A DVD for Gwen

“Why? Why me?”

“You have the guts to do it,” sniggered Alice. “Besides you're the only single girl here.”

“I am the only single in the group and there is no need to tell the bloody world about it.”

“Maybe you’ll find a guy in there, after so long surely you wouldn’t mind what he looks like,” laughed Ann.



Why shouldn’t I go in, it’s a porn shop like so many others in back alleys across the nation? There’s a female in there now. However she does reinforce the fact that in a cream suit that's right for the office, I don’t look dressed to go browsing in this place. I ought to have her red and green wild hair, tattoos and a tight denim garment that breaks every trade’s description on the statue books if it was ever described as a skirt; above the waistband the string to a thong gripped her waist forming, with the little material there was, a whale-tail in red; below the hem each time she bent forward glowed the fabric that was meant to hide her pussy, only she had underestimated how much pussy it had to cover.

Damn! There was even an electronic announcer as I pushed through the door. I looked out through the window; the girls waved and urged me to do their bidding.

The girl behind a tiny desk smiled and waved, I gave smallest smile I was capable of and she disappeared through a door behind her. Immediately her place was taken by a guy. Tall, muscled, dark, with designer stubble, he looked to me like I imagine a pimp would look. He grinned.

“Need help lady?” His words seemed to be borne on thick maple syrup, my body trembled and my thighs pressed together like they were Siamese twins.
Crossing to him I almost whispered, “Yeah, the girls want a DVD...” I waved my hand in the direction of my so-called friends outside “...of men’s... equipment?”

The guy looked out the window then gave me a quizzical look. My face instantly glowed bright pink as I followed his eyes to the window. There wasn’t a soul outside the shop.

“Cows!” I muttered under my breath.

The hunk laughed lightly. “I think I know what y..., ah, the ‘girls’ are looking for. Rent or buy?”

“Oh buy, they want to... well never mind what they want to do,” I giggled at the thought of our prim, fifty year old secretary Gwen watching porn at her hen party. As far as we knew she was still virginal.

Mr Hunk led me to a display of DVD’s and picked out a couple to check out.

“Of course,” he began, “there are gay guys on guys if the girls want all guys.” I didn’t like that he kept emphasising the word ’girls’ as if I had lied about them being outside. I looked again but the bitches were not to be seen.

The thought of images of a huge cock violating a man’s ass would, I thought, be a little too much for Gwen, it could traumatize her.

Seeing my hesitation to take any of the DVD’s he took hold of my shoulders and steered me towards a curtained doorway, when I resisted he explained, “We have a small viewing room, try one or two of the DVD’s before deciding what the cows,” he chuckled, “would want you to purchase.”

“No, I don’t think...” I began as he ushered me through into a dark room where projected onto a wall were almost life-sized images of a dishy guy with his monster cock poised at a naked girl’s pussy. As the guy’s tool opened up the girl’s tunnel I swear I could feel it between my lips too, it stopped me in my tracks.

“It really is okay, I am here with you, and nobody will jump out of the shadows at you.” The guy said this I guess to reassure me but with his crotch pressing in the small of my back as I came to a halt in the doorway, I wondered just what the bigger threat was.

Moving into the nearest row, as in the cinema, I put out my hand to find the seat squab to fold it down. My yell was instantaneous and beyond my control as my hand found the hot, hard flesh of a guy already in the seat and stroking his cock. He neither moved nor said anything.

My guide took my hand and found a seat. He sat beside me still holding my small hand in his large one. My eyes were on the screen watching the lucky porn star being serviced by a cock the like of which I had never seen; it was so long, so fat, so damned in your face on that big screen.

So entranced was I that it was a moment or two before I realised that the guy holding my hand had changed hands and that now his arm was around my shoulders and the hand at the end of that arm was dangerously near my boob.

Stupidly, I feared that he may have dirty hands and soil my cream jacket if he should want to grasp my boob. What a Freudian slip... was it that I wanted him to grab my boob? Oh yes! My nipples were hard, that was for sure; my panties do not tighten and become moist without my nipples coming out in sympathy. Boy was it hot and getting hotter under my tight cream skirt.

I turned and looked at the guy, he smiled without looking at me; confident bastard! His fingers felt fat and hot as I raised my hand to grasp his. I could claim it was to prevent his hand from realising its intent but in all honesty I wanted it to take hold of my boob which was now burning to be man-handled.

Wriggling in my seat I wondered how much longer I could keep from raising my butt, lifting my skirt and attending to an over-heating pussy.

My companion was one move ahead. “I have the same video where we can watch it in total privacy.” He pulled the hand he had yet to relinquish since we sat down. I followed blindly in the dark, out of the viewing area into a small sparsely furnished room lit with some kind of weird lighting that turned the room green. Within seconds and without me ever seeing what he did a video lit up a large screen on the wall.

Opposite was a hard leather couch onto with he pulled me, throwing an arm around my shoulders, and this time with no hesitation grabbed my boob.

Fearful of getting my cream jacket soiled I threw off his arm and, looking into his blue eyes, unfastened the top button. I looked at him intently then looked down at the other two buttons. His fingers were there in an instant and had my jacket peeling from my shoulders before I hardly blinked.

Those blue eyes widened when he saw that this girl wore no blouse or bra under her jacket. His hand was instantly on my breast but made way for his mouth which clamped onto a defenceless nipple, lapping it with his tongue and sucking it with his hot lips.

