The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Saturday Evening

Tamasree breathed heavily as she jogged on the treadmill at her school’s gymnasium. She’d been pleasantly shocked at how relatively understanding her parents had been about the whole situation with Aaron and the girls. They’d started out pretty angry when she first tried to explain the situation to them, and she’d even trotted out a lot of the things she’d researched for the art history project. Tama shook her head as she ran, still surprised at how effective the argument, that her lifestyle choice would have been accepted as normal in ancient times in their home country, had proven. That might not have been strictly true, given that they weren’t aristocrats, and the sexual mores of the rich and powerful were not necessarily reflective of the culture at large, but they’d seemed to buy it and she counted her blessings.

Tamasree’s parents had even agreed to let her borrow the car to go to the gym. It had been a fairly normal routine for her, as she preferred to use the facilities when they weren’t crowded, but she’d been worried they’d refuse, believing she was off to have torrid sex that they appeared very uncomfortable hearing even very vague hints about. To her continued astonishment, however, they’d acquiesced, pleased with her maturity for confiding in them so soon after her relationship became serious. Tama couldn’t help chuckling a little and wondering if her good luck was a bad sign, thinking that everything had gone so much more smoothly than it should have, and the universe would be looking for a dramatic way to balance the scales.

“Hey, you’re Tamasree, right?” asked a female voice from behind her, making Tama jump in surprise and almost stumble on the treadmill. She quickly moved her feet to the sides so she could turn around and see her interrogator, whom she recognized from her art history class but had never spoken to.

The tanned brunette smiled apologetically and said, “I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just, when I saw you, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your presentation, especially the last bit.” The girl’s cheeks flushed pinkly at the admission, but she quickly rushed to clarify, “I mean, about what you said about beauty, and how brave you are.”

Tamasree also blushed a little, not being used to such praise, and stuttered for a few seconds before finally finding her voice and awkwardly saying, “Oh! Um, thanks! Thank you, I mean. That’s… very sweet. Thanks!”

“I’m Mara, by the way,” said the girl from her class, whose eyes seemed to have dropped to Tama’s ass briefly before bouncing back to her face. “Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say, I’ll let you get back to your exercise.” Still blushing, the young lady quickly turned away and dashed back to a couple of other women Tamasree hadn’t noticed, who were using some of the resistance machines. The other two had been watching their exchange, and something in their expressions made Tama wary, but she put it out of her mind and resumed her cardio, feeling a little self-conscious about turning her butt toward them, even though her sweatpants were not particularly tight.

By chance or design, the other three women finished doing their leg presses moments after Tamasree headed for the locker room to collect her purse. She never changed clothes or showered at the gymnasium, although ever since her burgeoning interest in women’s anatomy, she’d been fantasizing about stripping down and showering with other nude women, all of whom were pleased and excited to allow her as much time to admire their beautiful vaginas as she wanted to take. Shaking her head out of the hot daydream, Tama was once again startled by a voice behind her.

“Hey, Mara says your name is Tamasree. Am I pronouncing that right?” asked one of the other ladies, a tall one with golden blonde hair.

“Um, almost!” Tama said, surprised. “It’s more of a ‘sh’ sound than a regular ‘s’ sound, but you’re pretty close!”

“Tamashree?” the girl said again, making it sound thicker than Tama did, but she just smiled and nodded, not wanting to get too technical with a stranger over perfect pronunciation. The girl smiled back and held out her hand, “I’m Britt,” she announced, “And our other friend here is Ellie,” indicating the third woman, a brunette with lighter skin and hair tones than Mara. “We’re all on the volleyball team together.”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Tamasree said vaguely as she shook the proffered hand, not sure where the conversation was headed. “Pleased to meet all of you!”

“So, Mara was telling us about your presentation from the other day,” explained Britt, still smiling, and Tama felt a tickle of nervousness, thinking something about the woman seemed almost predatory. Ellie, too, was smiling in a way that struck her as slightly insincere, while Mara appeared to be trying her best to conceal some anxiety. “We were wondering if you could help us resolve a dispute we had over a bet, since you seem to be an expert. Well, as much of an expert as we’re likely to find, anyway.”

Still confused, but wanting to appear friendly and helpful, Tamasree replied, “Well, sure, if you think I can help. What was the bet about?” She wasn’t sure what to expect, but presumed it might be about either art or her cultural heritage if they were being sincere, or possibly some kind of set-up to make a joke about her hairiness if they weren’t.

