Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 08:38:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick McCormick <friar1944@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Dirty Bookstore

The Dirty Bookstore
Part One

I heard sounds of heated passion coming from my parent's bedroom as I
walked in the front door. "Oh! oh, oh! Ugnh, ugnh", it was my father
grunting like a pig. "Not so hard" I heard him say, his voice was almost a
whimper. "Shut up and take it like the bitch you are." I was shocked to
hear my mother's voice like that. "God, what were they doing in there?" I
asked myself. I was curious, even turned on, but my embarrassment made me
leave as quietly as I had entered.

I got back into my old car and drove out to the convenient store at the
crossroads. It was Friday afternoon and I wanted the weekend paper. I
needed a job desperately and although I had looked everywhere, I had to
keep looking. I read the help wanted adds in the parking lot; nothing!
Fuck, I was going to start college in two months and I was flat broke. So
were my parents. More people were leaving town than were moving in. My
father's handyman business had been going downhill for several years. They
didn't have a dime to give me. With paper in hand, I backed out of the
parking place and drove out toward the main road. As I went past the end of
the building, I saw a large piece of white cardboard in the front window of
a lone building on the corner of the strip malls' property. I couldn't
believe it. There was a "Help Wanted" sign in the window of the Adult Book
and Video store, or as we all called it, "The dirty bookstore", Of all
places. I'd been
 looking for a job since I graduated from high school. I'd been everywhere
in the little hick town I lived in and here was a job right under my
nose. I swerved into a parking place, jumped out, and headed for the
door. I didn't feel the embarrassment until my hand touched the doorknob. I
stopped for a moment. "Not the Dirty Bookstore", I said to myself, but I
shook my head laughing to myself and walked right in. The place was empty
except for a woman sitting behind the counter.

"I need to see some I.D. son." She cocked her head and looked at me.

"Uh, OK", I fumbled getting my driver's license out of my wallet. As I
handed it to her I said, "Is the job still open?

She looked at my license, looked at me, looked at the license. "You related
to Jason Parker. He used to live over on Oak?" She handed me my license.

"He's my older brother."

"I'm Sharon Jakes. You're pretty young for this kind of place. Not too many
folks in this town would be willing to work here."

I offered her my hand; "I'm Bill, Bill Parker. I gotta find a job. I'll do
anything. If it's still available, I want it?"

"Can you work full time?"

"Until the fall, I'm going to college in Brooksville. But, I will still
need a part time job then. How 'bout it, I really need to make some money."

She looked at me, up and down, then she smiled. OK, it pays ten dollars an
hour and you can start tomorrow at 4:00. Store closes at 11:00 and it takes
about an hour or so to clean, straighten and stock. I'll work with you till
you get the hang of it, but its simple.

"Thanks, thank you very much, I really need it."

"Are you sure your family will approve?" She stood up; "I dated your
brother until your mom found out I was related to the owner of this
place. She threw a fit. Your brother stopped calling."

"Who's that; the owner?" I asked.

"He was my uncle, Barry Jessup, He passed away a few months ago and left
his house and this place to me. I just re-opened two days ago." She offered
me her hand. "Working here could cause you some family problems, are you
sure about this?"

I grabbed her hand, it was a warm soft hand, I felt a tingle run up my
spine as I shook hands with her. "Deal, I won't let you down!"

It felt like I was two feet off of the ground as I left the store. Damn, I
had a job. Ten bucks an hour. My old man was lucky to make that much these
days. I drove back home. I opened the door and heard smacks coming from my
parent's bedroom. They were still at it. I heard my father groaning. I
slammed the door, "I'm home," I shouted as I walked into the kitchen. The
sounds stopped.  I wondered what they were up too. "I think my folks are a
little kinky", I thought out loud, "I wonder what Millie Blanchard and the
rest of the Church Social Group would think about that?" The thought made
me laugh and I almost choked while I was drinking some milk. I went into my
bedroom and flopped down on my bed and hit the control for the stereo. I
was asleep in minutes.

