Caught and Used at the ABS Ch. 01

A sissy is discovered at the ABS and helped to suck his first cock.

This story contains reluctance, degradation, humiliation, femdom, ass play, anal fisting, and MM oral.

If that's not your thing, thanks for stopping by.

--- Chapter 01 ---

After years of failed attempts to enter the ABS at a strip mall near my home, I finally worked up the courage to step inside. I'm not sure what I expected, maybe to find a gloryhole and finally suck a real cock, but it became a life-changing experience.

I'm 26, live in a rundown apartment complex, have a menial but reasonably well-paying job, and few friends. I'm tragically shy, and I've never had a girlfriend. But that's probably because I'm a huge sissy - girls tend to pick up on that sort of thing...

At 5'-5" and 135lbs, I'm not much of a physical specimen, but it does allow me to purchase and wear women's clothing readily. I have an extensive collection of clothing, lingerie, and any toy a sissy could want. Living in a rundown apartment may be less than desirable, but it's cheap and allows me to spend the bulk of my wages on pretty things and toys.

So here I am, standing inside the ABS, looking at a DVD cover showing a tiny white woman taking a massive black cock through a gloryhole wall, when I notice a presence beside me. Startled, I turned towards the interloper to give them an irritated look, only to find it was a woman. She was staring at the same box cover I was looking at.

"It's hot, isn't it?" She quipped conspiratorially.

I'm not sure which surprised me more, that it was a woman speaking or that she was talking to me.

"A little thing like that, taking that massive, big, black cock, anonymously, through a hole in a wall. It gives me the shivers." She looked around, making sure no one else could hear her, "don't you wish it could be you?"

Her question freaked me out. Did she know I was thinking the same thing? Did she know I was a sissy? Fuck! I stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak or flee. A mouse, cornered by the cat.

"God, how I would love to stroke that magnificent cock. To rub it all over my face. To ram it down my throat and choke myself on it. Then once I had it hard as steel and dripping with spit, I'd turn around and impale my tight little asshole on that monster. Stretching myself to the breaking point. Fuck, I'm positively dripping just thinking about it. How about you? Come on, you were staring at it for nearly 5 minutes. You can't tell me you don't want to fuck someone through the gloryhole wall." She gave me a nudge with her elbow.

Her X-rated narrative confused the hell out of me. Was she telling me she wanted me to fuck her through the gloryhole wall, or was she indicating that I wanted to be the one getting fucked by the BBC? Regardless, her dialogue made my cock hard as a rock, which didn't go unnoticed.

"I see by the bulge in your pants that you agree," she laughed. "And I know you're submissive. Isn't that right, my little dove?" She let that hang in the air for a pregnant pause. "If you weren't, you would have put the movie back and walked away - I'm clearly making you uncomfortable."

My mouth dropped open. I was being called out - called a sissy. The nerve. I needed to get away. But before I could move a muscle, she looped her arm around mine like we were a couple. Again I was shocked and unable to do anything about this latest invasion of my space.

"Mmmmm, I'd love to be in a booth with you right now. A massive black cock hanging through the wall. Throbbing, radiating heat. Calling out, 'Touch me.' The veins along the side pulsing with blood. A glistening drop of pre-cum escaping from the pisshole in its huge mushroom head. Just hanging there, waiting to be licked off. So yummy. So tantalizing. Calling out to be licked and sucked." I felt her shudder against me.

Her delivery was perfect - it oozed sex. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the thought of sucking such a cock. I turned away from the box cover and looked at her. She was watching me and had seen me lick my lips. She smiled wickedly, letting me know I was caught.

"So, my little cocksucker - do you come here often? I've never seen you before."

I just stared at her. Terrified that this unknown woman had just looked deep inside my head and, without a word from me, deduced that I was a cock sucking submissive. Well, a would-be cock sucking submissive. As I said, I'd never sucked a real cock before.

I just stood there, my arm still captive in hers. Unable to flee or speak.

"Can't work up the courage to speak, little dove? Okay, how about this. Just nod yes or no."

I just kept staring, unable to even nod.

"Nod your head for me, baby. Don't be shy." And she started nodding her head at me slowly.

I stared for what seemed like minutes, but eventually, my head started to nod with hers, resulting in a gleaming smile on her face.

"Excellent. So, do you come here often?"

I shook my head.