“We’re in disagreement about who has the prettiest pussy of the three of us,” Britt said, grinning at the stunned expression on Tama’s face. “Naturally, we all voted for ourselves the first time we compared, and then when we did a tie-breaker round picking from only the other two, we still didn’t have a winner! So, we clearly need an impartial judge who can settle it once and for all.”

Tamasree blinked rapidly, convinced that she must be mistaken, or else that the girls would soon laugh at her and leave. But when all three continued staring at her, she started to think they were serious. “Are you, um, going to send me pictures?” she asked, feeling a little light-headed.

Grinning even wider, Britt put her arm around Tama and said, “Nah, as long as we’re all here, we may as well get it over with. Let’s just head to the shower room and you can do the judging in there!” She gently started steering Tamasree in that direction, and the stunned young woman couldn’t muster the will to resist.

Once in the relative privacy of the shower room, which was divided into about twenty curtained stalls, Britt released the pressure on Tama. The blonde immediately pulled down her exercise shorts and panties, announcing, “I’ll go first!” She was still smiling, but also blushing for the first time since she’d started the bizarre conversation. Tamasree stared down at the slightly darker blonde curls that were exposed, carefully shaped into a narrow strip, feeling feverish at getting so close to her fantasy. “Feel free to get up close and personal,” Britt said, sounding somewhat strained and breathless herself.

Tama slowly knelt on the floor and reached out to pull the blonde a little closer, but even with her standing somewhat splayed out, the posture did not show off her sex to its best effect. “This won’t work,” Tamasree said, shaking her head and making Britt frown. “The lighting is terrible with you standing up, and the angle is poor. Sit down and spread your legs widely, please.”

Britt’s smile returned quickly and she stepped out of her pants, making nodding gestures to her friends to do likewise. Ellie immediately started shimmying out of her clothes, and Mara followed, seeming a bit more reluctant. All three sat themselves on the floor when they were done exposing their pussies, with Britt in the middle.

Finally able to look properly, Tama’s breath hitched as she glanced around at all three, taking in a first impression of each. Britt’s thin strip of blonde hair was the median, as it turned out: Ellie was smooth and probably waxed, while Mara had a thick tuft on her mound but appeared to shave the rest. All three were dramatically different in the particulars of their shape and size, despite being superficially similar. “Do any of you mind if I touch them a little?” Tamasree asked in a subdued voice, feeling nervous and ashamed, but also hopeful. Her heart swelled when all three nodded, and she felt her own sex quiver excitedly.

Starting with Britt, Tama moved her face only inches away and inhaled deeply. “You have a pleasant, musky odor,” Tamasree said, “And whatever floral scent your soap or lotion contains complements your natural aroma.” She very gently stroked the outer lips, encouraging them to swell more, and pulled them slightly apart. “Your labia are a beautiful bubblegum pink color, and delightfully stretchy despite being so petite. I love how they snap back into position when I release them.” Britt shivered and moaned as Tama acted on her observation.

“It looks like your clit is on the small side, since it’s still hiding under its hood,” Tamasree observed, directing a breath of air onto the nub in question, making it peek out as it hardened. “Why, hello there!” she said, giving it a tiny kiss, making the blonde moan.

“Who’s next?” Tama asked, with her throat feeling extremely dry. Ellie’s bouncing hips seemed to be volunteering, so Tamasree turned to her left and repeated the process of examining the pussy in front of her.

“You smell kind of spicy, almost peppery,” Tamasree announced, “Which makes me think you’re aggressive in bed.” Ellie’s stunned expression suggested the guess was a good one, although Tama’s hypothesis was based much more on the girl’s behavior than her odor. “Your lips are a lovely coral color, and they’re so long and beautifully eye-catching they make me understand why some people use terms like flower and blossom to describe them. And I bet you get a lot of pleasure from having such a large pearl!” So saying, Tama kissed the prominent clit lightly, marveling at how perfectly dome-like it seemed, not projecting very far but seeming to stretch the hood tightly with its emergence.

Turning finally to the first girl who’d greeted her that evening, Tama took a deep breath and moaned quietly. “You smell of the sea,” she said, inhaling even more deeply. “There are depths here that invite exploration.” She stroked a finger along the girl’s lips and said, “These are quite dark. Rosewood, I’d say; almost like my pussy. I love the way your lips seem to quiver and grasp all on their own.” Tama curled just the tip of her finger between the folds, smiling at how they seemed to close about it, and felt Mara’s entire body trembling. She slowly pulled back, watching the labia stretch and finally, reluctantly, release her, but leaving a thin string of fluid connecting them for a few moments longer.