 Ten minutes to four the following day and I was pulling up to the front of
the store. I felt great as I walked inside. Sharon Jakes was at the
counter. She looked up at me as I entered and said, "Would you mind parking
in back Bill. Let's not make it hard for the customers."

"Sure Miss Jakes, sorry." I moved the car around the back. There were six
or seven cars parked there already. The rear door was plainly marked and I
went in. It was dark and I could barely see, but I could make out a couple
of guys just leaning against the wall. There was a row of doors on the
other side of the hall. I could hear moans and groans coming out from
behind the doors. I just walked on into the store. I went up to the counter
"What's going on back there?" I asked, grinning, curious as all hell.

"Video booths" she said, "That's the bread and butter of this little
business. My uncle made a small fortune here. I intend to do the same."

"A fortune? Right here in Altamonte. Come on Miss Jakes."

"This may be a small farm town, but there are a lot of horny men in it. Men
of all ages and persuasions, and a lot of them get off in that back
hallway." That thought gave me a start, "Is that legal?"

""It's a gray area around here. And I keep it that way."

"How"

"My uncle had an arrangement with the Sheriff and so do I. If money is
being fed into the video booths, I don't care what goes on. Unless someone
starts fighting, just mind your own business. The Sheriff does not want any
phone calls."

"Whatever you say, ma'am."

"That's good Bill. Keep that attitude and you and I are going to get along
just fine. Now let me show you the rest of the store."

I followed Miss Jakes around as she showed me all of the books, magazines
and videos. She had movies for sale or rent. Then she showed me the sex
toys. I nearly flipped at the things I saw, I tried to stay cool but I was
visibly embarrassed. Then I saw the strap on gadgets. My eyes nearly bugged
out of my head. I felt my dick start to get hard. There were all kinds;
ones with simple straps, ones with various panties, small ones and big
ones; some were covered in bumps.  I never saw anything like them. I was
amazed. And she noticed it. She let me stand there with my mouth open for a
minute.

"See something you like, Bill?" She laughed and put her hand on my
shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you how to operate the cash register.

Business in the store was slow but steady. People didn't buy a lot, but
some of the stuff was expensive. I could only guess how some of the stuff
was used, but it all looked kinky. What really amazed me was the traffic in
the back of the store. The video booths were on constantly. Eleven o'clock
came quickly. Miss Jakes turned on the lights and in a few minutes all of
the people in the back were gone. She showed me how to lock up. Then she
went and got a fairly large cardboard box and went into a hall behind the
video booths. Unlocking each machine she pulled out an amazing amount of
cash, all fives and tens. On the back of each machine was a counter and she
wrote down the number on each in a small book she carried. She had ten
machines and the cash in them filled the box. I was amazed when we counted
it. She had more than five thousand dollars in that box.

"Time to clean up. There's some rubber gloves behind the counter bring two
packages back her will you Bill."

I did as she asked. We both put on the gloves and she mixed up some
cleaning solution in a pail. She poured a large amount of bleach into it as
well.

"You will need to pick up all of the cum-soaked Kleenex and paper toweling
on the floor. It needs to go into a plastic bag. Each booth gets wiped
down. Always make sure there is plenty of bleach in the water. Mop the
floor last. It gets bleach as well. I want this place sterilized every
night." It took about an hour to clean up the back room. We went back to
the cash register and she showed me how to print the inventory items, which
gave me a list of items that needed to be replaced. In the stock room each
item by had an item number and I simply took a small cart down the isle,
found the numbers, and filled it up. It only took twenty minutes to
re-stock the shelves and pegs. One of the items was a strap on rig. I held
it in my hands, examining it. My cock began to stir again. I spent much
more time than I should have.

"They really interest you, Billy, don't they?"

I must have flushed.

"You look sweet when you're embarrassed." She rubbed my cheek with the back
of her hand. "You are hardly more than a child, but I do like you."

"I'm sorry, Miss Jakes, but this stuff is so amazing. I had no Idea so many
people were into this shit."

"Call me Sharon, and yes a lot of people are into this shit, but most of
them never tell anyone about it. And I want you to keep what you see in
here a secret as well. Just a favor to the people that pay your salary, and
most important, to me."