"That explains why we've never met. Have you ever been here before?"

I shook no again.

"A virgin!" she exclaimed far too loudly.

I looked around in panic, expecting to find dozens of people staring at me. However, the store was empty except for the two of us and the clerk - who was busy ignoring us.

When my eyes returned to her face, it was stretched into a delighted and mischievous grin. "You are a virgin to the sex shop scene - right, pet? And I suspect that's not the only virgin thing in your life..." She trailed off and squeezed my arm. She lowered her voice like she was discussing secrets with her BFF. "So, have you ever been in a gloryhole booth?"

I was a fly in her web, unable to escape or resist her charm. Her candor and confidence drew me like a moth to the flame. I shook my head to indicate I'd never been in a gloryhole booth.

"But you do know what they are, right?"

I nodded this time. The reason I was here was to visit the booths. But I didn't want the clerk to think that's the only reason I came in, so I'd been surfing the video collection.

"So, do you want to visit the booths with me and see what it's like? That way, it looks like you're with a woman. That's what you're afraid of, isn't it? You're afraid the clerk will think you're gay if you go to the booths alone." Another squeeze of my arm. "So you're cruising the videos, right?"

I gulped noticeably but eventually nodded yes.

"I asked two questions that time, pet. To which were you agreeing? Going to the booths, afraid of what the clerk will think, or both?"

"B, b, b, both," I stammered, barely audibly.

Her mouth curled into a seductive and radiant smile. But her eyes... Her eyes made me tremble. She noticed and squeezed my arm reassuringly.

"Come on, I've already got a bunch of tokens. We don't even have to talk to the clerk." And she used our interlocked arms to propel me toward the doorway leading to the booths.

I stumbled along beside her, unable to resist. I looked at the clerk nervously. He glanced at us momentarily, then looked back at a magazine on the counter. The entrance to the video booths loomed before us like a portal to another dimension.

We passed through the opening into a well-lit hallway running parallel to the store's back wall. Directly ahead was a metal door with a numeric keypad lock and a sign reading 'Employees Only.' The corridor contained about a dozen booths running the length of the store. Each with a door and a light indicating if they were in use.

My new friend led me along the hallway and into an empty booth. Of course, the booth she picked was adjacent to the only occupied booth in the store.

She closed the door, and I noticed it had no lock. I looked up at her face, "there's no lock." I whispered in panic.

She grinned at me. "The door locks automatically when you feed tokens to the video player - forces people to feed the machines. Management can unlock them if the cops decide to make a surprise visit. But if that happens, all the video screens flash 5 times rapidly to let patrons know to get their shit in order so they don't get busted and the store doesn't get fined or worse. The clerk would have told you some or perhaps even all of this if you bought tokens, depending on his assessment of you."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm a regular, dear. I know all the juicy little secrets. Don't you worry, your pretty little head. I'm gonna take good care of you." She cooed. I smiled and relaxed a bit - probably for the first time since she spoke to me.

I looked around the small booth appraising the contents and noting the differences between my expectation and reality.

The video monitor was built into the booth's back wall. Beside it was a coin-operated box with a numeric keypad to select movies. The TV screen showed a moving list of titles, box covers, and 4-digit numbers. They ran the gamut - if you could think it, and it was legal to sell, it was on the list. My guide - I didn't know her name - didn't hesitate. She dropped a bunch of tokens in the machine and punched in a title code. A movie started playing on the monitor, the sound somewhat muted. The lighting in the booth also dimmed when the movie started - a nice touch on their part.

The booth floor was vinyl tile (or something similar) and, surprisingly, wasn't disgusting or sticky. A wastebasket in the corner had a pivot lid, so you didn't have to see what was in it. Beside the screen was a small shelf with 4 rolls of paper towels and a bottle of Windex. A small note indicated, 'For cleaning the screen.' Yeah, I'm sure. And the final touch was a bench against the wall that could be moved around the room if you wanted. Above it was a shelf on which my guide placed her purse.

She removed her jacket and placed it on the shelf, revealing a casual but stunning scoop-neck A-line dress. The medium cotton weave reached just below her knees and was an eye-catching cobalt. She grasped the sides and pulled it over her head with practiced ease.

She watched me watch her - folding the dress and putting it on the shelf with her jacket. Her eyes never left mine except to ensure her clothing was secure on the shelf.

