her with their eyes, it was intoxicating. She was a whore, a slut, a plaything that she had always dreamed of being. As the older man opened the door to the booth and stepped out into the shop, she saw a sight that made her overused pussy tingle, and her heart raced with excitement.
Outside the booth, there formed a line of men. They all stood patiently, waiting for their turn with the pretty young hussy that was giving herself away to any and every man who stepped into the booth. The word had spread, and the store was filled with men ready to run a train on Melissa. She peered out the door, seeing at least half a dozen strangers ready to play with her, use her, touch her and have their way with the supple young body that was at the disposal of every man in town.
She took a deep breath, the cum on her face drying and the mixture of fluids dripping from her holes. She smiled at the next one waiting in line, and as he entered, she knew she was where she was meant to be.
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