I know he smelled it, I could see his cock hard inside his work pants.I know he smelled it, I could see his cock hard inside his work pants. I went to the adult book and movie store first. Might as well get the worst part over first, I figured. In a way it wasn't quite as bad as I had thought it might be. It was Monday morning afterall, and the store wasn't exactly running over with people. Master had told me to get a movie which he said was actually made mostly for homosexual men, but that I would enjoyl. He said it was mostly men showing off their dicks and that there wasn't any homsexual activity in it per se. He also had me get a tape that showed women making it with each other and a tape about a blonde that loves black cocks. I'm not blonde, but Karen is. Thats the only part of the tape that doesn't fit me, at least some of the time. When Master has me really wound up there isn't a dick in the world that I don't love. The magazines were along the same theme, and the one with all men in it really did get me going. I thumbed through it, looking at the huge dicks they guys were displaying with understandable pride and found my cunt leaking more and more juice. I had just reached down between them to wipe at a stream of cunt juice that was going down my thigh when I noticed the man at the counter watching me with a big smile. I gathered up the magazines and movies and laid them on the counter. "We use some girls around here on Friday nights, lady", the dark haired man said. "Pays pretty good for the amount of real work you have to do. The guys pay $50 for a hand job and most of the girls make over $500 just doing them. Of course a fox like you could easily make a thousand or more if you like cocks as much as you seem to. Blow jobs get you 75 and for a fuck you get a hundred." I took my change and hurried out of the store without making a reply. It had turned me on to be thought of as a whore by the man at the counter, but at the same time it had been terribly embarrassing. I knew it wasn't only my interest in the magazines that had made him think of me in that way, but that it was also the clothes I was wearing and what he had seen me doing. When I sat back down on the leather seats the juice that had accumulated as the man had talked to me of hand jobs, blow jobs and fucking all ran out and puddled up under my ass. |