Booth Sucker

Sometimes I get a craving for cock. And I just want to suck one after the other until my mouth’s so sore I can’t get it around a dick anymore. I also like it anonymous. There’s something so very hot about not being able to see the guy whose cock I’m eating and his not being able to see me except the glance of me he gets through the glory hole at the xxx bookstores that I sometimes go to.

I like to dress in lingerie. Generally black satin tap pants with a black bra and thigh highs. I wear boy clothes over them along with some black boots and I take off the boy stuff once I’m in the booth. I stick a five or ten dollar bill in the slot and set the channel to some TV or gay stuff and sit back to see what happens.

Last week I was at one of the last remaining local stores with glory holes and was sitting back rubbing my cockclit through the tap pants when I heard the door next door open. I looked through the hole and could see some thin legs encased in jeans. The guy bent down to look through at me and I gave him an eyeful. I stood back and let him see me rubbing myself through the satin and rubbing my breasts at the same time. I kind of fell to my knees in a puddle of leftover cum and stuck my tongue through the hole for him to see. I left it there for a second and felt something warm and mushroomy shaped on it. I drew back and his cock followed me into my side of the booth. He was an easy seven inches and nicely thick. I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it while my fingers traced the vein on the underside. He pushed it all the way through and I took it deep into my mouth and sucked him. I blew his cock for a good five minutes before he pulled away. He whispered through the hole to me.

“Hey bitch, you want me to come over there and mouth fuck you dontcha.” I didn’t say anything so he continued. “You know you want me to fuck that slut cunt face of yours til my cum shoots into your throat and I take it out and spray it all over your face.”