Tamasree gently ran her wet finger along the fine stubble that indicated the extent Mara’s pubes would expand to if allowed, and then ran it through the slightly unkempt tuft adorning her mons. “Your hair is even softer and silkier than mine,” she said quietly, knowing that her breath would be tickling the girl’s sensitive sex, and loving the sight of her shivering and shuddering in response. “And your clit is so long and lovely and shapely!” Tama reached out with her tongue and gave Mara’s clitoris a tiny flick, which caused it to lengthen even more, to her surprise, until it was poking out nearly an inch. “That looks like it would be great fun to have!” she gasped quietly.

“I hope no one is upset, but this one is my favorite, despite how wonderful all three of them are,” Tamasree said. All three women were looking at her with bright, lusty eyes. The expressions that she’d initially thought seemed predatory had been replaced by clear sexual desire and need, which made her think she’d turned the tables on them somehow, although she still wasn’t sure what they’d hoped to accomplish. “Of course, that’s just from a mostly visual perspective,” she clarified. “I can do a taste test if any of you think that might change the outcome.”

The three women’s voices were jumbled as they cried out, “Yes!” “God, yes!” and “Please!” all at once. Smiling naughtily, Tama took her first real taste of Mara and hummed in appreciation, almost believing she could hear the pounding of the surf in her ears. The brunette cried out and grabbed Tamasree’s hair as her hips began bucking, and it took a surprisingly short time for her to drive the young lady to a strong climax. She went limp immediately afterwards and appeared to be quietly crying. Tama wanted to comfort her if she needed it, but Britt had scooted over and thrown one of her legs over Mara’s in her haste to be next. Tamasree reached out to grasp the weeping girl’s hand as she turned her face to the blonde pussy that was openly dripping with anticipation.

Britt needed only slightly more stimulation to get off than her friend had, and it seemed like she was multi-orgasmic, as she didn’t appear satisfied to stop at just one. Ellie demanded her turn, though, and the blonde reluctantly relinquished her place, fingering herself instead as she watched the pale brunette have her pussy worshipped. Although Tama didn’t say anything, she thought the spicy flavor of Ellie was the nicest of the three, although it didn’t change her initial declaration of the winner, and she had doubts that anyone cared about that pretext any longer. Ellie’s climax took more work than her friends’ had, but it was a particularly wet one, much to Tamasree’s delight.

Before Britt could loom back in for a second round, Tama said, “As much fun as this was, I have to get home now.” All three of her new friends looked disappointed, especially the blonde, but none did more than whine melodramatically in the way of trying to convince her to stay. Despite her own desperate horniness, Tamasree was beginning to feel shame and guilt at how easily she’d been convinced to engage in sex outside her polycule. Was having three other lovers at once not enough for her? She squeezed Mara’s hand one last time, which she’d been holding throughout, and finally released it. Stopping only to splash water on her face to rinse away some of the smell, Tama walked hurriedly out to her car, eyes carefully on the ground to avoid any chance of conversation, beginning to boil with feelings of humiliation and disgrace. “How am I going to face them?” she muttered, feeling hot tears begin to flow.

Late Saturday Night

Nora sighed as she washed her face in the restaurant bathroom. Her parents had insisted on taking her out to dinner after meeting with Aaron and the girls, and while the free food was welcome, the hours of interrogation it led to were a fairly heavy cost in terms of stress. They’d finally run out of questions and returned to their hotel, not exactly happy with her ‘college experimentation’ as they’d put it, but apparently willing to let things run their course naturally. Aaron had sent a clip of himself cumming just as things were winding down with her family, and she’d been unable to resist the urge to finger herself to a climax in the restroom while she watched it. The fact that no one saw or heard her orgasm was a little disappointing.

Nora frowned at her reflection and ran her hands over her chest, cupping her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. She’d dressed modestly for the day, knowing she’d be trying to make good impressions on all of their parents, but her old sense of style rankled her new sensibilities. She undid several buttons on her blouse, until her bra was partially exposed, and figured that would have to do. A few people did double-takes at her newly exposed cleavage during her short walk out of the restaurant, which got her hot and bothered despite her recent cum.

