The Adult Bookstore (part two)
Finally, Friday arrived. I walked around all day with a semi-chubby in my pants, thrilled by the idea of what was going to happen later that day. Bitty was jumpy too. We had, against all odds, managed to abstain from sex for days, and the pressure was building.
Then it was time. Bitty put on her lingerie and modeled it for me. Her hair was long and wild. I swear my pecker nearly ripped through my pants, she looked so hot.
“You’ll want to tie your hair back before we get started,” I said. “The men will want to see your face.”
Bitty ran to her room and grabbed a tie. She slipped on a long coat and we walked out to the car.
“Last chance to back out. Are you ready to suck dick and get creamed?” I asked.
“Let’s go, daddy,” she said, getting in and closing the door. “I’ll never be a pornstar unless I can satisfy a lot of men.”
We drove out to the Adult Superstore; the main sign, visible from the freeway, was turned off. But there were still a fair amount of cars in the lot. We parked in back. The cashier met us at an employee entrance.
“Mr. Cashier, this is my daughter, Bitty. Bitty, this is the man I was telling you about.”
They shook hands. My daughter let her coat fall open. His eyes went wide.
“Oh my goodness …” he murmured. “You are absolutely …” he struggled to find an appropriate word, “gorgeous!”
“Thank you.”
He led us through an employee break room into the back of the store, then turned to us. “Now, I’ve already locked up. Everyone here is a friend of mine, so they’re cool with this.” He realized he didn’t have anything more to say. “Have fun.”
I was going to lead Bitty into the viewing booth area, but she had other ideas. She slipped off her coat and went strolling through the store like a brazen hussy. Naturally, then men all took notice. Some of them shyly said hello, while others just stared in disbelief.
It was, of course, Bitty’s first time in such a place, and it was natural for her to want to explore. She arrived at the sex toy display and picked up the biggest dildo she saw. She held it so the head was aimed at her face and pretended to suck it. I heard a moan from the next aisle over.
Then she spotted a toy sculpted after a horse cock. Compared to the toy she was holding, it was massive. Maybe three feet long. She picked it up and nestled it against her tiny tits, moving it like the horse was thrusting against her. I saw one guy reached down and furiously rub the front of his pants.
When she was done with her tour of the place, we went to the dark open doorway into the viewing area. As this was a Superstore, it was fairly elaborate. There was a long hallway decorated with posters of porn super starlets. Those alone were worth a good wank, they were so sharp, so revealing. It seemed innate to my nature to enjoy studying a woman’s body, to appreciate every aspect of her. Part of me who’d visited stores like this many times before I got married wanted just to pull out my cock and stroke in front of these goddesses. That’s how powerful the moment was. But there was a hand in mine, reminding me that we had other business.
There were at least a dozen private booths back there, plus one large octagonal-shaped room surrounded by booths. That was for live sex shows. It was such a thrill to be standing in one of those booths with a raging erection watching a live sex show and to look over at the other windows and see the men behind them, as fascinated and horny as I was, entranced by the erotic display.
Mr. Cashier suggested that we start the evening there. After all, the business still had to make some money while it was officially closed. He led Bitty and I to a backstage entrance and she entered the room. I stayed in the doorway with it partially closed so I could watch. It was decorated like a bedroom, with a few added features: some stuffed animal toys, including a large gorilla wearing a strap-on dildo. There was music playing, music that I had suggested to Mr. Cashier as something that Bitty enjoyed.
The booths filled. I heard cash boxes accepting bills, and screens raised. Bitty had a full house. She walked around the room, acknowledging each man, and playing with them. For instance, the windows were about waist high on an ordinary man. She keep peeking over the sills to see if the men’s cocks were out. If they were, she made a happy “jack off” gesture, licked her lips, or turned around and stuck her bubble butt out for their enjoyment.
Then she started a striptease, which was brief because she wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothes. When she removed the lace panties, she wrapped them around the gorilla’s dildo and stroked him with them. The men really liked that and voiced their approval. They kept feeding the machines to keep the shades up. They didn’t want to miss anything, which was a good sign.
