I had a groovy night, girls ; wads of natural action at the adult arcade. I sucked of a guy in a Booth while another guy watched through the resplendency trap in the next Booth. After the guy shot his incumbrance and left, I looked through the hole and the guy who had watched me, was now standing up and jerking off. He saw me on my knees, my fount up to the hole, obviously wanting his dick. I kept begging him for his cock, saying things like :"Please, dear … let me take up that affair,"and"Oh, baby, I'm beggary you for your cock…please don't make me beg…honey, I'm already on my knees, what more do you want ?"

He behaved as though he never heard me and I could tell that he was about to cum. I pleaded with him to cum in my mouth. I had my face to the trap, my tongue extended. But to no service ; he shot his nut through the air and onto the floor, just inches from my cum starved mouth."Oh, baby,"I said."Why did you do that ! Now I'm going to have to lick it all up off the floor !"

Well, he pulled his pants up and left. So I went over to the John Wilkes Booth and got down on my knees and elbows and lapped up the pool of still quick semen. From the box of my eye I saw a guy walkway by and shake his head in disgust. But I was beyond caring. The semen was sweet - and still fond. I need cum like a vampire needs blood ! I 'll lick it up off the floor, or the bench, or even drink it out of used condoms ! Yes, I know that I am a disgusting poof, no one knows that better than me. And I.

A little later I was standing out in the corridor next to my booth, dressed in my lean little black string bikini and high heels. From where I stand, I have a direct view of another booth. This booth gets a lot of action. One thing I've learned is that, just about every one who frequents these arcade is either a cocksucker, or cocksuckee. And the trademark of both of these eccentric is that they invariably will stoop down low and flavor through the glory hole. And almost all of these Guy look as straight as an pointer. I rarely see any ladyboys, like me. So, that being said, when I see a guy stooping low to check out the glory hole, I assume he's a son of a bitch, and therefore uninterested in me. I've learned to concentrate on the guys who don't check out the trap. Nine times out of ten, these guy rope are straight person guys who are looking for a setback job. And being straight, they appreciate a feminine person, like myself to suck them off ; I guess it makes them feel to a lesser extent gay. They 'll just flat out stick their hard Johnsons through the jam, or draw close me directly and come in into the booth with me.

So anyway, I was standing outside of my Booth and I spotted this guy who obviously had no stake in the resplendency holes. So I gave him a lot of attention. Each time he passed I gave him a nice smile. After a few minutes he went into the booth next doorway and I saw him require out his peter. I squatted near the resplendency hollow and whispered,"neediness me to fall over there ?"

"Sure ”, he said. I quickly walked around to his booth and stripped off my Bikini. When he opened the doorway I was standing there naked. I sucked his cock for a while and he was paying a lot of attention to my tits, playing with them and bending down to go down on on them.

"Oooh yes, baby,"I cooed,"Mmmm ! I LOVE when a man feed on my knocker like that ! Go ahead, sister, suck those tits and mark them up ! C'mon, sweetie, send me home all marked up !"

He was hella horny, and I could severalize that my words were having an effect. He stripped off his shirt and told me to kiss his chest. He had a big hairy chest and I went crazy on it, showering him with hot kisses, my hand gripping his hard cock."Mmmm, Papi ! You gots a squeamish big hairy bureau !"My words inflamed him and he pushed my point down on his cock, and in a few seconds came in my mouth. I asked him for some money, and he gave me 8 bucks.

My following trick was a big fat guy. He had been making the one shot for about an time of day, and finally he went into the booth adjacent door. He tried to stick his cock through the nimbus hole but it was just a lilliputian minuscule stubby thing."come over here, Papi,"I told him.

He came to my kiosk, and he was so huge that he could barely hale in. He literally had to bend sideways to squeeze his rotund soundbox through the doorway. He had snowy hair's-breadth. He asked me how much for a blow job and I told him it was 100 dollars. We went back and forth and he told me all he had was 60 bucks. I got down on my stifle to suck him off, but I had to actually arise up a huge level of fat to get to his dick - which was about the size of a clitoris. I pressed my lips up against it in an attempt to get some kind of lip hold on it, but it was too small ! So I just pressed my backtalk tight up against him and swirled my natural language around it. Believe it or not he got hard, and it grew big enough for me to put my sass around it, and fumble him. From the stochasticity he was making I could tell he was gon na cum. certainly enough, he nutted in my mouth. I spit it on the base because it had a bitter, old taste, and looked up at him."Papi, can I have a few more dollar bill ?"He reached in his pocket and pulled out a twenty"It was Worth it,"he said.

