I finally managed to get a Friday off, and it was time to keep a promise to myself. There was a ABS in a town a few miles over that I needed to visit.

After my shower and total body shave, I applied my favorite lotion from Bath and Body Works. I did my makeup with dark brown eye shadow, strawberry lip gloss and my nails in a bright girly pink. I had a long black hair piece that fit me perfectly. I put on some sexy satin panties, and a lightly flowered tight short skirt and finally put on my favorite thigh high pink stockings with a little bow on the tops and my heels that made me feel SO girly.

Being pretty pleased with the result when I finished. I was feeling deliciously sexy. When I checked out my appearance in front of my full-length mirror, I was thrilled at the result and thought “I hope I make a lot of hardons!” Grabbing my purse, I hurried to the car, forcing myself into action before I could change my mind. The drive to the porn shop took almost a half hour, and by the time I got there, my emotions were a jumble of fear and excitement. I was happy to see that there were a few cars in the parking lot; I certainly didn’t want to draw a lot of attention or be the only customer in the store, so it was comforting to see a few cars there. Gathering my courage, I checked my makeup one last time in the vanity mirror, took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I smoothed my skirt, took a deep breath confidently walked across the parking lot to the booth store.

It was pretty dark inside, so it took my eyes a few seconds to adjust as I looked around the room. There were two clerks behind the counter, who were already smiling at me. At the far end of the store, two young guys who looked like college students were looking at a wall full of DVD’s. A tall, well-built black man was standing near a rack of magazines, and another, older guy was near him, also looking at the magazines. The door had a chime that sounded when it was opened, so my entry had been “announced” enough that everyone in the place had turned to look at the door. I could feel eye staring at me, looking me up and down. I had an urge to turn and go back to my car, but I thought to myself this is exactly what I wanted. As I walked past each guy saw their eyes were growing wide and that smiles were forming on all their faces.

I walked over to the one part of the store where there were no customers: a display of adult toys. I looked over the supply until the two college kids moved away from the DVD’s. I moved over to that display and started looking over the selection. As I did, one of the clerks approached me and asked, “Looking for anything special?” Luckily, I had prepared for this situation, and I gave him the response I had practiced: “Well, my boyfriend asked me to pick out a good movie.” “What do you mean by ‘good’?” he asked with a grin. “Well,” I gulped, “knowing him, he wants one where the women have big breasts.”

“But, what do you want?” he asked, grinning even more. I could feel my confidence started to melt. I stammered out, “I’d rather watch guys with big cocks.” “Well, you just described most of our stock…lady,” he laughed. “Big tits and big cocks are pretty much standard. Can you narrow it down a little?” I hadn’t anticipated this response, so I was forced to improvise. “I..I guess mostly I’d like it if the women spent a lot of time sucking those big cocks.” He grinned, nodded and pulled several packages from the rack. “You might want to try one of these,” he said handing them to me. “Th-th-thanks,” I stammered again. “I’ll think about it.” “Great,” he nodded. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the college kids coming back in my direction. Still shaking from my interaction with the clerk, I decided I wasn’t ready to be trapped by them, so I hurriedly put all but one of the DVDs back on the rack and moved back to the adult toy section. Still trying to calm my nerves, I started examining some of the dildos. As I did, I bent over several times to look at ones on low shelves, knowing that I was giving a show to all of the men behind me. Even without looking, I knew that every guy in the room was watching me, and the thought that they were all seeing my tight panties was a thrill. I reached for a large black dildo when someone bumped into me. I hadn’t seen anyone approaching, so the surprising contact made me lose my balance, due to the bumping and being in heels. As I started to stumble, a pair of strong hands grabbed my arm, steadying me. I turned to see the black man who had been at the magazine rack. “Sorry,” he smiled, “I didn’t mean to bump into you like that.” “It, it’s OK,”. “Thanks for catching me.” “It’s the least I could do.” He smiled again and nodded towards the items in my hands.

