A cold fall wind pushed me through the front door, and I was carded immediately. I handed over my ID and was given the okay to continue in. No, I wasn’t trying to get into a bar—I had just walked into an adult store.

I’d done my research. This place had a regular retail section, a video arcade, and a theater. But right inside the door to the theater was a large sign that read, “Closed for renovation.”
Well, damn.

You see, I wasn’t there to shop—I was there for a little debauchery.

So I went with Plan B and started toward the door leading to the arcade. A few steps before I got there, the woman who had checked my ID called out,
“You have to buy a five-dollar card to go back there.”

Perfect. Now everyone in the store knew exactly where I was headed.

I handed her a five and she gave me a plastic card. “You can slide this in the slot—it’ll give you five dollars’ worth of viewing time.”
I thanked her and made my way to the arcade door.

The hallway beyond was dim, lit only by a few red bulbs that gave the whole space a low, secretive glow. It stretched a long way down, with a couple dozen doors on the right side. Lights above some of them glowed red; half a dozen marked IN USE.

I passed a few men as I walked toward the end of the hall. Picking a door, I opened it—only to find a mess on the floor. I shut it and tried the next one. Same thing. The third door, though—well, third time’s the charm.

I stepped inside, closed the door, and pulled the old blue chair to the back of the small room. Then I looked to each side of me—and there they were.

One oblong hole in each wall, maybe six inches wide and eight inches tall, each lined with a soft trim. Unbelievable. It was real. Not just some urban legend or something you’d see in a late-night adult film.

I slid the card into the slot, and the TV flickered on. I flipped through a few channels and stopped on one. As I did, I heard the door next to me open, then close. I sat down and waited.

Didn’t take long. A man, maybe in his thirties, leaned toward the hole and said, “Hi.”
We made a little small talk before he asked if I’d take my shirt off for him.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head, revealing my boobs in a black demi-cup bra. After asking if he could touch, I stepped closer to the wall. He reached through the opening and ran his hand over one breast, then the other.

He asked if there was any chance I’d take my bra off. I stood, slid the straps from my shoulders, reached behind, and unhooked it.
I set it on the chair beside me.

“God damn, those are big,” he breathed, reaching through the hole again.
His hands explored my chest for a few minutes before he finally pulled back. Then he asked, a little lower, if I’d be interested in sucking his cock.

I told him I’d love to.

I knelt on the floor and waited. Soon his half-hard cock appeared through the hole—long, nicely shaped, about average thickness.

Leaning in, I opened my mouth and took him in. My head moved slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of my lips. It didn’t take long before he was fully hard. I pressed forward, taking him deeper, until the head nudged the back of my throat. I pushed just a little more, letting him slide all the way in—and I heard his groan echo softly through the wall.

A few minutes later, I heard him knock on the wall. I didn’t know what that meant, so I kept working my mouth around his cock, slow and steady.

Just a few seconds later, I understood exactly what that knock was for. Warm pulses of cum began to pour into my mouth—one after another, each thick, hot burst filling me. I stayed there, collecting every drop, letting it settle on my tongue.

When he was finally done, he eased his cock from my mouth, slow and careful. I waited, curious if he’d look back through the hole. When he did, I met his gaze, opened my mouth to show him the load he’d left behind—then swallowed it down.

He thanked me and told me how good it was, and that he loved that I swallowed as well. I sank back into the chair, still catching my breath, when I was startled by someone looking through the other hole in the wall.

He quickly apologized for scaring me and asked if he could touch me. I nodded and moved closer to the hole. His hands were warm and gentle as they explored, softly rubbing, squeezing, and teasing.

Then he asked if he could experience the same thing the other man had. I shrugged, smiling, and positioned myself in front of the hole. He put his cock through the hole, and I took it directly into my mouth.

He grew erect quickly as I took him in and out. The feeling of him growing and moving in my mouth was amazing. The only downside was that it didn’t last long—he came much faster than expected. It wasn’t much, but the taste was surprisingly satisfying. He never looked back through the hole, and without a word, he left, leaving his booth empty.

I moved back up to the chair, still savoring the moment, when I noticed someone else standing at the other wall. His cock was hanging through the hole in the wall separating us, and he was ready and waiting.

Without hesitation, I leaned in. Over the next several minutes, I worked carefully, moving slowly and deliberately. Every sound he made echoed faintly through the wall, and the tension between us built steadily.

He had far more stamina than the previous man. I kept up with him, adjusting to his pace, until finally he made the familiar knock and his cum began to spill into my mouth. I collected his very nice load and swallowed it. I heard him say thanks and how good I was at it. 

A few seconds later, I heard the door to my right again. He peeked through the hole and said,
“Holy shit, they said you were hot, and they weren’t lying.”

I laughed quietly to myself, imagining the whispers and chatter about me in that long, dim hallway.

He completely undressed in the booth next to mine. I wasn’t sure why he needed—or wanted—to do that, but hey, to each their own. He asked if he could touch my boobs, and I moved closer to the wall. His hands explored, slow and deliberate, lingering more than once.

Then he leaned toward the opening and asked if he could come into my booth. There wasn’t much space, but I told him, “Sure, come on over.”

He gathered his clothes and stepped through. He had that classic dad-bod build—broad, a bit of a belly, chest hair thick across his torso. Two things stood out: small rings through each nipple and one huge ring through the head of his cock. Definitely a first for me.

He touched me with growing confidence, hands tracing curves and exploring with intent. I reached down and stroked his cock. With the limited room, we adjusted and shifted, each movement finding a bit more space, a bit more rhythm.

The sensation of the metal in my hand was unusual—different, intriguing. He wasn’t especially long, but there was a thickness to him that made me think of the stretch that was to come. I couldn’t help remembering something a friend once said: “He couldn’t hit the bottom of a tin can, but he could sure blow out the sides.”

