Message-ID: <44126asstr$1062065402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030828031436.11491.qmail@web21010.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Sachs MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 20:14:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Adult Video MF inter Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar Please delete my last name before posting. This story was inspired by a true incident. The names and identifying details have been changed. It is intended for the private pleasure of the audience. Any further distribution of the descriptions and accounts of this story without the express permission of the commissioner is probibited. No animals were harmed in writing this story. Constructive feedback is welcome, but flames are not. Enjoy. Don ******************************* Adult Video occupies a strategic corner between busy highways in a Eastern suburb. It has been there for years, as shopping centers and housing developments go up around it. Probably there is greater value in the property than in the business itself. The sign in front used to limit entrance to those over 21, but recently the limit was reduced to 19, perhaps in the realization that nobody would be drinking. The interior is organized into two parts, a front for housing merchandise and the back for displaying videos. The front houses adult video tapes and DVD's depicting a wide range of sexual behaviors, costing between $10 and $30. They cover straight as well as gay sex, in addition to depictions of bondage and sadomasochism. The store also has magazines and sexual aids, including dildoes, restraining devises, and artificial penises, pussies, and butts. There is even a swing which enables couples to engage in intercourse while hanging in mid air. The store is clean and well lighted, like a Wal Mart for sex. The back is darker. It includes numerous private booths, each of which houses a video monitor. For $1, one can observe about five minutes of random copulations. There is some directory of what films are on what channel, but since the films often start in the middle, the sound is horrible and often drowned out by the radio, and there is a distracting display of random stuff on other channels, it is often impossible to determine who is doing what to whom. Nevertheless, on a recent Friday evening the store is busy, and over half the booths have red lights indicating they are occupied by people stuffing in their dollars. Men stood next a display in front of the booths, trying to decide which videos would get their dollars. Some eyed patrons who were eying the gay videos, perhaps in hope of making a quick score. However the majority of patrons appeared straight. The patrons appeared unaware that a video store a few miles away in a nearby town offered the full range of videos for rent at $3.75, for viewing in the privacy of one's own home. In addition to Hollywood and children's fare, it offered a large display of gay and straight porn, of about the same quality as that offered by Adult Video. Patrons in front consisted of a number of single men, but they also included a pair of overweight middle aged lesbians looking for some inspiration and a young straight couple, probably looking for some fun. The manager was a tall woman aged about 30, with long black hair. She had a black bra under a see through black blouse cut to expose her navel. When she leaned over, it was apparent that she did not have panties under her plead mini-skirt. In spite of her sexy clothes, her attitude was business like and professional. She served the customers, selling videos and making change for those who wanted to use the booths. Her name tag read, "Ellen." It was easy to imagine that she was once an erotic dancer, or maybe even an ex hooker, who wanted to sell someone else's body instead of her own. She may have taken the job because it paid health benefits and retirement. Several times she got on a public address system urging men to select a booth, probably because that was how the store made money. The other employees were a young couple and a tall black man. They assisted customers looking for certain products, worked the cash register, and conducted inventory. The young woman wore jeans and a white tee shirt advertising a local garage band. The man also had jeans, but his shirt advertised a local professional sports team. It was easy to imagine that they were college students who took the job as a lark and because hours were flexible enough to enable them to manage their classes. The black man wore a long sleeve white shirt. He had pins stuck through his eyebrow and above his right ear. His name tag read "Ben." If the manager had been a hooker, he might have been her pimp. However, she seemed in charge of everything in the store, including him. That reduced the probability that she was a hooker, although she could have been a dominatrix. The greater likelihood is that Ellen just had a strong desire for sex. She could have encouraged her employees, especially Ben, to satisfy her. She probably believed that African Americans are more potent than whites. She did not want sex with any of the customers, because that might indicate that she really was a hooker. Also, she trusted Ben to satisfy her properly and not have any disease. Given the type of establishment Adult Video was, using employees for sex may not be considered harassment. At the end of her shift, Ellen would tap Ben on the shoulder and indicate that she wanted to see him in her office. The office was small, but neat, with a desk, some files, and a couch. Once inside, she closed the door and threw her arms around him. She pulled him tightly against her pelvis. Ben reached under her miniskirt to stroke her naked ass. "Ben, make me feel good. Give me a load of pleasure," she said. She dropped her skirt and sat on the couch, with her legs open wide. Ben knew what to do. He knelt in front of her as if to worship her hairy cunt. He bent over to kiss it, stroking it softly. He was amazed that she was already wet from anticipation. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Wonderful. Use your tongue to give me a good licking." Ben began kissing and sucking her clitoris. Each lick elicited a moan from deep within her body. She unbuttoned her blouse and placed a hand inside her bra. She softly massaged her tits, while he continued to lick her clit. "Let me help you with that." he said. He quickly unhooked her bra. "Don't ignore my pussy." she urged. Ben resumed his attentions to her clit, and inserted several fingers into her moist box. He placed his hands beneath her rump to pull her closer. Her breathing came hard as her excitement rose. She moaned loudly. "Make me cum. Make me cum." she urged. Ben worked even harder. He knew that if she came, he would be rewarded later. "Yes! It feels so good!" she exclaimed, as the first orgasm roared over her body. Ben stood up. "Don't leave me now. That was just my first." she complained. "Don't worry." He grabbed a vibrator from the desk, turned it on, and placed it against her labia. He then climbed up so his fly was facing her head. "Have yourself some dark meat." He urged. She opened his jeans, pulled down his shorts and grabbed his prick. "I love dark meat." she cooed. She wanted to lick him as he had done to her. His prick quickly hardened in her mouth. But the vibrator in her pussy was getting her aroused again. Soon, she was too excited to devote herself to him. He pulled away and removed the vibrator. "Where are you going?" she wondered. "To do you properly. Turn around." He pulled off his remaining clothes. She realized what he wanted. She climbed onto the couch, facing away from him. He readily aimed his prick into her eager pussy, and slammed all the way. "Yes. Fuck me. Stuff me with your dark pole. Make me cum again." she demanded. Ben thrust into her repeatedly. He ran the vibrator around her ass. He pulled roughly at the tits. He slapped her, although not too hard. His every move increased her excitement. "I'm cumming! I'm dyeing!" she exclaimed, between moans. Her body convulsed with a stronger orgasm than before. However, Ben was not finished. He kept moving into her pussy, sending shocks of pleasure throughout her body. He knew he could not stand much more. The pressure kept building in his prick, making it expand further. He thrust rapidly, with several hard bursts. Then his prick exploded, sending mounds of semen into her pussy. Each trust sent another jolt of pleasure. Even when he thought he was empty, he squeezed out several additional bursts of pleasure from his deflating prick. When Ellen felt his cum hit the inner recesses of her box, that initiated another furious orgasm, which shook her entire body. She screamed as the vibrations coursed through. When he was finished, he withdrew and sat next to her on the couch. They were covered with persperation. They each felt thoroughly satisfied. "That was wonderful, as usual," she said, snuggleing next to him. "Yes. Those videos have nothing on us," Ben said, as he gently cupped her left breast. "I know, but that's our secret. Otherwise it would be bad for business." __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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