“I like your taste,” he added. “My taste?” I asked. I glanced down and immediately saw what he meant: I was still holding the large, black dildo and the DVD, which I realized for the first time was titled “Big Black Cocks Meet Big Ass Sluts”. I started blushing once again, stammering, “the, the clerk recommended this.” “Sure,” he smiled. “I, I think you can let go of my arm now,” I suggested, trying to change the subject. He glanced down to where his had was still gripping my bicep, just above my purse. “Sure,” he said again. “Sorry.” He let go of me and smiled. “Enjoy your purchases,” he grinned as he moved away. I stayed by the toys, letting my nervousness and emotions calm down, noticing that while the college kids continued to stare at me, the black stud apparently had lost interest. As he walked out of the store, several more guys entered and started talking to the clerks at the counter. I decided I had been there long enough, and not wanting to venture into the crowd of men to checkout, I replaced the DVD and dildo. I started to leave the store, only to have one of the clerks grab my arm just as I stepped outside. “Where are you going?” he asked. “To, to my car, of course…Why?” “I’m afraid I need you to come back inside,” he said forcefully. “Why?” I repeated. “You know why,” he said sternly, literally dragging me back into the store. When we got to the counter, he said to the other clerk, “Here she is.”

The other guy nodded and said, “You know, we take shoplifting very seriously here.” For emphasis, he pointed at a sign on the wall threatening prosecution for all shoplifters. “Shoplifting?” I gasped. “I didn’t shoplift anything!” “How stupid do you think we are?” he shot back. “Here’s a tip: the next time you’re going to try to rip a store off, you might not want to wear an outfit that guarantees every guy in the place will be watching you.” “But I didn’t take anything!” I insisted. “No, you just had your boyfriend drop it in your purse when he ‘accidentally’ bumped into you.” “My boyfriend? I never saw that guy before I came in here!” “Yeah, right. It’s pure coincidence that he got here one minute before you and left a couple of minutes before you.” “I didn’t take anything and there’s nothing in my purse!”

“Care to prove it?” he asked. “Sure!” I nodded. “Look!” I opened my purse to show him it didn’t have any merchandise. To my shock the clerk reached in and pulled out two pairs of edible panties. “Nothing in your purse, huh?” he sneered. “Tom, let’s call the police.” “No, wait!” I pleaded. “I swear I didn’t know those were in there!” “Yeah, right, tell it to the cops.”

Now I was really starting to panic. If the police were called, they would demand to see my ID, I would get arrested and everyone would know my secret!  “Please,” I sobbed. “This is all a mistake! Please don’t call the police! Look, I’ll pay for the panties, OK?” “Not good enough,” the clerk shook his head. “Try to steal something and then if you’re caught just offer to pay for them and get off? I don’t think so.”

“Please,” I begged again. “There must be some way I can convince you I didn’t mean to do this!”

He looked around the room, then smirked. “You know,” he said, “we don’t get a lot of your kind in here, and, we sure don’t get many women in here dressed like that.”

I felt my face getting hot, but his tone suggested he might actually be feeling some pity for me. “I swear I wasn’t trying to steal anything,” I pleaded my case. “So, why are you here dressed the way you are?” he asked. I shrugged and he grinned wickedly. “It seems to me that there’s only one reason a woman would show up here dressed like that,” he said. He paused before continuing, “You must be looking to get laid.”

“Me? No!” I gasped. “Oh, come on,” he laughed. “You’re not here to steal anything and you’re not dressed like a whore because you want to get laid. If that’s the way you want to play it, I might as well call the cops.” “No, please,” I begged again. He laughed. “OK, bitch,” he said, “enough games. Here’s the deal: I’ve been watching you prance around out there long enough to know I want to fuck you. If you go along with that, I promise I won’t call the police.” “You want to fuck me?” I gasped. He nodded and a bolt of terror ran down my spine. “Take it or leave it,” he smirked. My mind was racing. Clearly, there was no way I could let him see inside my panties, but I also couldn’t let him call the police. Desperately, I begged, “Isn’t there anything else I could do?” “What did you have in mind?” he shrugged.

Only one possibility occurred to me. Reluctantly, I asked softly, “What if I gave you a blowjob?”

