Part 1

I started to ask her if she really wanted to go. Her answer was "yes", before I even finished the question. She freely admitted that she was an addict. Her previous means of satisfying the need had been running her ragged. She tried to take care of it during her lunch hour, but there was never enough time to get as much as she felt she wanted (needed?). She found herself making multiple appointments, and it just wasn't working.

"They always want to talk.either before or after.and I don't have that kind of time. Frankly, I don't even WANT to talk to them. If I could just jump in the car, get what I need and be on my way, I'd be a much happier woman."

I had told her, a few days earlier, there was a way to solve this problem. I knew a place where she could get as much as she wanted. Doing it her way, she could get maybe two in an hour's time. Doing it my way, there was no telling how much could get done in that period. She said that she was going to take me up on my offer. In fact, as an experiment, she had set aside a block of three hours on a weeknight that would serve as a test period. If I was right, she would have something "special" for me. If I was wrong, there was really no penalty. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It was a short drive, less than 15 minutes. She seemed to be quivering with anticipation, or something. I asked her what was wrong.

"I need to warm up."

Then she reached over and started unzipping my pants. My dick was semi-erect, as it always was in her presence, and she had a bit of difficulty fishing it out. She leaned over, having a bit of a problem avoiding the steering wheel, and drove my dick straight to the back of her throat. She slammed my cock into the back of her throat several times before I heard her start moaning in frustration. She was trying to get her tongue down to my balls, but the logistics of the front seat were not helping her. She sat up suddenly, moaning and biting her bottom lip.

"This is NOT working for me."

I understood her problem. She wanted to be face fucked and it wasn't possible while I was driving. I asked her if she wanted me to pull over, but she said no.

"Just get me there fast."

She tucked me away, with no little difficulty, and zipped me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her sitting there with three fingers jammed into her mouth. She was massaging her own soft palate and moaning. I knew she was frustrated, because she was not able to get the same feeling that she'd get from a cock in her throat. I pressed the pedal to the floor, knowing that I should get her there as quickly as possible.

It was euphemistically called an adult bookstore. In reality, it was just a peep show. The owner believed in maximizing profits and minimizing expenses, so the staff doubled as cashiers and janitors, which meant that the place was rarely cleaned. The area was filled with video tapes and DVD's of all kinds. Almost every fetish allowed by law was covered, and I was sure that with a few bucks slid under the table (so to speak), you could get whatever else you desired. I approached the counter and motioned to one of the men there. A Black man in his mid thirties. He eyed my companion and smiled.

"What can I do for you, bro?"

"We came to hang out for a while. What's the charge?"

"Single men is eight bucks. Women is free."

"What about a couple?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Your lady friend here looking for something?"

"Yeah.she is."

I looked over at her, and she was biting her lip again. She didn't look particularly nervous, just kind of anxious.

"She in business? Because we could get into a shitload of trouble if the undercovers are around."

"She's here for pleasure, not business. Wants to swallow as much cock as she can get.no charge."

"Those are the magic words tonight, my man. Go have fun. No charge for special ladies and their escorts. I'll probably see you back there." He pointed to a door towards the rear of the store. As we approached it, he buzzed us through.

It seemed totally dark at first. She grabbed my arm, suddenly panicked by the sudden blindness. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust. There were booths lining the walls on both sides. There seemed to be dozens of them. Most of the doors were closed, with a red light over each closed doors. Through the open doors of the empty booths, we could see that each booth contained a movie screen. There were men milling around all over the place, and as soon as they saw her, eyes seemed to light up. Her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the area quickly, taking in the lay of the place. She spotted a nearby booth that was unoccupied. She whispered into my ear.

"Is that what you were talking about?" I nodded, and then walked over to the open door. There were holes in both walls. Just what we were looking for. I ushered her in and closed the door behind us. She immediately slipped out of the one piece dress and hooked it onto the door latch, not wanting it to get stained on the sticky floor. She inhaled deeply.

"Smells like cum in here." She licked her lips as she said it. That was the reason she had come here. She was on a cum hunt.and was not about to miss any.

"So.what do we do?", she asked.

"What comes to mind first?"

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