Arriving at her car, Nora looked around at the nearly deserted parking lot, where only a few other vehicles still remained, most of them likely belonging to the staff at the restaurant. It was a warm night with just enough breeze to keep one cool, and it felt almost like a caress as it stirred her hair. Glancing around once more, Nora undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and shrugged it off, exposing more of her flesh to the night’s touch. Her nipples quickly got hard and goose pimples erupted across her body, making her shiver.

“Do I dare?” Nora mumbled, wavering between good sense and lustful longing as she contemplated her next move. Desire quickly won out, and she whispered, “I’m only about a mile or so from home, it’s dark and late, it should be a piece of cake!” Unlocking her car, she tossed her purse and blouse inside and quickly added her bra, jeans, and panties. The night suddenly felt much colder, wearing only socks and sneakers, but her naughty arousal had made her skin warm and flushed, almost feverish.

Nora hesitated a few moments longer, then reached into her purse to grab her phone, just in case. She locked her car and ran as fast as she could to get out of the lights of the parking lot, knowing her pale skin would shine like a beacon if anyone happened to be watching. Her heart pounded from fear and exhilaration as she streaked off in the general direction of her apartment, clutching her phone in one hand and her keys in the other, and resisting the urge to scream with excitement.

Reaching a row of hedges that separated the well-lit parking lot from a short access road, Nora dodged around them to get on the darker side, knowing that the street beyond was mainly used by people working in the strip mall it serviced, or trucks making deliveries to the back. At night, with all the boutiques closed, it would likely remain unused and therefore a safe place to plan the rest of her naked trek. Still breathing heavily despite the short jog, she crouched and looked back to make sure no one was following her, or had otherwise noticed her escapade.

Seeing no signs of pursuit, Nora followed the access road toward the back of the strip mall, unable to resist the temptation to walk in the middle of the street, raising her arms and doing a sexy dance, thrilled to feel her tits wobbling out in the open air of town. She couldn’t contain her joy any longer and let out a loud ‘whoop’ of pleasure. She immediately felt dangerously exposed again and sprinted for the end of the road, giggling like mad as she went.

Nora darted behind the nearest boutique and then squatted just behind the dumpster next to its loading dock. Most of the stores had lights over their staff doors, but those were single bulbs that did little to illuminate the rest of the area, so she felt safe to rest for a moment and catch her breath. Her hand wandered down between her legs and tickled her lower lips, still slick and puffy from her self-love in the restaurant bathroom earlier. She hummed quietly at the stimulation, but reluctantly pulled her fingers away, preferring to save her next orgasm for the comfort of her bed.

Still confident she was alone, Nora frowned slightly at the realization she didn’t quite know where to go next. She knew where she was in relation to her apartment, but she rarely walked around in town, which was not especially pedestrian-friendly. There was a thin strip of undeveloped land behind the area she was hiding in, and then another pair of strip malls on either side of a road that was fairly busy, at least during the day. She figured it might have some through traffic even at night, but thought that all the businesses were probably closed for the evening. Beyond that was a fairly large construction site which should be shut down for the night, and it abutted a park and jogging trail that wound through some residential areas, passing within a hundred yards of her front door. Resolved, the nude redhead gave her pussy one last rub for luck and crept toward the woods.

After tripping twice and nearly poking her eye out on a branch, Nora was starting to question the wisdom of her decision. She finally decided to risk using the flashlight on her phone to help guide her steps, even though it might attract unwanted attention to her. “But do I really, honestly, want to avoid attention?” she muttered to herself as she activated the light.

Being able to see obstacles meant that the undeveloped plot posed no further problems for her, and Nora was soon past the trees and briefly stymied by a chain-link fence that separated her from the next strip mall. She cursed quietly, having never noticed it before, although it wasn’t usually an important detail to remember. She dithered for a moment, then slid her keys and phone into her socks, needing her hands for climbing. She was wary of the sharp tines that topped the barrier, projecting a little above the upper rail, which did not look likely to bring pleasure to her sex if she sat on them.

Nora hissed with pain as she tried to clumsily jump down from the top of the fence, accidentally giving herself a scratch on the ass from one of the very points she’d been worried about. She felt around on her cheek, but it at least seemed not to be bleeding much, though it dampened her satisfaction with her nude adventure slightly. A car going by on the street reminded her of the situation and she quickly squatted again, although the vehicle was already gone by the time she’d located cover to hide behind.

