I look sadly at her, “There are days where I wish someone would. I carry a lot of guilt.”
I turn away from looking at her. I’m trembling with my admission. The door opens with our ice cream. I take mine and sit back. I do love my butterscotch.
Juanita tastes her, “Mmmmm, it’s OK. However, chocolate is a girl’s best friend, though. Yes, diamonds are nice as well.”
We are on our way again.
Juanita continues between licks, “Not many men would have taken Vickie back. Not many men have a family that loves you unconditionally and without limits. That’s something you earn and cultivate over the years. You may not be superman, but you sure do seem like him at times.”
I laugh at her, “Wait until you see my body; I’m not so bulletproof like he is.”
Juanita sighs, “I guess that’s how it is in the armed forces, huh? You train with men, risk your lives, and then risk them again to save your friends when all logic says you shouldn’t.”
I somberly reply, “We went through a lot of shit during training. Then the shit gets much deeper on duty. You can’t let your friends down. You can’t.” I giggle, “There’s a lot that never made it to the reports. They don’t like us risking our lives to save another. They say that often that means that both die.
“We were close. We didn’t give a fuck about what some report says. If one of us went down, we moved heaven and earth to bring them back.”
Juanita’s looking out the window, “You’re taking me to an adult bookstore?”
We stop, park the limo across the front of the building, and get out. I see a few cars, but none that look familiar. We go inside, and Juanita is glued to my hip with her arm around me.
A young, cute-looking girl with no breasts, probably a college girl is behind the front counter. The older woman next to her looks worn out. She is overweight with huge breasts; she smells like smoke, which is a huge turn-off for me. There’s also a tall, think, and lanky guy with a small mustache and zero strength in his arms further down and near a door to the back room.
He looks pissed at me immediately. The guy is full of tattoos, all skulls, and crossbones. He is freaky.
There is a middle-aged couple there. She has a collar and a leash on. Otherwise, they look like a couple I would see at dinner. She is sexy and elegant. The other guy has two college-age girls. He looks like an alpha male jock from some college. He has muscles but acts immaturely. To round out the customers, there are two older and sleazy-looking guys.
I take Juanita over to the three washroom doors. They were marked that way. Male on left and right, with females in the middle. There are four guys on the left, a larger room with up to eight women, and then four guys on the right. Classic glory hole setup. There are nice holes in the wall with thin rubber grommets to protect the holes rather than duct tape. The grommets can come out to be cleaned, the tape that most have, gets gross. The women have baby wipes to clean the rubber grommets after each use.
This is an amazingly clean and healthy environment. My instructions were clear, use the first stall, then the second, then the third, and I am done. I then wait for Juanita.
I go to the first hole, and immediately a mouth attacks my cock. They have music playing; I can’t hear what the woman said nor make out who it was. I just know that she is savoring her treat. She isn’t rushing this; she is taking her time and loving it. She uses a lot of tongue and teases me with her tongue.
Well past ten minutes of slurping, she turns on the suction pump. Never have I experienced suction like that. I had goosebumps on my arms and lightning bolts zinging through my body.
This is truly amazing. I knock hard twice on the wall only to get more suction.
I can’t hold back. I then scare the crap out of myself; I shoot ten good ropes of cum at high velocity into this remarkable woman. Where the hell did that come from?
TEN ropes? I hear crackling behind the door. I have had enough blowjobs that I know my four anywhere. That may have been Juanita. I move to the second stall.
I say stall because it’s like a washroom; there are walls on the side preventing another guy from looking. I could see where that would be creepy; I like this. This time, it’s a few seconds before Vickie takes me into her mouth. Her style is unique; I could easily spot her from 1000 blow jobs. It isn’t long before I knock twice, then soon after, I shoot eight ropes of cum into her body.
She certainly wasn’t ready for that. I NEVER cum that much.
It’s funny; I hear a lot of laughing behind the wall. I am amazed that Vickie is here.
One of the gross old men is in the third stall. HOLY SHIT!
That might be one of my women. I am freaking out. I walk back and forth, making the man nervous. I am sick to my stomach knowing THAT guy got a blow job from one of my women.
Reluctantly, I push through the hole in the wall. Immediately, my cock is grabbed. I hear muffled talking. Slowly, my cock is drawn into her mouth. She is tentative in her actions. This is a woman without much experience. Why is she doing this? I am positive this is Juanita. I don’t see why she wants to be used and shown off. No way her husband did that to her. It dawns on me, that’s why. He never let her do these things. This is on her fantasy list. She wants to try these things.
I can understand that.
She wants to experience either new things or things she did before she married. I feel better now. She’s in a good rhythm. She’s bobbing her mouth, swirling her tongue, using light suction, and has her hands stroking my cock.
She can’t get deep throat me, but she tries. Each try fails with a gag reflex. I appreciate her trying. I don’t hear any coaching anymore. Juanita is doing just fine. Her speed and suction have increased. She may not have the skills Vickie does, but she does match her energy. I last seven minutes before knocking twice, followed by shooting ten ropes of cum into the anonymous mouth. The poor girl is overwhelmed by the cum and gags. A second mouth assists immediately after the first must pull off me. That is Vickie, meaning this was definitely Juanita. Who was first? Who got the old man?
I did my three, and I go out into the store. I am watching the door. I ask the cute for some items we need, tell her I used three holes, and the younger woman goes to fetch the items. No way I let any man into that center section. Twenty minutes later and Juanita comes out of the center room with a dreamy look on her face. She is ready to go, but I won’t.
Juanita tells me, “We can go now.”
I smile at her, “I know that at least Vickie is in there. I’m not leaving her unprotected. We will wait for her.”
She’s frustrated with me, “There are two of your men in the back room and a third security woman is in the room with her and her mother. Their waiting for you to leave. Let’s go.”
In the car, I ask our driver, “Was it you?”
He smiles at me, “Sorry. My script said to add a pill to your ice cream. I don’t know what it did, but they said if you ask, it only lasts thirty minutes.”