"Yes Miss, uh I mean, yes Sharon."

Sharon showed me how to get the bank deposit ready. She counted it twice,
removed ten percent of the cash and placed it into an envelope. She filled
out a deposit slip for the rest, wrote down the amount into her book and
placed the money into a black bank bag.

"Let's go, hon", she said, and turned and walked to the rear of the
building. I opened the door and we both left.  The sheriff was parked out
back. Sharon walked over to his car and handed him the envelope. He thanked
her, winked at me, and drove off.

"He gets ten percent of the cash each day Billy. It keeps things running
smoothly".

"What ever you say, ma'am, uh, I mean Sharon."

"How `bout coming over to my place Billy, I could use some company, and a
drink. You're not tired yet are you?"

"I'm not old enough to drink, Miss Jakes."

"Sharon!"

"After what you've seen tonight, you are part of the team. Ain't a cop in
this town will bother you now or say a word about what you and I do."

I followed her in my car as she headed for her house. It was a large
impressive home on the outskirts of town. I parked behind her and followed
as she entered the front door. She was on me as soon as the door closed,
grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth down to hers. She forced her tongue
into my mouth and nearly choked me with it. When she pulled away, she moved
her hand to the collar of my shirt and pulled me along with her. She led me
into a bedroom; hers.

"Remove you cloths, Billy boy, and wait right there", she barked, and left
the room.

My dick was hard before my pants hit the ground. I threw my stuff into a
large overstuffed chair in the corner. While I was waiting, I looked around
the room. I was amazed at all of the stuff. Whips, leather cuffs, an
exercise horse like you'd find in a gym. My heart stopped as I looked at
one of the dressers. There it was, to my utmost horror...a strap on harness
with a very large rubber cock attached to it. The little hairs on the back
of my ass tingled. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into", I asked
myself.

"I see you've found your new best friend, Billy boy".

Not understanding, I turned to look at Sharon as she came back into the
room. She was wearing black nylons and a corset like thing.

"Let's cut through the crap, Billy. You're a shy sensitive guy. You looked
at the rubber cock in the store like a rat looks at a rattlesnake. Just
like you were looking at the one on my dresser. You don't have much of a
backbone, do you? You are one submissive little fuck. I think you are a
little wimp, just like your father, a sissy. Come with me and I'll prove it
for you!"

I dropped my eyes to the floor, smothered in embarrassment. What did she
know that I didn't?

She walked up to me and grabbed my hard cock with her hand. I had not
noticed the leather gloves. She walked away holding my cock. I had to
follow along. She led me to a bathroom.

"Get on your knees in the tub, face away from the drain."

I obeyed, I don't know why, I felt compelled to. I knew I was in
trouble. As I was kneeling, I saw a rubber douche bag hanging on a hook to
the side of me. It was full.

"Put your head on the bottom of the tub."

As soon as my head hit the bottom of the tub, I felt her push something
into my asshole. It was thin.

"Don't move until this bag is empty."

In a moment I felt it. A warm fluid was filling my bowels. God, I was
embarrassed. I felt twinges of pain.

"Don't move, and make sure you hold it all inside. You will be in deep shit
if you spill a drop before I tell you to. I want you to hold it for at
least ten minutes. I'm going to make a couple of drinks, don't you dare
mess up this tub while I'm gone."

She left me to my suffering. I was in shock. How did this happen to me so
fast. She didn't ask me. She did not tell me what she was going to do. She
just assumed control and shoved that enema nozzle up my ass. Fuck I let her
do it without saying a word. All of these thoughts and her other words kept
swirling around in my mind; sissy, my father a sissy, submissive. No, No,
My mind screamed in protest; it's not true. But here I was on my knees in
her tub, with my ass gurgling. Then she returned.

All right, on the can. Come on, we don't have all night."

I climbed out of the tub and onto the toilet. A huge gush of liquid
splashed into the bowl. Sharon slapped my face, hard.

"Who told you to do that!"

"I, ah, I thought that was what you wanted Sharon!"