“A blowjob?” he grinned. “Are you serious?” I nodded fearfully. He smiled even more and said, “All right, that sounds like a deal. You blow me and I won’t call the cops. Sound fair?” It didn’t, but I nodded anyway, since I saw no other options. “Come with me,” he ordered. He led me to one of the private viewing rooms in the back of the store and closed the door behind us. I watched as he dropped his pants and sat down on the only chair in the room. “Well?” he asked, “What are you waiting for?”

Knees shaking, I walked over and knelt between his legs. “You promise, right?” I asked. “No police.”

“I promise I won’t call them,” he grinned. “Now, get busy.”

I nodded and forced my fingers to move to his boxer shorts. It was clear that he was already hard, and I stroked the bulge in his shorts a few times before pulling it out. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked it a few more times as I tried to come to grips with the thoughts racing through my head: “This is not how it was supposed to go, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” My head dipped toward his erection. “I see I was right,” the clerk laughed. “You obviously do want some cock, don’t you?”

I felt my head nodding as it got even closer to his dick. Then, as if I was dreaming, I felt his cock brush against my lips. “Oh, God,” I moaned again. I pressed the erection against my cheek and tried to catch my breath. Impatiently, the clerk reached down and moved his cock to my lips. I tentatively kissed it, feeling its warmth run through me. Knowing I had to move on, I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue, running it over the soft head, then down the rigid shaft. I licked my way back up the shaft to the head. A drop of fluid was already oozing from his dick and I flicked at it with my tongue.

My insides were churning, but I pressed on. Taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves, I slipped him between my lips. As the head of his cock slid onto my tongue, I felt my own dick jerking and straining against my panties. For the first time since I had been dragged back into the store, my fear took a backseat to another emotion, my excitement pushing it aside. I sucked harder, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I bobbed up and down, feeling him slide along the roof of my mouth to the edge of my throat and then back to my lips. He responded by thrusting his hips upward, eagerly fucking my mouth. The fear that had dominated my thoughts and emotions had now vanished completely; the combination of excitement and lust I was experiencing left no room for anything as silly as being frightened. I’m not sure how long it took, but it seemed like I had been sucking only a few minutes when I sensed a change in the clerk’s breathing. A minute later, he started to squirm on his chair, gasped for air and then grabbed my head. I instantly knew what was happening, and a second later, he proved me right, blowing his load onto my tongue. I gulped it down, just as he shot a second blast. His dick jerked between my lips over and over, spewing into my mouth. I didn’t swallow again and, when his orgasm ended, my mouth was full of his cum. The taste and smell filled my senses, overwhelming me. His limp dick slid from my lips, and I finally swallowed again. As the thick fluid slid down my throat, my brain started functioning again. “I did it, I really did it! I blew this fat fuck!”

As I sat back on my heels, the clerk groaned. “Jesus, that was great,” he smiled. “Thanks, slut.”

Coming back to reality, I Ignored his name-calling and looked up. “Am I done?” I asked. “Can I go now?” “Almost,” he laughed. “Wait here a second.” He stood, pulled his pants back up and went out the door. I stayed on my knees, trying again to get my emotions under control and analyzing the sensations I had experienced. “It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever felt,” I admitted silently. “In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, I guess.” My self-examination was interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. I looked over and was surprised to see the other clerk enter the room. “Marvin says you’re really good at sucking cock,” he grinned. “Let’s see if he was telling the truth.” He moved over in front of me and started dropping his pants. “No!” I gasped. “He said if I blew him it was over!” “No,” he laughed. “He said if you blew him HE wouldn’t call the police. He never said anything about me, and I sure didn’t make any promises. Now, are you going to blow me or am I going to make the call?” I gasped. “That’s right,” he laughed. “you’re a cock sucking slut.” Now, the only question is are you going to be a cocksucking slut going to jail or not?”

By now, he had dropped not only his pants, but also his underwear. As he sat down, his hard cock pointed directly at me. Again, understanding that I had no choice, I moved forward and took him in my mouth repeating the performance I had just finished. Thankfully, he was even faster to cum than the other clerk. I had barely settled into a rhythm, bobbing up and down when he groaned and muttered, “Oh, shit!” His cock erupted a second later and I swallowed my second load. How many more…