Feeling her heart beat strongly again in the face of her next big risk, Nora crept as stealthily as she could toward the road, leaving her phone and keys where they were for the time being, even though it was awkward and uncomfortable to walk with them in her socks. She peered out from behind the corner of the building, jerking back reflexively when she saw headlights. She held her breath in terror and lust, wondering if the driver had seen her head poking around the shop, or if they’d slow down or stop to investigate. Her luck held, however, and the car passed without incident. As soon as its taillights turned at the intersection, she made a break for it.

Nora whooped with glee as she ran again, overcome by the heady feeling of her public nudity, and paused briefly in the middle of the road to rub her pussy and tweak a nipple. Her interlude was no more than a few seconds, but it seemed longer to her. She then dashed the rest of the way across the street and ran along the side of the new building, wanting to get behind it. She thought she heard another car coming even as she reached the concealing darkness beyond the shops.

Nora couldn’t help fingering herself some more, although it did nothing to relieve her growing tension. She could tell that her next climax was going to be spectacular. Finally regaining control of her emotions, she saw that there was another chain-link fence to be hurdled before she could reach the construction site. She debated about whether or not it would be better to follow the fence around, but discarded the idea since it would mean following it alongside a fairly major road if she took the shorter route. She was thrilled at the idea of being exposed, but not at the idea of being arrested if a cop happened to drive down the thoroughfare while she was enjoying her nude stroll. As she straddled the new fence, trying to avoid any more scratches, the thought suddenly occurred to her that the construction site might have its own security guard. She hesitated again, but felt committed at that point, and figured they would mostly be on the lookout for people trying to steal tools or supplies, assuming anyone was there.

Landing a little more gracefully than before, Nora practically crawled toward a stack of metal beams, listening carefully for any sign of activity. Hearing nothing, she felt a little more bold and moved out of her concealment, but walked softly while hunched over. Her plan had been to skirt the edge of the foundation and superstructure that was being erected, but mounds of displaced dirt and other obstructions made it difficult, not to mention hard to see where she was going. Enough of the building had been constructed to block most of the light from the side facing the road, and a plywood barrier between it and the next lot behind did much the same. She said a quiet thanks that she hadn’t had to try to get over the somewhat more formidable obstacle the wooden panels represented.

Nora’s heart shot into her throat as she suddenly heard quiet voices from nearby, followed by a hissing noise. Terrified and confused, she crouched down as small as she could and tried not to breathe too loudly. The hissing noise made sense when she detected a slightly metallic odor on the breeze, and deduced that someone was spray-painting graffiti somewhere on the site, quite likely on the plywood she’d noticed. That suggested there was probably no security, which was a bit of a relief, but getting charged with trespassing and public indecency might be considerably better than getting found by unknown vandals.

Nora quietly slipped her phone and keys out of her socks, worried they might make noise when she moved, and resumed her stealthy creeping toward the park on the other side of the site. She passed even closer to the sound of the vandalism, but was soon within sight of the final chain-link barrier that separated her from the last leg of her nude journey. She was slightly alarmed to see a large hole in the ground in her direct route to the fence, with a tall mound of dirt adjacent to it. Shadows concealed the bottom, so she had no idea how far down it went, but she guessed that it was deeper than she was tall. Getting out if she fell in might be a real problem. With no other choice, she started edging around the pit on the side closer to the foundation, thinking it must be at least somewhat stable, and further away from the other trespassers as well.

Nora nearly peed herself with fright when her phone suddenly lit up and chimed with an incoming message from Melissa, based on the tone. She yelped and jumped, and in doing so lost her grip on the device. It plummeted to the bottom of the pit, which she could now see was at least eight to ten feet deep. Worse still, it had alerted the vandals that they were not alone. “Someone’s there!” called out a voice from near the plywood barricade; it spoke quietly in an absolute sense, but seemed very loud in the dark night. Nora whimpered as a second voice, coming from somewhere inside the superstructure, responded, “They’re over by the pit!”

Terrified, Nora abandoned her phone and made a dash for the fence, not even attempting to be stealthy as she tried to clamber over it. In her haste and fear, she slipped and fell back to the ground, landing painfully on her ass.

“There they are!” said a voice from behind her as she scrambled to her feet and leapt onto the chain-link fence again.

“It’s a girl!” said a third voice, sounding surprised, and getting much closer.

“Holy shit, she’s naked!” exclaimed the first voice, no longer troubling to keep his volume low.

