Adult Bookstore Attorney

The movies Cecilia had picked out were definitely hard-core. One was a bondage flick without much sex. It was mainly women being punished although they did get happy endings thanks to a Hitachi Wand. I didn't understand why a woman would allow herself to be whipped. The bondage part was cool with me, but I would rather they just used the Hitachi on me and got down to business. The second movie was called "Working Girls." No it wasn't about prostitutes. All the women in the film were dressed in sexy work costumes (cop, nurse, maid, etc) at least for a few minutes before they got stripped down and really went to work. I enjoyed that film, even if it was fairly pedestrian. The guys were all handsome and well hung. The girls were, shall we say, expressive in their pleasure. I'd never been that attracted to women before, but I liked hearing them moan. I'm not naive enough to believe they really were cumming, but their sounds certainly helped me along my own orgasmic path. Before this afternoon I never considered the sound of sex a turn on. But after watching the girl in the theater fuck her boyfriend, and hearing the animalistic sounds she made, I was evolving my opinion. I came twice watching that film and except for a quick break for a glass of water, moved right on to movie three.

The third movie was called Hot and Mean with some number after it. I'm glad I watched this after Working Girls. It was a lesbian flick (had I watched it first I probably would have dismissed it) but after a couple orgasms and with a throbbing pussy I was more open to the subject matter. There were five scenes of women being very forceful in fucking another woman. It wasn't a bondage flick, but one of the girls was definitely in charge of the other. In one of the scenes it was two women in charge of the third. I admit that made me squirm as I pictured myself in the roll of the innocent girl being taken by the more experienced older women.

I used the bullet on my clit, but the battery was getting low so I paused the movie and ran to the bedroom to grab my vibe. I put some fresh batteries in it and went to town on my pussy. In each scene, the dominant woman fucked her partner with a strap-on. I'd never seen that before and it excited me. I liked the idea of being able to pick your dick size and never having to worry about it going soft. I found myself moving into the same position the girl receiving the fucking was in and sliding my vibe in and out of my pussy. I came every time the girl on screen did.

By the time that movie ended two hours later, I was worn out. I'd cum at least seven times by my count and my pussy was sore. But I was happy. My pussy was still throbbing and demanding attention, but I was too tired to do anything about it. I just crawled into bed and I fell asleep knowing tomorrow was another day of research. After all, I was just doing my job.

The next morning I dressed in another typical skirt and blouse combination for work. But this time I put stockings on as well and wore heels a little higher than usual. I was looking forward to returning the movies. I also planned on stopping at the third store and checking it out. I went there about 11am. I figured it wouldn't be crowded but there were several greasy looking truck drivers looking at the magazines. This store was definitely the dirtiest of the three. I felt like I really stood out in my professional clothes. The girl who was working the desk had a nametag that said Jacqui. She was definitely younger than Cecilia and looked like a punk rocker. She had very short black hair, wore a wife beater shirt, torn jean and had several body piercings visible. She had tiny breasts and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really need one, except to hide the fact that her piercings continued to her nipples. I could clearly see the outline of hoops hanging off her erect nipples. Although her jeans hid it, I would not have been surprised if her labia were adorned with jewelry as well. When she said hello to me I saw she had a post through her tongue. To me, she didn't have a good look, but I tried not to judge her and returned her greeting.

She asked what I was looking for and if I needed any help. Originally I had planned to visit the private booths for another session with the fresh batteried bullet. But given the clientele walking around and the unsafe feeling I was getting from this store, I changed my mind. I told her I was just looking for a DVD to rent for the weekend. She pointed me toward the area with the rental movie cases. I thanked her and headed to them.

I could feel the eyes of the men on me as I looked through the movie selection. I felt embarrassed to have them staring at me as just a sex object. I'm sure the lot lizards they encounter on the road did not look as sexy as me. They probably thought they had a shot as me since I was in this grungy store. But that wasn't going to happen. I quickly picked out four movies. There were two bondage themed videos (they looked like softer bondage compared to the one Cecilia gave me where the women got fucked after a light punishment) and two additional lesbian strap-on titles. Since that was my favorite from what Cecilia gave me I figured I'd try a couple of more.