She slapped me again. I was nearly in tears, crying out loud. I did not
know which way to turn or what to do. I had no where to run.

"From now on, when we are alone, I am the only one that thinks. All you
have to do is obey. Got it, she screamed into my face."

"Yes Sharon" I blurted.

"And forget that Sharon crap. That's for out in public. When we are alone I
am your Mistress. You call me that, got it!" She slapped me again. If you
don't give me the proper respect, I will slap you until your little brain
rattles. GOT IT!"

"Yes Mistress!" I blurted.

She gave me another enema. When I was empty, she gave me a third. When I
had let it all out, she stood me up in the tub and massaged my butt hole
with her fingers. She used some kind of lubricant and began finger fucking
me. Dribbles of the warm liquid kept running out. In a few minutes, the
flow slowed. When the liquid stopped running out. She made me drink a glass
of liquor; vodka I think. It burned as it went down. Then she told me to
shower and dry and meet her in the bedroom.

She was sitting on the end of the bed waiting for me. As I entered her
room, she pointed at me and then at the floor in front of her. I knelt
there; obediently. She reached down with both hands and grabbed my ears,
twisting them both upward. I looked up at her face, she was smiling. She
nodded her head like she was right about something, then pulled my face
into her crotch.

"Lick it!" she demanded.

She had a hairy crotch, but I complied.  After a few minutes, she lay back
and pulled her knees up to her breasts, holding them with her hands.

"Do my asshole too, and push your fucking tongue into it!"

I licked her back door for about ten minutes. All at once without warning
she pushed my head away and got up on her feet. She walked over to the
dresser and picked up the strap on. I watched in horror as she fastened it
to her body. She found a tube of lubricant and smeared it all over the
fearsome looking rubber cock. She came back over to me.

"Get on your knees on the end of the bed."

I did not move; afraid.

"Fuck!" she screamed and moved quickly to the wall, taking a riding
crop. She came back over to where I was cowering and began hitting me all
over. On the chest, on the belly, the legs, the face, finally she hit my
cock and balls. I was shrieking in pain, jumping and twitching, trying
desperately to escape the reign of horrific blows.

"I said get on your fucking knees."

I hoped up onto the bed and turned, offering her my rear end. Without
further ceremony, she walked up to me, placed the end of the slippery cock
at my asshole and shoved forward with all of her might. The pain was
intense, I fell forward instantly. She anticipated this and fell with
me. The rubber cock stayed well within my agonized hole.  She stayed still
for a few moments, letting me adjust. In a little while the pain subsided
and she began a slow fucking motion. It began to feel good. Then it felt
great. Soon I was groaning, not with pain, but with waves of
incomprehensible pleasure. I came. It was a monumental climax, one like
nothing I had ever felt before. I passed out for a moment. I felt her
rolling me over onto my back and woke to find her lowering her crotch onto
my face again.

"I have to pee." She informed me. "Be a dear and let me use your mouth."

My cock sprang to life as I gulped down her urine. When she finished, she
moved back over my waist and impaled herself onto my steel hard shaft.

"You are a lot bigger than your brother, Billy. I think you are going to
work out just fine."

She started rocking back and forth, fucking me. In a few minutes, I came
again. She moved back over my face and eased her greasy cunt onto my mouth.

"Clean it up Boy."  She laughed as she smeared her cum-soaked cunt over my
face. She wanted me to eat my own juice. I wanted to protest, but I did
what I was told. Hell I loved every minute of it.  When she finished she
got up and started toward the bathroom again.

"Go on home Billy boy. I need some rest and so do you. Don't you dare be
late for work this afternoon. I'm afraid that it's going to be a hard day
for you.  Real Hard!" She laughed out loud as I left.

I collapsed into my bed as soon as I got home. What intense dreams I
had. Sexual dreams. They were erotic, passionate dreams of her, her dildo
and the enema. The alarm went off, It was one-thirty in the afternoon. I
climbed out of bed and got a quick shower. I fumbled around in the kitchen
looking for something to eat. I managed to be five minutes late for
work. Sharon glared at me when I finally got there.

