Dear Master (5 page)

I tugged my g-string to one side, worked a little squirt of lube into my tight, tingling asshole, then easily slipped that butt plug inside me. I’d had lots of practice by now, Master.

That said, it felt so weird to stand up and actually
leave the house
like that, Master, feeling that bulbous thing filling up my ass, turning me on as I walked, the horny fluttering feelings intensifying with each new step I took.

And I didn’t wear a coat either, Master, and I have to admit that I enjoyed the horny eyes of all the men I passed on me as I walked to the bus stop, my nipples rock hard from the cold night air, and poking out prominently from beneath my flimsy little dress.

Going out like this wasn’t something I could have done even just a few short weeks ago, and I hope that I am showing myself to be a good little slut in training for you, Master.

As the bus drew me nearer to the city centre, my heart began to pound, and by the time I’d reached Rialto’s I was positively trembling with nerves. I wasn’t sure if I could really go through with it. I checked the time on my cellphone: it was exactly 9pm. And so, with a final gulp, I stepped once more into that dirty, dimly lit store.

The guy at the counter looked up at me from his magazine for a moment, then carried on reading. But this wasn’t the greasy dirty guy I’d seen from before. This guy was a little older, and looked perhaps like one of my father’s friends; he had dark intense eyes, and was clean cut, with salt and pepper hair. There were a few guys browsing around the edges of the room, one was dressed in jeans and a sweater, and looked around the same age as me, strolling casually amongst the aisles of DVDs and magazines, but a few of the other guys looked rather creepy and weird, their dirty little eyes fixed on my tits and pussy …

I swallowed nervously, wondering if I was really about to go through with this. 

I could feel the steely black eyes of the clerk at the counter fixed on me now, too, and he was obviously wondering what I was up to.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I gulped back my nerves, then turned and headed as confidently as I could towards the large red door to the video booths, opened it with a trembling hand, and then stepped through.

Behind it, just as you described Master, was a long dark corridor. It was dimly lit, and there were doors set out on either side. A few had red lights glowing on above them which I assumed meant they were occupied, but the booth you instructed me to, the one right at the far end of the corridor on the right, seemed empty.

I walked slowly and nervously towards it, opening the door and then quickly stepping into the small dark cabin and closing it firmly behind me. There was no lock on the door.

The smell hit me in a musty wave: a pungent, heady mixture of sweat and sperm.There was a large video screen on the far wall, with a slot beneath it to feed in dollar bills, and down in the corner of the room was a stack of paper towels and a waste paper basket, filled with crumpled balls of jizz-stained tissue.

I fished in my little shoulder bag for money and fed a few dollar notes into the slot, pressing the buttons randomly until a porno came on: a film of a girl getting fucked by two beefy oiled studs. But I was too busy taking in my surroundings to really focus on the screen.

My eye strayed to the remaining wall and that’s when I saw the gloryhole — a simple rectangle cut out of the black-painted wall about at waist height.

I found I couldn’t take my eye off it, Master.

The moans and sighs of the woman on screen filled the little cabin as I sat down on the plastic lawn chair, about to lean forward to peer through the hole — to see if there was someone in the next booth — but just then something began to slowly slide through the hole and into
my side
of the booth: with a flutter of delight, I realized it was a thick, fully erect cock.

It was large and well-formed, Master and I could feel a trembling electric nervousness fluttering around my stomach as I knelt before this unfamiliar cock and really looked at it properly. It was less veiny than Darryl’s (the only cock I’d ever really known up close before now), and a lighter pale pink color, although the mushroom head was pretty dark and shiny. What I could see of the pubic hair was trimmed neatly above it, and the balls were nice and shaved. It had a scent to it, too, kind of like cologne, and I imagined the owner washing it and carefully preparing himself, just like I had done, before coming here.

In fact, Master, this cock looked so surprisingly full and inviting that I could already imagine what it might feel like when I took it in my mouth. It must have been about seven or eight inches long, and when I reached out to wrap my hand around it for the first time, I found I could only just about close my fingers around it.

It felt almost rock-solid, and I found myself licking my lips as I stroked it back and forth, knowing that soon, very soon, I would have that swollen purple mushroom head in my mouth, and I would become the dirty little slut you so wanted me to be, Master: a horny cum-loving cock slut, my mouth stuffed full of a complete stranger’s meaty dick, sucking it eagerly for cum.

I wondered who he was, Master. Whether this guy on the other side of the wall was someone I might have passed on the street? Someone from my work? I wondered what he looked like, too, and it felt so hot that I would never know. Perhaps, he was ugly? Perhaps he was old? Or perhaps … perhaps he was
you
.

At this final thought, I felt my pussy throb and I remembered once more the butt plug that I had fit so snugly in my tight little ass.

I spread my legs a little, my dress now riding up around my thighs and I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and gently licked all the way up the shaft of this big anonymous dick before me, from the base right to the tip.

It tasted a little salty, just faintly, and I felt a fresh shiver of excitement run through me as I sensed the heat of his flesh on my tongue. I ran my tongue right up over the tip of his cock head, feeling the change in texture of his skin — the incredible velvety smoothness of his throbbing purple head, and I tasted the sweetly salty tang of his precum, which was oozing now in great clear beads from the slit of his cock.

As I brought my face away for a moment, again drinking in this large cock before me with my eyes, I felt it twitch and throb in my grip once more. And then, with a final involuntary gaps of pleasure I leant forward once more, this time guiding the purple cock head towards my yearning open mouth. I touched it against my tongue, then slowly closed my mouth around it. Oh Master, it seemed to fill my mouth up completely: with its taste, with its size, with its warmth, and I could feel it softly pulsing against my tongue, in time to the stranger’s heartbeat.