“Quiet!” hissed the voice that had been inside the building. “Let’s grab her!”

Nora whimpered with fright and nearly vaulted over the top of the fence, scraping her legs and landing very awkwardly on the other side. Ignoring the pain, she realized with horror that she’d dropped her keys on the other side of the fence. She thrust her hand through the links and made a grab for them, briefly relieved that they were just in reach of her arm. Her clenched fist was too large to fit through when she tried to pull it back, but she loosened her grip just enough to yank it and her keys through as her pursuers reached the fence.

“Hot damn, look at that!” said the first one. Nora noted absently that all three were wearing hoodies that concealed their faces, at least in the semi-darkness they were all lurking amidst, but she had no intention of staying long enough to ID them if she could help it. Rolling to her feet, she ran as fast as she could down the jogging path, no longer caring if anyone was on it, as the three vandals whistled and called her to come back and show them a good time.

Nora sprinted all the way to her apartment, not wanting to know what might happen if any or all of the three climbed over the fence and chased her. She heard a couple of shouts from other directions, guessing that she’d been spotted, but ignored all distractions, focused only on getting inside her home. With a final dash across the small green space that separated her door from the trail, Nora fumbled her key into the lock and quickly slammed it shut behind her, slumping to the floor and feeling tears of relief mingled with sweat running down her face.

To her shock and disbelief, the first thing she did was plunge a couple of fingers into her sopping sex. She grunted at the penetration but soon added another finger. The wet sounds of her pleasure struck her as obscene, but she was powerless to stop herself.

“Nora, is that you?” called out her roommate. “Is everything okay?”

Nora gasped, but even in the face of imminent discovery she couldn’t muster up the will to desist. She whimpered and cried harder, but her other traitorous hand dropped her keys on the ground and began mauling her breast.

“Oh, my God!” exclaimed Nora’s shocked roommate as she entered the living room and saw the spectacle the redhead was making of herself.

“I’m sorry!” Nora wailed, but the sight of her stunned friend staring at her display triggered a powerful climax. She groaned in relief, but realized with horror that she’d squirted a jet of her juices several feet, followed by two or three smaller ones. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to her, but it was definitely the strongest. She wept with shame as she curled up in a ball next to the door, muttering apologies to her roommate, but already wondering if such risks would always lead to such satisfying sexual rewards, and hating herself for wanting to find out.

Late Saturday Night

Melissa was distracted and jittery, unable to concentrate on the simplest of tasks, yet full of nervous energy that she couldn’t ignore or dispel. She bounced back and forth between euphoria that her relationship was out in the open, more or less, and frustration that their families, and some of her friends, were trying to keep the foursome separated as much as possible and for as long as possible.

While her parents had been curiously accepting of her polyamory, they’d been much less pleased when they discovered that Melissa had been using the credit card they gave her for college expenses to sign up for porn sites. Even she had to admit that telling them it was for a school project, however true, sounded like a pathetically weak defense of her behavior. Consequently, they’d put a hold on her card, content locks on both her phone’s account and her ISP, and cancelled all of the subscriptions she’d paid for. Watching some good porn might have helped settle her down, she thought, but all she had were the clips she’d saved for research purposes. They were hot, but familiar, and she felt the need for something fresh.

Likewise, sexting with her lovers was not helping her mood. She appreciated the attempt, but felt like it was trying to eat a single grape to satisfy an empty stomach. She needed something more, something meatier. Finally snapping, Melissa grabbed her purse and keys and left her apartment, biting on her fingernails while she searched for an adult store that was open. Finding one a couple of towns over, she pulled up the driving directions and set off, after confirming her emergency cash was still in its hiding place.

Melissa was a little surprised at how many cars were in the secluded parking area behind the building, but she guessed that most people who visited the store might prefer the cover of darkness for their shopping. She retrieved her hidden money and entered the business, doing her best not to look as nervous and out of place as she felt.

Meliss was slightly relieved to see that the store was brightly lit on the inside and seemed quite clean. The shelves were slightly taller than she was, so it wasn’t immediately obvious how many other customers were in the store. She noticed that the person behind the counter was a woman, probably in her late 20s or early 30s, with a decidedly emo style. Making a beeline for the counter and forcing herself not to peer down the aisles to either side, she swallowed anxiously and said, “Excuse me… I’m looking for DVDs, could you tell me where your selection is?”