"Your late Billy boy! We don't tolerate late around here. Come with me."

She led me into the office and hissed a command, "Lower your pants and bend
over the desk."

Without hesitation I complied. She gave me twenty with a large, flat
leather strap. She made me count each blow. I was whimpering long before
she got to twenty. But that was not all.

"Spread your cheeks for me, asshole!"

Reaching back with both hands I pulled my butt crack open for her. I felt
something cold and slippery being pressed against my no longer virgin
anus. I knew it was a butt plug...a large one. Although Sharon pushed hard,
it did not go in easily. I begged her to stop. I said please, I cried out
"No!" I told her it hurt. There was no mercy. She leaned into that thing
until it finally was forced into my stretched out hole.

"I'm going home to take a nap. Just take care of the cash customers until I
get back. Don't you dare remove that plug!"

With that she left the store. I stayed behind the counter most of the
evening. Walking around with the butt plug up my ass gave me a hard on and
I was afraid one of the customers might notice it. One old guy asked me to
come over and help him find a particular magazine. He was looking for nude
males. I took him to where the one he wanted was located. Along the way,
his hand brushed against my cock. I turned beet-red and moved away,

"Nothing to be ashamed of boy. I've got one too."

He turned to face me showing the tent in his pants. He started rubbing
himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"How about coming into the back with me. I need someone to take care of
this."

"No thanks"

"Suck it for me and I'll give you twenty bucks. Come on, I really need it."

I was as polite as I could be when I told him I was not gay. I suggested
that he just go on into the back and find someone willing. He grumbled
some, obviously disappointed, but walked on into the back room, alone.

The rest of the night was quiet in the store. Sharon came back just before
closing time. When she asked me how things went, I told her about the old
guy wanting a blowjob. Her reaction surprised me.

"I thought you needed money for school Billy boy. You turned down a chance
to make an extra twenty and pissed off one of my customers as well. I can
see that you have a lot to learn." She looked at me, "Come on into the
office."

In the office she unceremoniously pulled out the butt plug. My ass felt
like the Holland Tunnel. I reached down and examined it with my fingers.

"Its wide open!" I groaned, "You've ruined me"

"Don't be silly Billy boy. Your asshole is way too tight. I want to loosen
it up some. You will thank me later."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I told you not to ask me questions Billy boy. I'm your Mistress now. You
do what I want, when I want it and don't speak unless I ask you a question.

"Yes ma'am."

I didn't speak again as we got the store cleaned up and ready to close. The
Sheriff was out back, just like the night before.

"How's our new boy working out Sharon?"

"He's a little rough John, but I think he has a lot of potential."

"I can see that, maybe I should coach him a little?"

"Maybe later, I want to work with him a little more."

"Whatever you say darling."

The Sheriff winked at me again as he drove off. I asked Sharon why he was
winking at me that way. Her answer caused my knees to weaken.

"John's bisexual, he has a thing for young men. I think he likes you Billy
boy."  She smiled at me, "Get in your car and follow me home, we can talk
about the Sheriff some other time. We have to work on your behavior
tonight. You asked me another question."

I discovered what work on my behavior meant pretty fast. Within minutes of
entering her house, I was tied over the exercise horse in her bedroom.

"Some sissies are turned on by pain Billy boy. They can enter a trance-like
state while being whipped over a prolonged period. Pain causes endorphins
to be released by the brain and the pain soon becomes pleasure. I need to
find out how you respond to prolonged pain."

It was a long slow whipping. Mistress used many different tools. She hit me
with the strap, the crop, floggers, and finally the cane. She was right
about me; I eased into a state of delirium. My back was covered with
welts. My ass and the backs of my thighs were black and blue and red all
over. She fucked me with a very large strap on and I was in heaven the
whole time. The sun was rising when she untied me. I fell to the floor. She
did not allow this, and sent me home again. I wanted to stay with her. I
asked her if I could stay. She slapped my face.