Very slowly and sensuously, I began to jack it, at the same time sucking up and down on the fleshy, velvety, spongy head, letting it slip back and forth between my lips. I remembered that there had been a small sensitive patch of skin just below Darryl’s cock head that always seemed to get him off and I began to flick at the same place on this anonymous stranger’s cock with my tongue, wondering if he too found that an erogenous zone. As if in answer, I felt his cock swell even more in my mouth! Oh Master. I hope I am a good little slut if I tell you it was such a hot feeling, to have a throbbing anonymous cock fill my mouth up completely like that, and I heard him moan softly from behind the thin, dirty wall: a low, manly groan.

I too let out a soft moan of my own, muffled by this thick wet cock in my mouth. I pulled it free for a moment with a loud wet pop, then slapped it a few times against my outstretched tongue, lost in a moment of complete animal lust and abandonment. Then I crammed the pulsing cock back in my mouth again, flicking my tongue against the base of his head, tasting those pulsing drops of precum, oozing out from his slit, and massaging his tight, hairless balls, while jacking his slicked veiny rod, working him rhythmically like that. He groaned again and again, and I was lost for a while in the repetitious rhythm of it. I felt like I could just suck and suck him like this forever. But then finally he mumbled from behind the thin wall, “Fuck, that’s it!”

I felt his cock head pulse again in my mouth, growing and swelling for a moment, and then, before I could decide whether to take his cum in my mouth or perhaps on my face or titties, I felt the first hot jet of cum squirt hard against the roof of my mouth. It pulsed again, and again, each time sending a hot glob of sour, salty cum splashing deep into my mouth. And as this horny stranger squirted into my mouth, I felt my pussy throbbing and tingling and my ass clenching down tight for a moment on the butt plug, almost as if I could come too, just from my intense horniness.

I sucked every last drop of cum from that strange cock, Master, just as I hoped you would have wanted me to, and I swallowed it all down like a good little slut, licking and smacking my gooey wet lips. 

When I was finished, I fell back against the far wall for a moment, my whole body now shuddering and shivering with pleasure and surprise at what I had just done. It was like something had taken over me; as if my inner slut had taken control of my body.

Finally, I opened my eyes to see an empty hole in the booth again. Through it, I could just about make out the shape of that stranger, tugging his pants back up, buckling his belt, and then I heard the door to the booth open and close.

I had only a moment or two to compose myself, Master, before I heard the door open once again, and I sensed
another
stranger in the booth next to mine.

I got back to my knees, and this time, while I waited for whatever was to come through the hole, I tugged my small breasts free from the front of my dress, enjoying the cool air on them, my nipples completely rock hard and tingling. I wanted to play with my titties so badly, Master, but I denied myself, just as you had asked me to.

With delight, I saw a fresh new cock sliding through the hole.

This second cock was much shorter than the first, maybe five inches long at most, with a bright red, shiny helmet. There were a few big blue veins running up its sides and I could feel the intense heat radiating from it as I brought my face right up close to it. There was a faintly musty, unwashed smell coming from it, but it was nothing too unpleasant, and with a trembling hand I reached out to grasp its shaft. It was no where near as thick as the last cock, but it felt extremely hard.

I extended my tongue and ran it lightly over the hairy balls, which tasted pungent, salty and sweaty, then up the thick smooth shaft towards this second stranger’s throbbing red cock head. Finally, I moistened my lips, opened my mouth and just as I was about to take it into my mouth, from behind the thin wall I heard a deep grunt and I felt him stiffen and spasm in my hand, the head bulging even larger for a moment, before shooting out a thick jet of warm cum.

This time the gooey mess landed on my breasts and neck. The cock squirted again, then again, some of the thick cum spattering on the floor of the cubicle in front of me, some messing up my dress, some landing on my tingling nipples and titties.

When it was finished, the cock softened a little then quickly withdrew, disappearing into the blackness behind the hole and I have to admit that I felt a little sad that I hadn’t had a chance to suck it, Master.

I hope you don’t mind that I wiped up some of this second stranger’s cum from my breasts and fed it to myself? He tasted much more sour than the first guy, but I lapped it all up anyway like a good, dirty slut, Master.

In fact, I was still licking it all up from myself when I saw a
third
cock sliding through the hole. Straight away, I could see that it this one was absolutely massive. It seemed to just keep on sliding through the hole, until eventually a gigantic pair of balls popped through too. I looked down at this monster dick, my mouth now completely agape. It was enormous: with thick veins running up its sides. It looked rock hard, too, and I could see the veins and head pulsing and throbbing.

It was easily as big as my forearm.

I stood up and tiptoed towards it, then knelt in front of it, tugging my dress up around my thighs.

It smelled a little different to the last; an even stronger, muskier scent, and there was a drop of clear liquid oozing from its tip that glistened in the darkness.

I reached out and I found I couldn’t even close my fingers fully round its hot, firm shaft. Slowly and gently, I began jerking it, first with one hand, then with two, all the while watching  as the clear drop of liquid grew bigger and the head seemed to pulse, in time with my stroking. I used his precut as a lube, slicking him with his own juices, then I leant forward, extended my tongue and lapped up the last large clear drop right from its tip.

Surprisingly, it tasted sweet and I hungrily licked again at the strangers cock head, swirling my whole tongue around its velvety purple tip, my saliva coating it completely.

From behind the thin wall came a deep groan of pleasure.

I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, so wide I felt my jaw straining, and guided the huge cock towards it, but the head was so large that I could only get the very end of it into my mouth. I lapped my tongue again and the taught skin felt really slick and smooth.

I tried to open my mouth even wider, but my jaw began to ache and hurt, so, with a pang of disappointment, I stopped trying to suck it, Master, and just went back to jerking and lapping at the head, as more clear beads of liquid pulsed from its huge slit, filling my mouth with their strong taste.