Under the dress was a mature, voluptuous body that could have been anywhere from 30 to 50. Large pendulous breasts tried to defy gravity but failed and pulled softly at the lace bra, which appeared almost diaphanous and was light grey with a hint of blue. Her delicious booty was framed by matching high-cut panties. Her triangle of dark pubic hair and large areola were displayed tantalizingly through the sheer fabric. Her luxurious straight black hair hung past her shoulders to her mid-back.

Her looks were that of a classic Italian film star - Raquel Welch or Monica Bellucci. Her makeup was exquisite yet subdued - perfect for a day of shopping. I stared openly - mouth agape. What the fuck was she doing in an ABS - and why me... I may be a sissy, but my cock started to tent my pants. My god, she was a vision, a goddess, a walking wet-dream.

She smiled and basked in my gaze and rising lust. She gestured at me, no words, just a gesture. She wanted me to take off my jacket and shirt as well.

I removed my jacket and tossed it on the shelf, then hesitantly removed my shirt and threw it on top of my jacket. My arms crossed my chest in a reflex action I didn't know would happen.

She laughed delightedly. "Oh, baby, I don't care if you're not a big, strong, muscle-bound stud. You're perfect for this little adventure. Now drop your arms and let momma take a look at you."

I hesitantly dropped my arms and spun in place as she gave a little twirl of her finger. It was like I was outside my body, watching myself 'dance' for this woman. She was a puppeteer pulling my strings.

"Nice, very nice. You don't have any body hair. Do you shave or use a depilatory?"

"N... no." I stammered. Not sure why I was lying - it was obvious I used depilatory."

"You know, lying to someone helping you is rather rude? You definitely use something to remove your body hair. What about your pubs and ass? Shaved or waxed? I'm betting waxed. You seem like a wax person. Don't fret. I like my men hairless - it's much more titillating." She oozed. "Well, come on. Out with it. Shaved or waxed?"

"Waxed," I mumbled uncomfortably.

"Professional? No, never mind. You buy strips on Amazon and do it yourself. You aren't brave enough to go to a salon or buy strips in a store. Not yet, anyway." And she gave me a nudge at that point.

She pulled the bench into the center of the room and sat delicately. Her knees closed, and her body pointed towards me. She patted the bench beside her, and I sat on her right.

"Start describing what's on the screen. I've seen it a million times. But I love to hear someone else describe it. It's so fucking hot to hear someone describe the action. It's like dirty talk in the bedroom - it makes it sooooo much better. You'll see one day."

I was a little hurt by her last statement. Was she inferring that I'd never done dirty talk or that I was a virgin?

The video was underway, and it was apparent that these were not full movies, just scenes. A naked woman was on her knees stroking a massive black cock and saying something to herself or the owner of the dick. I began narrating the scene for my guide, unsure why I was doing it, just following her instructions like a robot.

"The woman is on her knees, completely naked. She is stroking a black cock and talking. I can't hear what she's saying. Is there a volume control?"

"Don't worry about the dialog; it's not important. Just describe the action, and stop sounding like a robot. I want details. I want you to help me feel the action. I want it to be as real as this." And she stroked the side of my face with one hand while the perfectly painted French nails of the other traced lightly across my chest and nipples.

I shuddered involuntarily and looked at her. She just nodded - indicating she knew I liked it. I stared into her eyes briefly, but it became uncomfortable and too intense. I looked back to the screen and started my narration again - trying to be less robot-like.

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"She's stroking a huge black cock. It's about 10" long, very thick, and appears shaved. The cock has a slight downward curve and is not fully hard. Her hands barely cover half of it. The head is very pronounced and mushroom-like and definitely circumcised."

"She's teasing the pisshole with her tongue. Flicking it repeatedly. Trying to bore the tip of her tongue into the slit like a sounding rod. Her hands are twisting on the shaft as she strokes it."

"The cock's as hard as steel. The downward bend is gone. The girl is spitting on it. Huge, wet, slimy gobs. She's using her hands to work it up and down the shaft. She's now trilling her tongue under the tip of his cock head, tickling that little sensitive spot all men have. Mmmm, he's loving it. He's encouraging her."

"Her lips have locked around his head, and she sucks in and out repeatedly, like a pulsing vacuum or perhaps a milking machine. She's moved her hands to his balls and is running her tongue along the side of his shaft - down to the cubical wall and his big black balls and back. Up over the head and down the other side."

