Glory Hole Girlfriend

My boyfriend likes to take me to the local adult bookstore, into the
back where the video arcade is. There's always a lot of men there,
strangers that we don't know, and I feel funny when they look at me.
They wonder why a pretty young woman would be back there.

It smells too. A rich sweaty scent that makes my pert little nose
itch. I can almost taste it when I lick my soft pouting lips, the
pungent odor of sperm and ripe semen still wet on the floor. Those
little video booths are full of it, I know. The floor covered with
stains that my brown eyes can't discern in the dark, but I can feel it
sticky under my high heels.

My boyfriend doesn't stay with me, but he's always near; watching the
men who are watching me. I pretend to look at the pictures near each
door, the covers of pornographic videos, like I'm shopping for some
movie in particular. I'm not, they're all the same. All I'm doing is
giving those men a good look at me in my tight halter top and short
pleated skirt, white and bright in the shadows. I'm posing for those
strangers, and pretending I'm not.

I like the way they want me, some of them. Others are just fags and
they take one look at my cute feminine face and soft tanned skin, my
smooth legs and tiny breasts, and they think they know what I am.

They don't know anything because I have a little secret. A hard little
secret while I catch an older man's eyes and look down quickly, being
the shy little girl my boyfriend wants me to be. He made me this way,
changing me from the boy I used to be into someone else. A sexy little
girl for him to fuck and best of all, to watch other men fuck.

I pick a booth, knowing that the men are impatient. The door is open
behind me. I leave it like that so my boyfriend can see me and watch
what I'm doing. Other men will watch me too, a small group crowding
the open doorway later, but for now it's just my boyfriend.

I drop some tokens into the video machine and the glory hole is a
large one, a hole in the partition between my booth and the next. It
doesn't take very long before the man in the next booth is showing me
his cock. He's dropped his pants and underwear, and his penis dangles
thick and heavy in the flickering light. It's still soft and behind
and beneath are the stranger's balls, loose in his hairy scrotum, and
I want him.