A Wild Night At The Arcade

   It was very late when I decided to go to the club.  It was nearly
closing time when I arrived, not a wench in sight.  So, I didn't bother
with a soda, didn't bother to stay either.  Instead of taking a trip around
the neighborhood [which had seemed too quiet earlier in the evening] I went
to Ontario [Adult Video].

   That place was quiet too.

   There was a young woman working at the cash register.  A pretty young
thing, wearing tight blue jeans and an equally tight pink-purple sweater.
Her brown hair was worn in a braid, the kind pulling the hair above the
neck and ears, tight against the back of her head.  I was instantly
interested.  Of course [being socially awkward], I said nothing and didn't
look her in the eye.

   I did notice she wore glasses, her countenance seemed almost innocent
... but not quite.

   There had been a couple in the store, checking-out videos and toys near
the register, they moved away as I came near.  I changed a twenty at the
register and proceeded into the arcade.  It was empty, save for me.  I took
a seat in booth six, inserting $10 into the machine.  I scanned several
videos before settling on a sweet young thing in pig tails being double
penetrated, one black dick, the other white.

   My cock was rising; so, I opened my pants.

   A few moments later the arcade door opened and someone entered.  Of
course, [as is my custom] my booth door was open, an invitation.  I heard
the sound of a janitorial mop pail being rolled into the arcade, then the
sound of the mop being run back and forth over the floor.  The `janitor'
soon commenced cleaning the stalls.

   In due course, a familiar face peered into my open door, the pail behind
her and the mop in her hands.  "Oh, sorry," she said, reaching for the
door, beginning to close it.  "Um, hi.  Do you want ...  um, I'm just
cleaning."

   She mopped the floor of the booth [I lifted my feet obediently], then
[with a wet-wipe taken from the packet in her back pocket] washed the
vid-screens in front of me before she stepped back out of the doorway,
leaving the door partly open.

   She proceeded along the corridor, stopping in turn to clean each booth.

   I knew she had finished her mopping when I heard the sounds of a mop
dropped into a pail and the pail shoved into the back corner of the arcade,
striking the wall with a thud.  She walked along the corridor wall opposite
from me, toward the arcade entrance.  She came to a stop at the booth just
across and to the left of booth six ...  giving me a perfect view of her.

   She cracked open her pants and lifted her sweater slightly, exposing her
abdomen and panty-less pelvis.  My eyes followed her hands as they moved
from her exposed flesh to her covered breasts, then to her inviting lips.
She smiled, a finger parting her lower lip from her upper.  She held her
finger there while moving her other hand into her pants, curling her thumb
and two fingers as she extended her first and middle finger toward her
mound.

   I opened the booth door, fully.  I said, "Uh, Hi."

   "Mmm," she uttered, asking, "Having fun?"

   "Kinda.  Just, ya know, gettin' excited."

   "Yeah.  Want me to help with that?"

   "Gettin' excited? ...  you already are."

   "Hah.  Yeah, that's what I hoped.  But, I can do more.  I locked the
front door, takin' my break.  So ...?" She entered the booth, removing her
sweater and lowering her bra to fully expose her b-cup breasts.  She
dropped her sweater to the floor and stepped toward me.  "Nice," she said,
placing her hand on my hardened cock.

   I reached for and took hold of each breast.  She leaned into me,
encouraging me to suckle those tits ...  and I did!

   She held my head in her hands, pressing me against her soft sweet
scented globes.  I sucked and fondled each tit in turn.  The sounds of cock
sucking and mouth fucking could be heard from the porn on the screen behind
her.  Those sounds mixed with ours, creating an exotic atmosphere.

   My hands roamed over her jean covered ass; hopefully, rubbing,
squeezing, kneading the flesh.

   "Ooh," she moaned, as I moved my hands to the open waist of her jeans
... reaching for glory.

   I kissed her abdomen.  "Yes, do it," she gasped, as I licked her flesh
and lowered her jeans.  I was soon fondling her opening.  Like mine, her
pelvic area was freshly shaved.  And, her womanhood had a sweet scent.  I
longed to taste her folds.  I moved my kisses lower, ever lower....