"She smacks her face with his monster cock, multiple times and moans and laughs at the wall and her anonymous benefactor, telling him she loves his cock."

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My guide moved her hand into my lap while I was speaking. "Too many 'she this' and 'she that' in your dialog." She rubbed my leg, careful not to touch my cock. "Pretend you're the woman. Tell me what you're doing to that cock."

I hesitated, and she ran her fingernails across my chest - a little harder this time. Not enough to raise marks, just enough so the sensation made me want to scream from the pleasure. I shuddered visibly.

"Tell me what you're doing. Pleaseeee. I need this." She scraped my chest again, and I began to talk.

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"I'm stroking his cock with one hand, and my other hand is playing with his balls. My mouth is open as wide as I can, and I'm lowering my face over his cock."

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"Good, good. Get more descriptive." Her nails continued to scrape my chest and now down my sides and across my stomach.

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"His cock is the color of mahogany, a bit translucent and almost glowing with heat. I've covered it with so much spit it's hanging to the floor in viscous gooey trails. I run my mouth along one side and back up the other, suctioning the spit back into my mouth, only to spit it back on his red-hot man-meat. The scent is pungent and intoxicating. I inhale sharply and ram over half his cock straight into my mouth. I gag and back off, laughing and moaning with delight and anticipation."

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"Oh, god, yes. More!"

She pinched one of my nipples and massaged her own breast. Her enthusiasm and apparent intoxication from my dialog fueled my own frenzy of emotions. I was becoming the woman in the video - describing my own actions...

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"I'm stroking his cock with both hands now. Rapidly. Bobbing my head up and down on his obsidian shaft, tickling his cock head, and gagging myself. I know I can get his whole cock in my mouth - I decide to force it."

"I stop stroking, take a huge breath and ram my face onto his cock. I hold it as deep as it will go in my mouth and start driving it deeper into my throat. My gag reflex triggers, but I keep going. My throat is stretching from the girth of his cock, and I try swallowing to get it in deeper. My nose is about 2 inches from the wall, but I can't go further."

"I pull back and gasp for air. 'Wow! Your cock is fucking huge!' I tell him. He gives me encouragement, and I murmur my thanks, then ram my throat back down on his cock. I try bouncing my head up and down to get it deeper, but he's pulled his cock out of my mouth and back through the wall. I go crazy. 'Give it back. I need your cock! Give it to me! Give it! Please, mister, I really need it! Please!' I continue pleading, and he tells me he wants to fuck me. I don't have a condom, so I resist."

"He puts his cock back through the hole, and I gobble it up. He immediately pulls it back through the wall. I go crazy again. He gives it back, only to withdraw when my lips touch it. We play this dance for a few minutes, but we both know I'll give up my pussy or maybe my ass."

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My guide - I still don't know her name - interrupts my narration, rubs my chest, and tweaks my nipples. "Oh, god, yes, that's it. Standup so you can give him your ass." And she starts prodding me to stand.

I don't understand her motives, but I stand. I'm completely under her spell.

She undoes my belt and then the top button of my jeans. I try to stop her in a panic. I'm wearing panties and stockings. I don't want her to see. She slaps my hand away.

"Stop it. I know you're wearing panties. Don't be such a pussy, and let me get our pants off. You've enjoyed everything we've done so far, so go with it."

I let my hands fall to my side, and she yanked my pants to the floor. She admired my turquoise-blue lace patterned stockings and matching booty shorts. Running a hand up and down my thin, toned legs, then cupping my tight little ass. A sigh of pure pleasure stuttered from my mouth - I held perfectly still - afraid of what she might do - terrified I might flee. I looked at her, and I swear her smile curled in the corners of her mouth like the Grinch in the Dr. Seuss cartoon. Rapacious, carnivorous lust distorted her beautiful face. I got goosebumps, and the fine hair on my forearms stood on end.

"Very nice color choice, little dove. They compliment your pale complexion and blond hair. And you even put the panties on after the garter. Excellent!" She reached out and pulled my booty shorts down before I could react. My small cock popped out and nearly smacked the top of her head.

She extracted my legs from my pants and panties and then handed them to me. I placed them on the shelf with the other clothing and turned back to the screen. The actress was getting ready to give up her ass.