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The Caller 04 - a girl's night out

Date: 5/13/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Masturbation, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Toys, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 85.9, Source: sexstories.com

pointing at the plastic cases in my arm. I nodded back, handing them over reluctantly. What would she be thinking about me? Does she compare sizes to women? Or maybe not, she didn't look like the kind of person who cares much about her job. "That'll be 47.68," she said. I nodded, taking out my purse. When I grabbed my credit card, I hesitated. Did I want this to show up on my account? Would anyone care? I went through my cash fold, already knowing that I didn't carry enough money to make that purchase. Sighing, I handed over the card. Who would get a look at my account anyway, right? "A..." I croaked as she completed the purchase. I cleared my throat, then tried again: "Ah, sorry, but I was wondering where the booths are?" She raised her eyebrows. "Over there on the back, around the corner," she replied, pointing. I nodded. "Ah, and... does one of them have, like, a hole?" I asked again. She smirked, suddenly sizing me up. "Mh, you're looking for a party, huh?" she asked. I just stared back at her, trying not to look too confused. "Booth 7 is the one you want," she said. "House rules say you need to have a film running at all times, but they make exceptions for women, especially when they're good." She handed me back my card and a plain, black plastic bag with my purchases in them. "Th-thank you," I said, almost dropping my purse as I tried to put everything back in my handbag. With trembling knees and beating heart I walked down to where she had pointed. There was a ... separate area of the store that was only dimly lit, with a few pink flourescent lights, lined on both sides with red doors that looked like they would lead to bathroom stalls. Each door had a small lamp above it, and a number. I figured the ones that were lit were occupied, so I headed for Nr. 7. It was locked and the lamp was on. I stood there, waiting, suddenly feeling like I was on display. There were moans coming from behind the closed doors, all from erotic movies, I assumed, when a man came into the booth section as well, standing a little ways from me, waiting as well. While I was still wondering why he wouldn't just go to any other empty booth and what was so special about this one, another guy showed up, waiting behind the first one. I grew mighty uncomfortable, but didn't dare to speak to Missy, afraid they'd notice. Suddenly, the booth next to Nr. 7 opened and an older man came out, still zipping his pants. I stumbled back, trying not to touch him as he passed, when Nr. 7 opened up as well and I looked into the eyes of a young guy, maybe in his 20s, with faintly asian features. He quickly looked away and hurried down the line of people and I went inside and shut the door behind me. Catching my breath, I leaned against the door from the inside for a moment. "I'm in the booth," I whispered into my earpiece. The smell of the place was very distinct and took my breath away. It was sharp, slightly sour, tart, with a hint of disinfectant and cleaning perfume. In the dim light I ...