   She kicked off her jeans, stepping back from me for an agonizing bit,
then placed her right foot on the seat beside me.  She turned slightly,
leaning into the corner at her left, using the wall for support as she
thrust her pussy toward my waiting mouth.

   I ate her womanhood with the gusto of a starving man.

   In time she grabbed the back of my head and shoved me into her opening,
as if to fuck herself with my head.  "YES.  Eat it.  Make me cum!  God!  Do
it!  Yeah, ooh yes!" My lips and goatee were still sticky with her juice
when she kissed me full-on the lips.  "I was supposed to help you get-off.
Damn, you got a girlfriend?  Shit.  You really like eating pussy.., and do
a great job too!"

   Her face was flush, no doubt mine too.

   The close quarters of the booth and the sex served to keep us heated,
driving us to rising temperatures.  She spread her legs, seating herself
onto my lap.  She carefully, moved my rock-hard cock, setting it against
her belly.  I nestled in her breasts, fondling and sucking them idly.

   In a short time my fondling became serious.  I alternately fondled her
breasts and ass.  I moved my mouth from one breast to the other, then to
her mouth.  Whether or not she'd noticed the condom and lubricant on the
shelf behind the seat, I do not know.  I had placed them there when I came
in, part of my custom....

   In any case, she picked her pants up from the floor and removed a condom
from the front pocket.  In no time at all, she was riding my covered rod.
My hands and lips seemed to have minds of their own, moving about her body
of their own accord.  The sensations in me were exhilarating, I was nearly
out of my mind with pleasure.

   I nearly lost myself...  but, "I wanna cum in your mouth.., finish..,
fuck your mouth."

   "Wait.., gonna.., yes, gonna cum again.  Hold.., baby,
make-me-cum-again...."

   Her wetness glistened on my thighs and my condom covered dick, easily
visible when she climbed off my still pistoning cock.

   "Wanna fuck my mouth, see me swallow it baby?"

   "Yeah, oh, yes!"

   She removed the condom and rubbed her belly along my shaft.  Then,
kneeling, she wrapped her tits around my erect rod, stroking it.  Once she
was on the ground, she lowered her mouth to my cock and engulfed it!

   "Ohm.  Uhm," she moaned as she sucked my cock.  Slurp...  lick... 
suck....  Her mouth was wet, wild...  a fucking machine on my ripe and
ready dick.

   "Baby," she said, "wide and short, you got a perfect dick!" She stopped
sucking, stroked my cock instead, for a moment.  Then, "Uhm.  Ohm.  Oulp,"
taking it into her throat.

   "Oh, damn babe," I sputtered, "I'm.., gunna.., cum, babe...."

   She took the first bit of my load in her throat, then pulled away and
took the next bit on her tongue before releasing my cock from her mouth
completely.  She held her mouth open, stroking my cock with a firm
squeezing hand, and caught the last of my load!

   I watched in ecstasy as she swallowed the cum filling her mouth!  She
got off her knees, stood, and kissed my lips then forehead.  "Did you like
that," she asked.

   "Yeah, very much.  Thanks."

   "Thank You," she replied.

   I uttered, "I know you didn't ask for money.., tip or gift.  But,"
handing her twenty dollars, "feel better if I give money.  I don't have a
girlfriend.  Don't think I'm the boyfriend type."

   "Why?" she asked, taking the money and placing it into the left rear
pocket of her jeans, pulling them up and fastening the waist.

   "I don't know really.  I can be overbearing, controlling.., not
possessive but certainly protective.  And, I can never take care of a lady
in the manner I would like.., it's maddening actually.  Plus, most women
can't handle my wants and needs."

   She had finished dressing and was straightening her hair, "S'okay.  We
can fuck, go out maybe, some time, again..." she spoke, leaving the booth.

   My pants were still down and I just then realized my shirt had been on
the entire time!

   So, after that sweet young thing left the booth I pulled up my pants and
went to the bathroom to freshen-up.  When I left the bathroom I went to the
front counter.  I was slightly surprised to discover someone else manning
the register.

   I'd seen this guy here before and I knew he worked at the video store. I
asked him about the girl and he told me her name was Diane, "...  she helps
out around here." He told me she'd left but would, "probably be back later.
She.., does that...."

   I realized then, she hadn't been on a break and the door hadn't been
locked...  she was a `working girl'!