One of Bitty’s favorite songs came on, and she began dancing to it. Her movements became less graceful and more primal. Before long, she was thrusting her hips against the bed like a wild animal. Then she straddled one of the stuffed animals and began riding it.
“Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me!” she cried out passionately, her hips bucking and her body shaking.
I have to say that, even to me—having Bitty as my daughter while she grew up—it was like a dream come true. To see a g!rl as y0ung as he was, fearlessly expressing her sexuality, was so powerful. I could see that every man watching was affected in the same way.
And then she came. Talk about a portrait of loveliness mixed with pure decadence, she was both. Perched on top of a stuffed boy, lost in those moments of ecstasy. Her back arched and her mouth open in a wide “O” of abandon. Every man there fell in love with her, and in lust for her. It was impossible to deny. I could see their arms moving as they stroked themselves. I just hoped they saved themselves for the grand finale …
The music ended and Mr. Cashier entered the room.
“Gentlemen, this is Bitty,” he said. The audience applauded. “And her dad.” Lighter applause.
“She’s 3ight years old, and she has an interest in cocksucking and getting spermed. I thought you might be interested in helping her out.” At this, the men cheered. “In a few moments, she’ll be going into one of our private viewing booths, and then the real fun will begin. I hope you brought lots of dollars, because you have to feed the machines if you want to play. Also, no rough play. Those are the rules. Abide by them, and I guarantee you a great night of pleasure.”
“No,” Bitty said, “I guarantee it!” And the men roared their approval.
She slipped her lingerie back on, and tottered on her high heels (she still hadn’t gotten used to them) into the hall, where Mr. Cashier opened a booth in the middle. We walked in, and I immediately saw the large viewing screen and cash machine. The light was fairly dim, but the room brightened when one of the men fed a $5 bill into the machine and the screen lit up with a video of a MILF servicing several men. That’s when I saw gloryholes on either side. There were two plastic chairs and a Kleenex dispenser, plus a bottle of lube on a tiny shelf. Everything a horny stud needed to jack himself to ecstasy.
Mr. Cashier switched to his private hard drive of porn. I looked out the door into the other booths and saw y0ung g!rls fucking and sucking. That would keep everyone interested while waiting their turn.
I showed Bitty how the channel selector and volume worked, and she started switching through the videos until one caught her attention: it was a fairly grainy, older video of an Asian g!rl lying on a bed, a man kneeling over her. His cock was above her face and he was stroking it. Suddenly, an eruption of sperm rained down on her, covering her face with droplets of creamy jizz. He kept stroking, and kept cumming.
Bitty gave out an animalistic sound. She loved watching people fuck as much as I do, and seeing this tiny Asian covered with sperm really turned her on.
“That’s what I want,” she told the men gathered outside. “I want you to love me the way he’s loving her,” she pointed to the screen. “Oh my face. On my body. All of you. I want you all so bad.”
The men were ready. Some of them had stripped down naked and were walking around with raging erections.
Then Bitty got on her knees.
A huge, veiny cock appeared through the gloryhole to our right.
Bitty kissed the big head and ran her tongue underneath, just the way I’d taught her. I was never more proud of her than in that moment. She was a sexual being with her own desires, and she was willing to pursue them. The idea that she was too y0ung was absurd on the face of it. Did society really expect her to turn off those feelings for t3n or more years until she was “l3gal”? How could a person do that—and come out healthy and well-adjusted on the other end?
Watching her suck this stranger’s cock worked its magic on me, and I unzipped my pants. My cock was already hard when I pulled it out.
“Oh, look, daddy’s a pervert!” one of the men said.
“Are you going to enjoy watching us cream all over your l!ttle angel?”
I grabbed my prick and started rubbing it. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “I’m going to love every nasty moment. I can’t wait to see her covered in your ropes.”