Jacqui quickly rang me up. After I gave her my drivers' license and credit card she noticed I had three movies out from the other store. I had not considered they shared a computer system. She said I could return the movies here if I wanted and she would make sure they got to the other store later. I made up the excuse that I didn't have them with me (a lie since they were in the car) and that I would return them later today. The truth was I wanted an excuse to see Cecilia later after 3pm.

Jacqui seemed unfazed and told me I can return the others to any of the three stores. I rented them for 3 nights so I could watch them all weekend. She also told me they have a rental membership plan where for $20 a month I can rent for half price and also get a discount in the movie booths and theaters. The plan also has a membership card so I don't have to show my ID and credit card every time. I told her I would think about it and hurried back to my car. $20 per month seemed like a lot unless I was renting a lot of movies or hanging out at the theater. I figured after the case was over I'd never be back to these stores. But as I looked down at the movies sitting on the passenger seat my pussy started to moisten, so who knows.

The afternoon in the office crawled by. I didn't want to arrive at the store right at 3 and look too anxious, but I didn't want to go too late and let it get crowded either. Of course a last minute conference call through my schedule off and I ended up arriving at 4pm. Cecilia welcomed me and took my movies. She smiled and said there was a cute couple in the theater if I wanted to join them. I would have preferred to have been alone, but Cecilia said the girl looked nervous about being here and that my presence might let her calm down and enjoy herself. I didn't thing that was a particularly good plan, but since I had been nervous yesterday I could relate. Cecilia offered me another free entrance to the theater so I agreed. If nothing else I could just watch the flick and get ready for the private booth. She smiled as she said that.

When I walked into the theater, I noticed that the couple Cecilia told me about was sitting in the back corner. My eyes had not adjusted yet so I could make out much detail, but it looked like the girl was giving him a hand job. Ah, kids, I thought. I made my way down to the front row just like yesterday. I was already slick with anticipation and had left my bra in the car so I was ready to go. I didn't start playing with myself right away because I wasn't sure about the other couple. But soon after I arrived I heard a grunt from behind me and soon after that they left. I guess he had popped his nut. I wondered if he had taken care of her already. My guess was no, but that she was probably too nervous to do anything in public. Given that I now had the theater to myself, that wasn't an issue for me. I pulled the bullet out of my purse and turned it on. I sounded louder than I remember, but as I pressed it hard against my wet panty covered slit, the sound became muffled.

It felt so good to have the bullet buzzing against my clit. There was a taboo thrill about doing this in semi-public that being naked at home couldn't match. Soon I could feel my body responding to the stimulation in a most happy way. I was determined to orgasm in the theater today instead of chickening out the way I had yesterday. I didn't even bother to turn my head and look when the door opened again. If somebody heard me cum, then so be it. That thought sent a shiver of arousal through my body. I reached up and started pinching my nipple.

I turns out it was Cecilia who came in. She walked up to the front row and sat down next to me. I immediately dropped my breast, pulled the bullet off my pussy and turned it off.

"Don't stop on my account sexy," she said. "Jim is watching the store. I'm on break."

"No, that's OK," I told her. "I can wait." I probably should have asked who Jim was, but I didn't think of it at the time.

She smiled at me. "I don't think so baby," she replied. I was in a state of shock as she leaned over and slid her hand under my skirt. "Wearing panties?" she said quizzically. "That's not how a nasty girl acts in an adult theater."

She started rubbing my pussy through the wet material.

"At least they are soaking," she continued. "That's a start. Stand up and take them off."

Her command was strangely hypnotic to me and I hesitated only a moment before standing up and sliding my panties to the floor. I started to bend over to retrieve them but she told me to leave them there. I sat back down in the chair and her hand quickly found its way back under my skirt.

"Much better," she cooed as her fingers found my engorged clit. I squirmed in my seat as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my body.

"I noticed you didn't have a bra on when you came in," she said as she reached out with her other hand and began unbuttoning my blouse. "I bet your nipples are very sensitive." She pinched the left one hard as if to double-check her theory. My moan was confirmation that a little pain was sending pleasure signals to my rapidly leaking pussy.