The action continued on the screen, that gorgeous cock doing all manner of wonderful things to the glamorous porn star. My agenda had changed, Gwen’s DVD would have to wait, I had much more urgent things to do; but true to my task I was about to investigate a man’s cock, on her behalf, naturally.

The guy slipped to his knees and tried to push my knees apart but the damned tight skirt held them pressed virginally together. With effortless ease he lifted me to my feet, expertly found the zipper and in seconds I was standing in front of the god-like hunk naked but for tiny peach-coloured panties and 4” heels.

Once again on his knees the guy pressed his face to my crotch, almost involuntarily my feet sidestepped to widen the distance between my thighs. His nose pressed hard to my pussy, grazing as it did my super-sensitive clitoris.

My body looked weird in the green light but then I wasn’t interested what I looked liked, more in what I was feeling and what I hoped I was soon to feel.

The guy, I made a mental note to ask his name at some stage, drew in a deep breath, something I find most men do, they seem to adore the scent of a hot pussy, but I still find it slightly embarrassing. I always deodorise my panties as I put them on but I know that when I am aroused my juices have a strong aroma.

He looks up briefly and winks approval then sticks out his long tongue and proceeds to lick my pussy through the lacy peach nylon of my panties. Soon his saliva saturates the fabric, opening an easier path for my juices to his tongue. The heat from his lingual organ adds to that of the blood that pumps to my labia. I want his hot, wet tongue to lap and investigate my pussy so reach down to pull aside my underwear.

My hand receives a gentle slap as my new lover continues to lap at the material.

My feet are now so far apart that I can stand upright only with difficulty, it is the strong hands on my ass that keep me from falling over. But I want to be on my back with this guy between my thighs, or better still, with him on his back and me riding what I hope is a monster cock. So far I have had no opportunity to even feel the front of his pants to see what lurks there. But I am more than happy to enjoy the effect that his nose and tongue are having on my delighted pussy; it would be better though if this hunk would remove my panties.

Finally I have to bring things to a head or my chances of actually giving head look remote. I totter back on my heels, one of which twists and I fall backwards onto the hard leather couch. This doesn’t disturb my porn shop lover he merely nudges my legs wide apart and continues his wonderful attack on my covered pussy.

Lifting my ass from the couch and hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my undies I push it down my hips until the crotch was now pressing determinedly at his mouth. I am determined to remove my undies so my hands keep pushing. Finally the guy admits defeat and helps me off with the garment; quite where they went didn’t interest me.

Oh my god! Now with no barrier of lacy panties between his slavering mouth and my equally slavering pussy, the sensations that his tongue is transmitting to the whole of my vulva are amazing. And when finally I have this guy’s flesh, in the form of his tongue, penetrating the folds of my pussy, I am in heaven.

My fingers grasp either side of my labia and hold them apart to bare my clitoris and to open up my love canal to the length and strength of his lingual organ.

Sensation after sensation of pure, unadulterated lust sweep over and through my body and I gorge on them as would a chocoholic deprived of her cocoa beans for a year then presented with a box of the finest bon-bons.

The outpouring of my verbal response to an earth shattering orgasm comes in the form of a screamed demand to FUCK ME! No longer had I the need to hold and caress the organ in this guy’s pants. No longer did my desire to suck that organ into my mouth take precedence.

My only need now was to feel his cock dilating the wet, tight, sensitive way to my womb; to feel the heat of his thick, hard flesh adding to my heat; feeling his body on mine, and the strength of his thrusts as with just one common aim we share the task of achieving the glorious climax of our union.

This man, this stranger was no beginner in the art of sexual intercourse, his every move, his every touch and his every word was well practised. My actions and words were spontaneous.

As my lover drove his cock into me, as yet another wave of sheer bodily pleasure swept over and through me, my hunk paused and listened. I heard nothing but the sounds of my own cries of joy.

Then he withdrew, almost savagely, leaving coolness where there had been heat, emptiness where there had been girth and length. I snapped together my thighs in a belated and vain attempt to keep him there.

Then I heard it, the sound of shrill female voices, urgent, demanding, and insistent. As my head cleared the babble of voices took on a meaning. I recognised those voices. Oh my god, they were the voices of my girlfriends.

Desperately I tried to find my clothing and dress; my panties were nowhere to be seen; not that it mattered, they had been so wet that wearing them now would have made me smell like... I dared not even think of it.

Thankfully there was a box of tissues and I used a wad of them to wipe away my juices that had been spread over my pussy, belly and thighs. There was no mirror in which to check my makeup or hair, thus I had no idea what I looked like although I had a pretty good idea. My face always glows a bright red with lust and pleasure when I have great sex.

As I near the shop area I can hear Alice’s shrill voice using expletives demanding to know what has happened to me. My hunk is trying to explain in his honeyed voice that I am purchasing a DVD. Alice doesn’t believe him and I have to return to the shop to prevent a nasty scene.

Alice’s face is a picture when she sees my dishevelled state, she rushes to my side and draws a breath to ask what has happened, but sniffs then whispers to me, “you dirty cow, you’ve been fucking!” I knew the scent of my secretions would give me away. Her hands mother me by turning my skirt to the proper fit and buttoned my jacket properly. “Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” She asks.

“You damn well interrupted him!” I retort with a grin.

“You are so bad, Callie...” she thought for a second, “Why the hell did I get married! She laughed and hugged me. “God girl, you reek of sex.” My friend wrinkled her nose.

 “I suppose it’s too much to ask if you got the DVD?”