"Stop asking questions. I'll tell you when you can stay. If you want to do
that, you have to become my slave, my sex slave. You must be ready to
comply with my every wish. Even if I want you to suck cock at the store,
you will do my bidding. Are you ready for that?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then get the fuck out of here and go home."

I was limping when I showed up for day number three, but I was not late. I
found out that being punctual did not keep her from inserting the butt
plug. It did go in a little easier. I thought about her all day. I realized
that I was falling in love with her. I needed her, dominance and all. I
found a book about S & M and read it while it was slow. God, I was a
masochist. There was little doubt about that now. I understood where it was
all going, and knew that I would never refuse her slightest whim. She gave
pain and humiliation and I accepted her gifts. I understood that was her
way of showing affection, of showing love. I hungered for that love. When
she came in to work that evening, I told her.

"I never want to leave you Mistress."

"You understand what that means Billy boy?"

My eyes looked down at the floor.

"Yes Mistress."

She removed the butt plug and we got the store ready for closing.

The Sheriff was in the parking lot, as usual. She handed him the envelope
full of cash, then walked around the passenger side of the squad car. She
motioned for me to come over to her. She opened the car door as I got
close.

"Anything?" She asked.

I nodded my head and looked at the ground in shame.

"I want you to go with the Sheriff tonight. Tomorrow you can move in with
me. Do what he tells you, don't disappoint me!"

I got into the car without saying a word. The Sheriff reached over and
pinched my left nipple between his thumb and gnarly forefinger. I trembled
and squirmed, then whimpered a little. I took several deep breaths. When he
stopped squeezing, he smiled at me and unzipped his pants. My eyes got big
as saucers and my mouth fell open. He pulled out a monster cock. He winked
at me as he reached over and placed his arm around my shoulders. While he
drove off, he was pulling me closer; forcing my head down. A shudder of
resignation ran through me.


The Dirty Bookstore Part II

The Sheriff pushed my face right down on his massive cock. The smell was
unbearable; urine and body odor, it was obvious that he had not bathed. I
turned away in disgust.

"Suck it, asshole!"

The Sheriff was demanding, he reached under my face and took hold of his
rod and twisted my head by my hair with the other. He was trying to guide
that foul smelling monster into my mouth. I kept struggling, making it
impossible for him to have his way with me.

"What's the matter Billy? Why are you fighting this? You told Sharon that
you would do whatever I wanted."

"I'm not gay. I can't do it, I'm not gay."

My voice was breaking up with the last few words. I was panic-stricken and
starting to cry.

"You little sissy prick!" He shouted at me. "We'll see if your going to
suck my dick or not, we'll just have to see."

He was so pissed that he let go of my hair and spun the car around in the
middle of the street. He grabbed his cell phone and called Miss Jakes.

"This little prick won't suck me off. How do I get him to do what he's
told? Do you want me to beat the fuck out of him, or are you gonna fix it!"

The Sheriff was silent for a minute.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper. I'll do it your way, but he's gonna
have to get a lot better."

The realization of what I had just done was starting to sink in. I was
feeling ill. No, I was terrified. In a few short minutes we were pulling
into Sharon Jakes drive way. He jammed the shift lever into park while the
car was still rolling. The clank of the car's transmission made the emotion
of the moment obvious. Pushing open the driver's door the sheriff grabbed
me by the shirt collar and dragged me out of the car and up to the front
door. He really was a big strong brute of a man. I had no idea he was so
tall. My toes were dragging on the ground. One of my shoes fell off. The
door opened, Sharon Jakes was standing in the doorway, surrounded by light;
a goddess. She was wearing a tight fitting black leather jacket and a pair
of low slung leather pants; tight and also black.

"Bring him into the dungeon John."

I didn't know she had a dungeon, but I saw it quick enough. I was thrown
down a flight of stairs and rolled right into it. It was gothic. When I
looked up I saw a large St. John's cross ominously placed to the right of
the stairs.  They were on me in an instant. Sharon fixed a leather cuff to
each of my wrists, then removed my clothing. Two chains were lowered into
the center of the room. I was dragged over to them and one was clipped to a
metal loop on each wrist cuff. I was hoisted into the air like a piece of
meat.