"I knew yesterday that you were naughty girl. Did you get off yet before I came in?"

I shook my head. It would only be a matter of moments before that would happen though. Her fingers were like magic on my body.

"What about last night? How many times did you cum watching the movies?"

I was breathing hard and struggling to answer her. "Um, three or four times, I think," I said in a gasp and she pushed two fingers into my pussy without warning.

"I bet it was at least twice that number," she commented while staring deep into my eyes. "Tell me the truth..."

I leaned my head back against the seat and thrust my breasts out to her. I was so close to cumming. "Yes, it was at least six. Maybe even seven. I dreamed of you last night too."

"Of course you did baby. I know how you need to be treated."

She pulled her hand off my nipple and used it to lift my skirt. She then replaced her thumb, which had been massaging my clit, with her other hand and began rubbing very quickly back and forth. She also began finger banging me much harder. I squealed in delight.

"Don't cum just yet. I want to find your g-spot," she warned me. It wasn't easy. I was starting to hyperventilate and was getting dizzy. I felt her fingers curl upward and start tapping an area inside me underneath my clit.

"Don't do that, I moaned. "I feel like I'm going to piss!"

"No you're not. You're going to squirt," she told me matter-of-factly. "Which movie got you off the hardest last night?"

Between ragged breaths I managed to tell her the strap-on movie.

"I thought it might," she replied. "What about the bondage movie?"

I was struggling not to cum, although I don't know why I was trying not to. "I liked that too, but I prefer when the girl get's fucked at the end." I was completely lost in lust as she put more pressure on my clit.

"Do you want me to fuck you with a strap-on so you can experience it? I can tie you up as well."

"Oh, my God, yes," I screamed. It was like a mental barrier had been broken. That sounded like the best thing ever. I was instantly consumed by a massive orgasm and yes, I did squirt for the first time.

"That's it baby, ride my fingers," Cecilia cheered me on. "Your pussy is grabbing them hard. I can tell you have not had too many huge cocks up here. I can't wait to fuck you."

I was lost in the moment. I could feel my thighs and legs being soaked with my juice and my eyes could not focus on either the screen or Cecilia. Throughout she kept rubbing my clit and I kept cumming. She finally pulled her fingers out of my pussy and held them up to the light of the projector. "That was amazing," she said before she began to lick my taste off her digits. I was still breathing hard as I slumped in the chair unable to move or respond.

"Your skirt is soaked. I'll hang it up for you to dry."

I hardly noticed as she put her hands on my hips and helped pull my skirt off my legs. I was relishing the afterglow of another massive orgasm as she pushed two fingers inside of me again and then put them in her mouth.

"You taste so good," she commented. That was not a comment I had received before. Then she told me to "get up on and turn around."

I didn't want to stand up because I was still dizzy after my climax, but I did. I half expected a theater full of people who snuck in when she came in, but it was still empty. As I stood she spun me around and pushed me back on the seat. My knees could feel my squirt on the leather chair. I lowered my head and rested it on the back of the chair.

I felt Cecilia slide her fingers back inside of me. She apparently likes to finger-fuck and I wasn't about to tell her to stop. "Such a nice pussy," she continued to complement me. "A nice ass too," she said as she gave my butt a firm squeeze. "I bet your butthole is even tighter that your cunt."

I didn't like her using that word. It was vulgar. But given what I just did, instead of objecting I just agreed with her. I was feeling very compliant at that moment not caring where I was or that a stranger had just brought me off so well. I felt her take my right wrist in her hand and pull it behind my back. As she held it there she did the same with the left. "Pull your butt cheeks apart baby. Show me your back door."

Just like how yesterday I would have never imagined masturbating in the viewing booth until I did it, two days ago I never would have believed I would spread my cheeks so another woman could look at my ass. Even more amazing was I did it without giving it a second thought. It seemed natural to do whatever she told me. I felt her slid a finger back into my pussy. I purred contentedly. She then pulled it out and pressed it against my asshole.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked. Her tone was a bit more demanding than it had been. "No," I replied truthfully.

