The Homely Girl at the Jerkoff Parlor II

    In a prior post, I described a visit to a porn shop where I masturbated in the company of a nude, trash talking girl. For context, it may be helpful if you read that submission, “The Homely Girl in the Jerkoff Parlor”.     To briefly recap, I stumbled upon a porn shop which employed women who, for a $10 fee, would pose nude for masturbating customers. The session was conducted in a booth that had two entrances, one for the customer and one for the model. A glass partition separated the two sides.     In my first visit to the shop, I had a session with a  woman who, while attractive, was silent and subdued. By chance, my second session was with a not so pretty woman who more than made up for her looks deficit by being a world-class dirty talker. The woman called herself, “Susie”. I looked for her in all subsequent visits.     My next several encounters with Susie followed a pattern. She had learned I had slight interest in her breasts or her rear. I am a slave to pussy. Once inside our booth, she would step out of her panties, not bothering to take off her bra or half slip. The dirty talk would then flow. I think she discovered that offering explicit direction to the customer was the way to a quick session.     With my hardening dick in hand, she would tell me to jerk off using a variety of expressions, such as “go on, beat off”, “jerk yourself off”, “stroke that dick”, and a few others besides. And, sure enough, I would rub one out a lot quicker in her presence then I would at home with my Penthouse magazine.     After a couple of visits, I revealed my interest in giving oral, by telling her that I would like to eat her pussy. She then incorporated my lech into her act by graphically displaying her pussy and offering dialogue along the lines of, “you would like to have your tongue in this wet cunt, wouldn’t you”? Explicit talk about eating pussy got me off in no time.     In all these initial visits to the porn shop, over the course of several months, I always arrived at night. There was activity in the street and other customers in the shop.     For whatever reason, there came a Sunday morning when I was seized with the urge to visit the porn shop. I realized that Susie might not be there. But the horns were out, and I wanted the company of a woman while I masturbated.     As I got to the downtown area, there was very little traffic – in cars or people. It was a different scene in the porn shop as well. The guy near the front door, who served as the cashier, was not present. Instead, there was a girl at that post. The only other person in the place was my new girlfriend, Susie.     She greeted me with a smile and we headed to our now familiar booth. She cracked a joke, “why aren’t you in church?” I countered, “I worship pussy”. She laughed and said, “put your $10 in the slot and I’ll give you something to worship.”     When we got in the booth she introduced an entirely new topic. One that I did not know was on the menu. She said to me, “we can do something different today.” When I asked her what that would be she said that, for an additional $10, she would join me on my side of the booth. There were no specifics offered but I was game to see where this was going. As she left her side she glanced towards the entrance of the store, gave a little wave to the girl out front, and then she joined me on my side. After she collected the $10, she stepped out of her bikini bottoms and said, “get that dick out and get it hard for me.” As I pulled it out and started stroking, she touched her pussy with small circular movements.  This was a first.     After several minutes of mutual masturbation, our encounter escalated. She took her hand from her pussy and placed it under my nose. I inhaled the musky smell of  wet pussy. Then, without asking, she put a couple of fingers in my mouth. She said,” you like”?  When I nodded yes, she got close to my face and  said, “for $40 I’ll let you eat my pussy and I’ll give you a handjob.”     I hesitated, in part out of surprise at this development and in part because I was unsure if I had $40 given the earlier assessments. Taking my hesitation as reluctance to accept her offer, Susie stepped closer to me. She took my hand, placed it on her pussy and said, “you know you want to eat this pussy.” The touch of her pussy hair and the wet folds gave me an erotic jolt.     I said, “I do want to eat your pussy, but I don’t know if I have $40." She said,” well, how much have you got?” I opened my wallet and pulled out the $30 it contained. I then reached in my pants pocket and pulled out four loose one-dollar bills. I told her that was all I had. She said, “I’ll take this honey, but next time you’re going to have to bring more money”.     There was a narrow bench that ran the length of the booth. It was wide enough for a person to sit down or to accommodate a piece of clothing. Susie moved to the bench. She sat down, pressed her hips forward, and spread her legs, giving me a wide open view of her pink pussy. I stood still for a few seconds to take in this arousing sight. In response, she said, “well come on, you want to eat this pussy or not?”     I knelt down in front of her and brought my face to her hairy, wet opening. She had a strong female scent. Soon after I began licking, she said in a quiet voice, “move the hair out of the way”. With my fingers, I moved to the side the pussy hair that was covering her clit. I swirled my tongue around her clit hoping it would please her. She said, “suck that clit”. Taking that as encouragement, I increased the pace of my tongue. She gave a tug to my hair and said, “I said suck it, motherfucker.” I only then understood that she wanted me to suck, not lick, her clit. She said, “here” and spread her lips to give me easier access to her clit. Thus reprimanded I sucked her clit. She gave me a “hmmm” and then a little later, “that’s it, keep sucking”. .     After a few minutes, perhaps 4 or 5, my pussy lust was sated. I lifted my head and took in the near view of her pussy, still spread open with her hands. With a hint of disappointment in her voice she said, “are you done baby?” I told her I was feeling cramped in that position and I stood up.     She stood up, placed her arm around my waist, and took hold of my dick with her free hand. She told me I could feel her tits, which I began to do. It was exciting to have a slutty girl handle me. She talked to me as she beat me off.  Mostly, she urged me to come.  For her, at this stage, it was all work.  She said, “shoot your juice”,” give me that cum”, and similar words of lustful encouragement.  In a couple of minutes, I was dripping pre-cum. For some reason I was slow to cum. It pissed her off, and she said to me, “if you don’t hurry up and cum I’m going to leave you standing here with your dick sticking straight out”. Afraid she would do just that, I concentrated on the pressure of her hand. Soon, I felt the first sensation of orgasm and I announced it to her to encourage her to finish me. She sped up her stroke, and I was soon spilling sperm on the floor.       She let go of my dick and tore off some tissue from a role attached to the wall. Some of my sperm had dribbled onto her fingers. With a tissue she wiped it off and placed it in a small wastebasket in the corner. With a kleenex I had in my pocket, I captured the remaining cum from my dick and I dropped that in the same wastebasket. I zipped up and she pulled up her bikini bottoms as I got a last glance at her dark-haired pussy.  As I  stepped out she said, “bye hun”. I walked along the narrow corridor leading to the front door. I passed a newly arrived customer looking at porn mags, and the girl at the front. I was worried they might see the wet on my face. The smell of pussy remained for several hours. I made a point to leave it on, unwashed.     About a month later I returned to the porn shop – on a Sunday with cash in my wallet. Susie was not there. Worse, when I asked about her, I was told she did not work there anymore.     There was a single girl working. She was overweight and not really into it. Once in the booth, she tried to satisfy me by displaying her breasts and sucking on them. After my request, she reluctantly displayed her pussy. It was a very tame session compared to the last round.     Susie was no more. She does, however, live on in my masturbation fantasies.