I glanced from all the hard cocks in the hall to my daughter on her knees and sucking on a stranger’s cock. Yeah, we were both going to enjoy this evening to the fullest!
(to be concluded)
Then it was time. Bitty put on her lingerie and modeled it for me. Her hair was long and wild. I swear my pecker nearly ripped through my pants, she looked so hot.
“You’ll want to tie your hair back before we get started,” I said. “The men will want to see your face.”
Bitty ran to her room and grabbed a tie. She slipped on a long coat and we walked out to the car.
“Last chance to back out. Are you ready to suck dick and get creamed?” I asked.
“Let’s go, daddy,” she said, getting in and closing the door. “I’ll never be a pornstar unless I can satisfy a lot of men.”
We drove out to the Adult Superstore; the main sign, visible from the freeway, was turned off. But there were still a fair amount of cars in the lot. We parked in back. The cashier met us at an employee entrance.
“Mr. Cashier, this is my daughter, Bitty. Bitty, this is the man I was telling you about.”
They shook hands. My daughter let her coat fall open. His eyes went wide.
“Oh my goodness …” he murmured. “You are absolutely …” he struggled to find an appropriate word, “gorgeous!”
“Thank you.”
He led us through an employee break room into the back of the store, then turned to us. “Now, I’ve already locked up. Everyone here is a friend of mine, so they’re cool with this.” He realized he didn’t have anything more to say. “Have fun.”
I was going to lead Bitty into the viewing booth area, but she had other ideas. She slipped off her coat and went strolling through the store like a brazen hussy. Naturally, then men all took notice. Some of them shyly said hello, while others just stared in disbelief.
It was, of course, Bitty’s first time in such a place, and it was natural for her to want to explore. She arrived at the sex toy display and picked up the biggest dildo she saw. She held it so the head was aimed at her face and pretended to suck it. I heard a moan from the next aisle over.
Then she spotted a toy sculpted after a horse cock. Compared to the toy she was holding, it was massive. Maybe three feet long. She picked it up and nestled it against her tiny tits, moving it like the horse was thrusting against her. I saw one guy reached down and furiously rub the front of his pants.
When she was done with her tour of the place, we went to the dark open doorway into the viewing area. As this was a Superstore, it was fairly elaborate. There was a long hallway decorated with posters of porn super starlets. Those alone were worth a good wank, they were so sharp, so revealing. It seemed innate to my nature to enjoy studying a woman’s body, to appreciate every aspect of her. Part of me who’d visited stores like this many times before I got married wanted just to pull out my cock and stroke in front of these goddesses. That’s how powerful the moment was. But there was a hand in mine, reminding me that we had other business.
There were at least a dozen private booths back there, plus one large octagonal-shaped room surrounded by booths. That was for live sex shows. It was such a thrill to be standing in one of those booths with a raging erection watching a live sex show and to look over at the other windows and see the men behind them, as fascinated and horny as I was, entranced by the erotic display.
Mr. Cashier suggested that we start the evening there. After all, the business still had to make some money while it was officially closed. He led Bitty and I to a backstage entrance and she entered the room. I stayed in the doorway with it partially closed so I could watch. It was decorated like a bedroom, with a few added features: some stuffed animal toys, including a large gorilla wearing a strap-on dildo. There was music playing, music that I had suggested to Mr. Cashier as something that Bitty enjoyed.
The booths filled. I heard cash boxes accepting bills, and screens raised. Bitty had a full house. She walked around the room, acknowledging each man, and playing with them. For instance, the windows were about waist high on an ordinary man. She keep peeking over the sills to see if the men’s cocks were out. If they were, she made a happy “jack off” gesture, licked her lips, or turned around and stuck her bubble butt out for their enjoyment.
Then she started a striptease, which was brief because she wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothes. When she removed the lace panties, she wrapped them around the gorilla’s dildo and stroked him with them. The men really liked that and voiced their approval. They kept feeding the machines to keep the shades up. They didn’t want to miss anything, which was a good sign.