"What about fingers or toys," she said as she began pushing her finger forward. I clenched in reply. "Obviously the answer is no," she said. "Just relax. Let me in."

She began to wiggle her finger a little. I tried to relax by sphincter. As relaxed as the rest of my body was you would think she could have slid her finger in easily. But that wasn't the case. "We'll have to work on that," she said as she pulled her finger back away. I dropped my butt checks in response.

"No, keep them spread," she said to me as she slapped my right ass cheek. "I didn't say to drop them."

Quickly I grabbed them again and spread them even wider this time. It was humiliating, but also exciting. I was true I had never had anal sex, but some of my girlfriends had (not to mention the slutty paralegals talking about it) and they all said it felt great once you got over the initial shock.

I had not noticed that Cecilia had brought in a little purse, but as I turned my head to look at her when I realized she wasn't touching me any more, I saw her pull out a small tube. The cool gel was applied to my spread hole. She smeared it around with her finger and then pushed her finger in my butt again. I still clenched, but this time with the lube generously applied, she was successful at penetrating my ass.

"You need to learn to relax. My finger is one thing, but a plug or cock is really going to hurt you."

Her finger was hurting enough. I couldn't imagine something thicker. She began to slide her finger in and out. Every few strokes she would pull out and drip a little more lube on her finger. Each time her finger slid in a little easier. Then she stopped and reached into her bag.

"I'm going to put a plug in you. It's going to hurt going in. But it has to be done."

I should have protested that it didn't have to be done. Hell I could have just stood up and left. But instead I just continued to kneel over the seat with my ass pushed out in her face. I felt something hard press against my holiest of holes. I gritted my teeth as she pushed. It felt huge. It was easily four times wider than her finger. I felt like I was taking a massive dump as my hole stretched to accommodate it.

"Almost done," she cooed. "You're doing fine."

I started breathing faster instead of relaxing. This was pure agony.

"Just a little more," she told me and then my ass snapped shut. The plug was tapered and my sphincter closed around the narrow end trapping it. Now I just felt fuller than I'd ever felt before. Cecilia rubbed my ass moving over the plug. "We'll leave that in for a while and let your body become accustomed to it."

I was ready to tell her she was crazy, but I didn't stop spreading my cheeks for her. She reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit again. That was much better as far as I was concerned.

"Soon you will find you'll orgasm better with your ass full. And if your lucky enough to have both your pussy and ass stuffed, that's the best."

I'd seen that in the movies I'd watched. I figured it was just the actress faking, but maybe Cecilia was right. There was something strangely exciting about being plugged. She stopped rubbing my clit and went back to the bag. Before I realized what she was doing, I felt the cold steel of a handcuff wrapping around my left wrist. Instinctively I started to pull my arms away. She didn't try to grab them. Instead she swatted my ass again. Then she slid a finger back into my pussy. She didn't say a word, but somehow I knew she was telling me to accept the handcuffs or our playtime was over. I wasn't ready to quit just yet. Not by a long shot actually. So I meekly put my arms back behind my back and a few seconds later I was her prisoner. She told me to stand back up and then to sit down facing forward. I did so with questioning her.

I watched as she retrieved the bullet and turned it on. Of course there was no resistance when she slid it into my pussy. "I have to get back to work. You just sit here and enjoy the next movie. I want you to be sure that bullet stays inside of you so the noise doesn't disturb the other patrons."

I wanted to tell her I couldn't do that without the use of my hands, but I assumed that was part of her game. I'd have to concentrate to make sure it didn't squirt out of me. She then unbuttoned my blouse completely and spread it open exposing my breasts. She let me keep my single article of clothing, not that it was covering much. In fact I felt more exposed than it I was naked. She then gave me a very passionate kiss before picking up my skirt and walking out of the theater. I was alone, bound, plugged and buzzing away as another lesbian strap-on movie started. She was obviously torturing me trying to drive me crazy with lust since she had promised to do the same thing to me that I was watching on the screen. Of course I was happy too as more juice leaked out of my pussy. Now I just had to keep that damned bullet from falling out.