"I told you to take care of John. Wasn't I specific enough? Why did you
disobey me?"

"I'm sorry Mistress!" I was whining. "I'm not gay. I don't want to suck his
dick."

"I know you are not gay Billy boy. You're a fucking masochist. You just
need to accept the facts. Pain and humiliation turn you on. A straight guy
being forced to suck a cock is a humiliating act. Its evil, its low Billy,
but in the end you will find its also thrilling. Drop your preconceptions
of right and wrong. The next time you drop to your knees, think of what a
dirty little cocksucker you are. With the right frame of mind, I know you
will get into it!"

I felt the first sting of a short leather whip immediately. Right on the
backs of my thighs. She began circling me, whipping as she moved. I began
twitching and dancing in the air. In a few seconds I was screaming. When
she got around to the front, she began attacking my groin. She struck my
penis and balls, the tender insides of each thigh, my chest, belly and
armpits. Mercifully, I began to drift into an endorphin overload. I did not
care any more. I don't know how long the whipping lasted. I started to feel
warm and nice all over. Somewhere in the course of it all, I was lowered to
the floor. I remember being dragged to an examination table in one of the
corners. I was bent over the end of the table, my arms and legs securely
fastened. I was starting to drift back into reality.

"Fuck the little prick, John. I know he likes that!" I felt the warmth of
the sheriff's loins against my buttocks. I felt his massive cock press
against my hole. Thankfully, he had greased the monster, but it was still a
struggle for him to get it inside. His cock was huge. Luckily, It wasn't a
difficult struggle, just a little struggle, because in seconds he was
stroking that great cock in and out of my ass. I felt my stretched out
flesh being pulled out along the length of his shaft as he pulled back and
pushed in by that giant penis as he pushed forward. I was still drifting on
the endorphin rush and was really beginning to enjoy myself. Lust is
merciful; it can overcome all fear and hesitation. As much as the
restraints allowed, I began pushing back to meet each thrust. The sheriff
was a bull; he fucked me for a long time. Eventually, he stiffened up and
gave me half a dozen very hard strokes, then collapsed on my back. My
restraints were
 released while he was still inside of me. When he pulled out, I slid down
to the floor. I was returning to reality. Sharon turned me around while I
was still on my knees. The sheriff moved around to face me. The half-hard
monster was level with my face. Sharon shouted at me.

"Suck him clean, dick head! Or I'm going to whip you all fucking night."

There was no struggle left in me. My body trembled as I opened up my mouth
and that filthy half-hard rubbery prick was pushed inside. My Mistress was
right, I was a dirty little cocksucker. I sucked on the tip of his
cock. The sheriff thrust forward and his dick filled the back of my
throat. I pulled back and licked him until I thought it was clean. The
sheriff was hard again. I tried to pull away.

"No you don't Billy boy!" laughed Sharon. "John's always good for two or
three nuts in any night. Just keep your mouth working, and by the end of
the night you will know how to suck a dick. And because you embarrassed me
in front of John, I'm going to make sure you get a lot more practice."

The sheriff had both of his meaty hands on the back of my head now. He
began a very slow, but deliberate, skull fuck. I was surprised by my
response to his dominance. I was actually getting into it; enjoying it. My
dick was getting hard. Sharon saw it.

"The little faggot is getting a hard on John. I think he finally sees the
light."

Finally, the sheriff had another orgasm. It wasn't a large load and I
swallowed it easily. I kept on sucking until he had another one. When it
was over, my lower jaw was numb. I could not close it. A call came over his
hand held radio; a wreck on the highway. He left in a hurry. Sharon came
over and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Be a good boy, Billy. Take a shower and come to bed. I need that cock of
yours."

When I was clean, I went back to her room; she just pushed me onto my back
and, without further ceremony, hopped up onto my cock. It was rock
hard. She fucked me like a crazy woman and brought herself to climax a
couple of times before I had mine. When I was finished shooting, she moved
up to my face and made me clean her pussy like before. I realize now that
face sitting is one of her greatest passions.