The woman smiled slightly and waved a hand vaguely toward Melissa’s left, saying, “Mostly on that side. We have about 10,000 titles. Is there any particular type you’re looking for? Bondage? Interracial? Gangbang? Lesbian?”

Melissa cleared her throat a little and tried to concentrate on the woman’s chin to avoid eye contact. “Gangbangs would be fine, or blowbangs. Anything with facials. Bukkake, if you’ve got any.” She felt her face burn with embarrassment at her candor, but other than a slightly wider smile, the clerk didn’t visibly react to either the admission or the evident shame.

“We do, in fact, have some. Come on, I’ll show you where that section is,” she said, beckoning Melissa to follow her. Still trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, the blonde scurried after the emo woman as she led them a few aisles over. With a flourish, she indicated two adjacent shelves covered with graphically informative DVD cases. “Let me know if you need anything else,” she said, leaving Melissa alone to browse.

“Okay, Melly,” she muttered to herself, “You wanted porn, you got porn.” She picked up several of the boxes in turn, examining them carefully and trying to figure out what they were about, what kind of production values they had, or anything else. Unfortunately, for a girl who was used to consuming her pornography by the clip, the packaging was not particularly accessible. As she’d mentioned in her report, it mostly concentrated on showing the actresses involved and what they were supposed to be doing in the video, but for her personally, that information was not especially diagnostic. Feeling overwhelmed and confused, she selected several that had still-shots on the back that looked promising and took them up to the counter.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” asked the clerk, glancing at the small pile of DVDs.

“I don’t know,” Melissa confessed. “Have you watched any of these? I’m used to seeing a scene, or part of one, and then buying the rest if it’s hot enough.” Her cheeks reddened slightly at the admission, but it seemed likely that any woman who worked at a porn store would be pretty blasé about porn viewing habits.

The clerk looked through the titles and said, “Sorry, not familiar with any of these.” She paused for a second and said, in a lower voice, “We do have some, er, viewing rooms available. Most of the titles we have for sale can be pulled up on the screens in there and you can pay per scene.”

The woman had a curious look on her face while she talked, but it sounded like a good compromise to Melissa, so she said, “Lead the way, please!” with the brightest smile she could muster under the circumstances. The emo lady raised an eyebrow and flashed another faint smirk, then pointed toward the back of the store as she left the counter again.

A few minutes later and Melissa was settling herself on a comfortable chair in a small, dimly lit booth, searching through the titles for any of the DVDs she had picked. She glanced at the two strange designs on the walls that reminded her of dart boards but paid them little mind at first. Finding one of the films, she selected the bukkake scene and leaned back in her seat to watch. She debated whether or not it would be appropriate to finger herself, thinking that guys who used the room probably did something similar, and eyed the chair and floor more carefully after the thought, but the room appeared clean. She wondered what a black light would reveal.

It was about five minutes into the scene, and Melissa was rubbing herself through her pants, when a long, thin penis snaked its way into her booth from one of the designs on the wall. She was shocked at first, but quickly realized that what she thought were bull’s-eyes were in fact glory holes. After her initial surprise waned, Melissa felt a mix of anger, disbelief, and lust. Surely the clerk knew about the situation and had led her into it deliberately, and the thought incensed the blonde. Upon further reflection, though, she wondered if there was some kind of secret code that people used to indicate interest in such a thing, and if she’d somehow blundered into the situation by chance. She was just starting to wonder how to extricate herself when she realized her hand had started stroking the interloping cock without her realizing it.

Beginning to feel seriously alarmed, Melissa nevertheless continued holding the strange dick and pumping it slowly. It was both lengthier and more skinny than Aaron’s, she judged, but otherwise felt much the same in her hand. It had a more upward curve than she was used to from any of her previous partners, although she’d seen similar ones in porn. All in all, she thought, it was a pretty nice penis, despite not being entirely welcome in her booth. A drip of precum appeared on the tip, and Melly instinctively bent forward to lick it up, feeling the heat in her loins flare even as her shame and horror did the same.

Once she’d started, though, Melissa found it impossible to stop. She soon had the stranger’s cock in her mouth and was working it deeper, even as she held the base of it. The proximity of the wall was awkward, making her afraid of smashing her nose in the process of blowing the mystery dick, but the muffled moans leaking through the hole enflamed her brain and her sex. Her other hand returned to her crotch and she rubbed herself forcefully; her own stifled sounds of pleasure mingled with her partner’s and those from the forgotten video.