One of Bitty’s favorite songs came on, and she began dancing to it. Her movements became less graceful and more primal. Before long, she was thrusting her hips against the bed like a wild animal. Then she straddled one of the stuffed animals and began riding it.
“Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me!” she cried out passionately, her hips bucking and her body shaking.
I have to say that, even to me—having Bitty as my daughter while she grew up—it was like a dream come true. To see a g!rl as y0ung as he was, fearlessly expressing her sexuality, was so powerful. I could see that every man watching was affected in the same way.
And then she came. Talk about a portrait of loveliness mixed with pure decadence, she was both. Perched on top of a stuffed boy, lost in those moments of ecstasy. Her back arched and her mouth open in a wide “O” of abandon. Every man there fell in love with her, and in lust for her. It was impossible to deny. I could see their arms moving as they stroked themselves. I just hoped they saved themselves for the grand finale …
The music ended and Mr. Cashier entered the room.
“Gentlemen, this is Bitty,” he said. The audience applauded. “And her dad.” Lighter applause.
“She’s 3ight years old, and she has an interest in cocksucking and getting spermed. I thought you might be interested in helping her out.” At this, the men cheered. “In a few moments, she’ll be going into one of our private viewing booths, and then the real fun will begin. I hope you brought lots of dollars, because you have to feed the machines if you want to play. Also, no rough play. Those are the rules. Abide by them, and I guarantee you a great night of pleasure.”
“No,” Bitty said, “I guarantee it!” And the men roared their approval.
She slipped her lingerie back on, and tottered on her high heels (she still hadn’t gotten used to them) into the hall, where Mr. Cashier opened a booth in the middle. We walked in, and I immediately saw the large viewing screen and cash machine. The light was fairly dim, but the room brightened when one of the men fed a $5 bill into the machine and the screen lit up with a video of a MILF servicing several men. That’s when I saw gloryholes on either side. There were two plastic chairs and a Kleenex dispenser, plus a bottle of lube on a tiny shelf. Everything a horny stud needed to jack himself to ecstasy.
Mr. Cashier switched to his private hard drive of porn. I looked out the door into the other booths and saw y0ung g!rls fucking and sucking. That would keep everyone interested while waiting their turn.
I showed Bitty how the channel selector and volume worked, and she started switching through the videos until one caught her attention: it was a fairly grainy, older video of an Asian g!rl lying on a bed, a man kneeling over her. His cock was above her face and he was stroking it. Suddenly, an eruption of sperm rained down on her, covering her face with droplets of creamy jizz. He kept stroking, and kept cumming.
Bitty gave out an animalistic sound. She loved watching people fuck as much as I do, and seeing this tiny Asian covered with sperm really turned her on.
“That’s what I want,” she told the men gathered outside. “I want you to love me the way he’s loving her,” she pointed to the screen. “Oh my face. On my body. All of you. I want you all so bad.”
The men were ready. Some of them had stripped down naked and were walking around with raging erections.
Then Bitty got on her knees.
A huge, veiny cock appeared through the gloryhole to our right.
Bitty kissed the big head and ran her tongue underneath, just the way I’d taught her. I was never more proud of her than in that moment. She was a sexual being with her own desires, and she was willing to pursue them. The idea that she was too y0ung was absurd on the face of it. Did society really expect her to turn off those feelings for t3n or more years until she was “l3gal”? How could a person do that—and come out healthy and well-adjusted on the other end?
Watching her suck this stranger’s cock worked its magic on me, and I unzipped my pants. My cock was already hard when I pulled it out.
“Oh, look, daddy’s a pervert!” one of the men said.
“Are you going to enjoy watching us cream all over your l!ttle angel?”
I grabbed my prick and started rubbing it. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “I’m going to love every nasty moment. I can’t wait to see her covered in your ropes.”
I glanced from all the hard cocks in the hall to my daughter on her knees and sucking on a stranger’s cock. Yeah, we were both going to enjoy this evening to the fullest!
(to be concluded)
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