After several minutes, his voice came low and rough. He asked if he could fuck me. I told him that if we could make the space work, I didn’t see why not.

I slipped out of my leggings and underwear, and he moved behind me. The small booth made everything more intense—every touch, every sound, every breath. When he finally pressed forward, his cock pushing into me made me whimper. The rhythm built quickly, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing faintly through the narrow hallway beyond. That thought alone made the moment even more exciting.

He asked if I was on birth control. I lied and said no. His only reply came with a breathless laugh: “I’m going to cum inside of you anyway.”

He pushed tightly into me, and I felt his load pooling inside of me. When it was over, we both stayed still for a moment before he slipped out of me. A faint plop of his cum falling from me, hitting the floor, added an element to the situation that I liked. 

He tried to dress inside the booth but quickly gave up, gathered his clothes, and stepped out into the hallway to finish getting dressed.

I was about to clean myself up when a dark hand reached through the wall and brushed my leg, making me freeze for half a second. I knelt down instinctively, letting him squeeze my boobs and tug on my nipples, and then—without a word—he put his cock through the hole.

His cock hung long and low. He was huge and totally limp. The sight alone was enough to make me pause, wondering just how much more there was to come.

His cock, heavy, dark, and impossible to ignore. I lifted it with one hand, dragging a finger along the length, feeling the weight. He reached nearly halfway up my forearm, and the thought alone made my heart skip a beat and a tickle in my tummy.

I leaned forward and let my lips wrap around his cock. The soft head, the taste, the sheer size — everything about his cock felt unreal. At the beginning, I could take him all in. The head of his cock, tight in my throat, growing longer, thicker with every second.  Growing until my throat could not accommodate his mass!

When he was fully hard, the sight of him made my heart race — the contrast, the shape, the sheen made my thigh tremble. He pulled back out of the hole and asked me to turn and back up to the opening. OMG, he wanted to fuck me with that thing! 

Before I could think, instinct took over. I turned, bent forward, and pressed my ass against the wall, breath trembling as I felt his head slip between my lips. The first push was slow but strong, deliberate, until the head of his cock hit bottom, pressing against my cervix. 

I adjusted my stance so he couldn't hit bottom too hard, and he began to pump his cock in and out of me. The sound of him hitting the wall and my whimpers filled the space — the dull echo, the sharp inhale of my breath. My hands braced against the wall as I tried to match his pace, each stroke making me want more. 

Then the door opened! Shit! I forgot to lock it again. An older man stepped in — quiet, steady — and a hand found the small of my back. Another slid up, over my stomach, to my boobs. He squeezed my boobs and tugged on my nipples. The mix of sensations blurred together — making my body purr!

The second man’s touch was confident, searching, as if he already knew what I needed. His hand slid down my tummy, finding my clit, and slowly rubbed in circles. I had him adjust the position of his fingers slightly to avoid overstimulation.

The combination of that huge black cock pumped into me and the extra help from the older men next to me, it began to build. A few seconds later, an orgasm ran through my body, hitting me like a freight train. 

As weak as that made my knees, I was able to stay standing. The two of them kept doing their thing with me and coaxed me into a second, just as intense an orgasm.  

My juices trickled down my thighs, my breathing heavy, heart pounding in my chest. Then, a knock on the wall and a muffled "stay there" as the head of his cock pushed deep inside.  Shot after shot splashing against my cervix, his seed in search of my eggs.

When he was done, he stayed still, not moving at all. Like he was letting his cock soak inside of me. He pulled back, and his cock fell from my pussy, I heard a splat as some of his load fell onto the floor. 

I stood, stretching my back, still in awe of what had just happened. The black man on the other side of the wall looked through the hole, asking if he could have my number. Without hesitation, I gave it to him. Later on, I would find out that others lurking around heard me give my number to him. But that's a different story. 

The man who had come into the booth with me moved in behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, his hands now squeezing my tits. He kissed my shoulder and told me I was one hot little bitch. 

He growled in my ear that he wanted a turn. Without saying a word, I just nodded, turning towards the TV screen and bending forward.  

The sound of a belt buckle and zipper, followed by his cock slipping into me. He held my hips as the claps of our bodies echoed through the long, dark hallway. 

After a few minutes, he pushed in tight and left a deposit inside of me. He patted my ass a couple of times and pulled back. 

He left after zipping up and thanked me. As he stepped out, the door didn't even close when another guy stepped in. In his twenties and he was shorter than me. 

I thought to myself that he's going to have a cock as small as he was. But, I was pleasantly surprised. He did not have the girth, but he had length. 

After a little talking and some of my cock sucking skills, I assumed my position. Bending forward, hands against the wall, he took position behind me. 

I had to adjust a little bit to get lower for him before he plunged into my pussy. I let out a little yip and hung on while he smashed me from behind. He had great stamina before releasing a flood of semen inside of me.  

It was at this point I didn't bother moving.  As one man would finish, another would take his place. 

By the end of the night, cum coated the inside of my legs clear to my ankles, and a puddle of white body fluids lay on the floor. 

I had lost count of how many nameless, faceless men had taken a turn. I just knew it was quite a bunch of them. 

I was going to clean up a little before getting dressed, but I said, "The hell with it." I pulled my leggings up, got the girls back in my bra, and put my shirt on as I walked down the hall to the sales floor. 

I stepped out into the bright light and made my way to the door. Getting into my car, starting the engine, and turning up the heat. I sat for a moment, thinking. Thinking about what I had just done. Wondering what the body count had been. Thinking about the pool of cum on the floor when I was done. 

As I took a deep breath, I put my car in drive and hit the road for my hour-long trip home.