Melissa could tell the man was getting close, and she whined needfully and increased the speed of her attentions. The first shot was surprisingly powerful and hit the back of her throat, making her cough and pull away, but she groaned happily as the subsequent jets splattered all over her face. She released her grip and the quickly softening member withdrew from her booth, leaving a small trail of glistening semen in its wake. She sat there staring at the hole, breathing heavily and absently moving small drops of cum towards her mouth, not quite ready to believe it had happened.

A quiet tapping on the wall behind her made Melissa turn around, and she felt a mixture of worry and lust at the sight of another penis pointing at her out of the opposite wall. It was as remarkable for being short and thick as the other had been long and thin. Unable to control herself, she crawled the few feet until she could take the new offering in her mouth as well. There wasn’t room to wrap both her hand and her lips around it, so she had to content herself with licking and literally sucking it, trying to develop a rhythm of alternating intensities. Her hands, idle in the circumstances, undid her pants and pushed them down so she could finger herself as she worked the new stranger’s cock.

It struck Melissa as somehow appropriate that the girthy cock produced an unusually thick and gooey load, albeit relatively lacking in volume, when it erupted a few minutes later. Unlike Aaron’s cum, which she loved, and the previous cock’s, which had been pleasant, the thick seed was rather bitter and saltier than she was accustomed to. It wasn’t bad enough to make her not want to swallow some, but she hoped its flavor was the outlier rather than Aaron’s, then frowned at the realization she’d assumed more dicks would be offered to her, and that she’d accept them.

It seemed that her instinctual assumption was accurate, however, as there was a third cock waiting behind her when the stubby one withdrew. She gasped with surprise when she noticed that it belonged to a black man, or at least someone whose skin was much darker than her own. Their community was moderately diverse, at least for their part of the country, so Melissa didn’t have any particular racial aversion to overcome, but her limited experience made it seem exotic, and she wondered if it would be noticeably different. She felt conflicting impulses of relief and disappointment when she began pleasuring her third dick of the night and realized it tasted and felt basically the same as the others had.

Although she lost track of time, Melissa did not lose count of the cocks she serviced. Five more followed in steady succession, and each blasted her with another dose of cum. She sampled them all, finding them to be surprisingly wide in the nuances of flavor even while still tasting essentially the same. She compared each critically to Aaron’s, which she still considered the gold standard, and giggled to herself at the idea she was becoming some kind of cum snob, then laughed harder, worried she was going into shock.

Just before the eighth cock unloaded in her mouth, the clerk rapped on the door and said they were closing the booths soon and to wrap things up. Hearing the woman’s voice reminded Melissa of her anger at being put in such a position, although she knew the vast share of the blame for her predicament was her own, thanks to her uncontrollably slutty behavior lately. She felt despicable, filthy, and incredibly horny, and when the last dick of the night finally came in her mouth, Melissa shuddered with a powerful orgasm of her own. It helped that the most recent stranger’s dick and cum had been the most similar to Aaron’s of any of them.

Melissa savored the flavor as she eventually pulled up her pants and leaned against the wall, marshalling her strength and her wits, resenting that the booth had easy-to-clean tile floors that had resulted in sore knees. There was more knocking at the door and the clerk announced, “I need to come in!” She waited several seconds for a reply, but Melly held her silence, merely looking toward the door as it opened. The emo woman smirked at the sight that greeted her, and Melissa knew her face was smeared with cum in various stages of drying. “Looks like someone enjoyed themselves!” she teased.

Melissa shrugged noncommittally, but then her mood snapped and she lunged at the startled clerk, grabbing her by the shoulders. Before the stunned woman could put up a fight, Melly locked lips with her and forced her tongue into the girl’s mouth, followed by part of the load she’d still been swilling and savoring while she recovered. The woman’s muffled protests and attempts to escape gave Melissa a savage pleasure.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” screamed the clerk as she coughed and spluttered, backing away quickly and glaring at her customer.

“I wish I fucking knew!” Melissa screamed back, then screamed some more as she put her hands over her ears and ran toward the doors, tears carving a path through the cum on her face. She made it back to her car and sat, grasping the wheel and hyperventilating. Slowly mastering herself, she typed out a message to her lovers and sent it immediately, not realizing it was completely incoherent. Still panicking somewhat, she started her car and peeled out of the parking lot, fleeing toward home and driving recklessly fast.