After he left it was kind of slow for awhile. I put my bikini back on, but let my bare mammilla hang out from the top, and went out into the arcade to walk around. There were a couple of worry kiosk, but no one in the corridor. When it 's ho-hum like that I like to go from booth to booth and see what I can chance. Mainly I 'm looking for prophylactic, lubricant mail boat, video menu - stuff and nonsense like that. But I 've found all form of things, like - dildoes, money, lingerie - you just never know. On this trip I ended up with almost 60 dollars Worth of video cards. I pick up every card I see and take them back to my booth and essay them to see if there 's any wake time left on them. The empties I throw in the slot reserved for that purpose. The thoroughly ones I stick in my purse to use when it 's irksome. One clock time I found this cute minuscule cock shaped dildoe. It was about the size of an average cock, and made out of really concentrated rigid credit card. It was supposed to be flesh colored but looked more than orangey in the dim lighting of the arcade. I used to grease it up and keep it in my anus between tricks.

As I was sorting through the television visiting card I had found, I heard the gaudy `` click ! '' and the sound of a buzzer. That meant someone was being buzzed into the arcade. I sat up straight person and crossed my branch and waited. I craned my chief out a little to see if I could see anyone, but he was in no hurry. I pulled my pecker out of my bikini freighter and exposed it. I could find out his footsteps approaching and he rounded the corner, heading directly my way. He was Whitney Moore Young Jr., couldn't have been more than 23 or 24. He kept walking past me and giving me a facial expression. Finally he stood across from me. I sat there my right hand leg crossed high over my left knee, moving it back and forth."You got the fourth dimension, sweetie ?"I asked him.

He looked surprise and mumbled something and walked off. But in a min he was back, standing near me."You want a coke job, love ?"I said. I could distinguish he was a little uneasy. He looked at me and nodded his head."Right here, sweetie,"I told him."Nice and private - no holes."

He stepped in and took his pants down. I got down in a diddly-squat between his legs and took his cock in my hand. Nice, maybe 7 column inch and hard. I took it into my back talk and sucked his putz. He came within a few mo and I swallowed his load. I was still on my stifle as he walked out of the stall without a word, his hurried pace, and the bang of the door as he left. 'He 's probably disgusted with himself right now ,'I was thinking. But I knew he be back - and soon too.

About 15 minutes later an one-time guy stopped. He had been strolling around the arcade off and on all Night. He came up to me."What you got under there ?"he said, flicking the bowed stringed instrument on my bikini bottom.

I pulled the scanty aside and exposed my gumshoe. He gave my left breast a squeeze."You on hormone ?"

I nodded."Yeah, I started taking them in the joint"I lied."You like my nipple ?"

His big script was cupping and massaging my knocker."Oh yeah, you got a decent pair on you. How long were you in the joint for ?"

"Two years,'I said."That's where I got turned queen regnant. You want a blow job, dear ?"I asked him.

He looked around."Where ?"he said.

"We can go in a booth,"I said."Or I can do it right here in the corridor."

He shook his head nervously."Nah,"he said."It ain't worth getting fall apart over."

After he left another guy began circling the stroll. From the way he was looking at me I had a opinion he wanted some. I was just about to ask him, when he stepped into the Booth adjacent threshold. I ran over to the jam and I could see him pulling his putz out."Want some company, love ?"I said. I went over to his stall and stripping off my bikini an the way, and stood there nude. His eyes widened when he saw my bare body. I made sure as shooting that I turned my bare back to him, so that he could arrest out my bare ass and silken legs.

We got comfortable, him kicking back on the bench and me squatting in front of him. His dick was extremely hard and I was giving him a really nasty, sloppy bareback snow job. And he was loving it SO much. He reached forward and played with my ass."Like my ass, baby ?"

"Oh yeah, I like it a lot,"he said."I want to stick my dick in that wet ass."

I looked up, his shaft falling from my sass."You want to fuck me ?"I asked him

"Yeah ”, he said."You got a rubber ?"

"You can fuck me bareback ”, I told him. He shook his head."I need a galosh. You got a golosh ? I pulled a condom from my pocketbook and handed it to him. He rolled it on and I squatted on the bench, facing the wall and propagate my tush. I had taken the precaution earlier to grease up my anus with Vaseline. He mounted me from behind and tried to enter me. His dick was poking everywhere but where it should be, so I reached down through my branch and grabbed his hardon and fed it into my ass trap. Oooh, piece of tail ! That foul-up fuckin'detriment going in. But I'm an experience ho and I bore the pain, knowing it was momentary and, sure enough, his cock got past the tight tintinnabulation of arse musculus and slipped in, formal deep.

Then he began fucking me like a horny stud Bull. It felt so good to be ass rapedd by a real man ! It only took less than a arcminute and he shouted out and came in my ass. He eased his cock out of my ass and pulled the pencil eraser off his dick. I sat there as he wiped his stopcock off with a napkin and he got dressed."Didja like it, honey ?"I asked him.

He smiled and patted my cheek. ‘ It was great ’, he said. Before he left I asked him for a few bucks and he handed me a ten .