Morning came early. She made me make her breakfast before she went to work.

"Don't forget Billy boy, your car is still at the store. You are going to
have to walk. Don't be late."

She walked to the door and turned back,

 "Oh I left a depilatory cream in the bathroom. It's for you. Be a good
little boy and use it to remove all of the hair from your genitals and the
crack of your ass. John complained that you were too hairy. When you are
finished with that, clean out your asshole."

When I arrived at the store, Sharon brought me to the back room like she
had been doing all week. This time she placed a leather collar around my
neck. There were several chrome steel rings securely fastened to the
collar.

"Come with me!"

She led me to the back of the store, to the video booths. Inside the last
one on the right, I saw a large sign, "Working My Way Through College,
Please Tip". She made me kneel on the floor in front of a large hole in the
wall. Someone had fixed two steel clips on each side of the hole. Pushing
my face right up to the hole, she clipped each side of my collar to the
wall. Then she unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my knees.

"Lift up a little so I can get these pants off."

I lifted one knee then the other as she pulled my pants off. Then she
removed my shirt. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I heard her
fumbling around behind me.

"I put a large coffee can on the shelf, Maybe you'll get some tips."

She bent down and greased my asshole. After she left me, I heard laughter
in the hallway. It wasn't long before a cock was pushed through the hole in
the wall. I shivered, then did my best to please its unknown owner. In
minutes my efforts were rewarded with a hot mouthful of cum. I
swallowed. Soon another dick was pushed through the hole. I don't know how
many cocks I sucked that day. There were a lot of them. At least a dozen
guys used my asshole. Around eleven o'clock, the lights were turned
on. "Thank god", I thought to myself. Soon Sharon came in and freed
me. When I stood up I saw that I was surrounded by balled up paper towels
and used condoms. The room was a mess. Sharon took a wad of money out of
the coffee can.

"My, my, Billy boy, you have been busy! There's more than four hundred
dollars here. We are going to have to do this more often."

She laughed and told me to clean up the back room. When we finished, we
went outside. The sheriff was waiting, as usual. She gave him his envelope,
but did not make me go with him. The next few weeks went by smoothly. About
once a week I had to go with the sheriff, but I was getting used to
servicing him and, I must admit, I loved it when he fucked me. Then, out of
the blue, a young girl appeared at the store. Her name was Joan. She was a
very pretty, slightly built girl about my own age. She worked the counter
five days a week. When I came to work, she would go home with Sharon.
Starting the first weekend, I was chained to the glory hole each Friday and
Saturday night. I was making a lot of money, but my sex life with Sharon
was slowing down. She made me sleep in a cage in the dungeon from then on,
using my cock sparingly. After a month of the same routine, I was so horny
that not only was I was looking forward to my time with the sheriff, but my
time in the video booth as well. After a month, at closing time, Sharon
explained it all to me.

"John and I are secretly married Billy boy. With his job and this store, we
can't be out in the open. You see, you and Joan, and John, are all
submissive to me. John isn't really a masochist, but you and Joan are. John
is my submissive husband he does anything I say. You see, John and I are
both bisexual. I trained you to service John, and me, of course. And I have
been training Joan to service me. Joan is low girl on the totem pole around
here. When you are with John, Joan will be with me. When John and I are
together, you will be with Joan. I hope we can all love one another. In a
few more years we are all going to move away from here. My uncle also owned
a small island in the Caribbean. There is a large lovely home there. With a
little luck, it will be happy ever after."

That night, I was given Joan and we moved into an empty guest bedroom down
the hall from Sharon's master bedroom. Sharon watched as I whipped her with
a leather flogger. My cock sprang to life as I abused her pert little
breasts. I made her give me a blowjob. She wasn't real good at it. I told
Sharon she needed a lot of practice. Our Mistress laughed so hard she
started coughing.

"What do you think Billy boy, clip her to the wall in the back."

"Yes Mistress, that is exactly what she needs."

"Well Billy boy, she belongs to you now. If you want her to suck a mile of
cock, we know right where to find it."

She turned to Joan, grabbing her by the hair. Mistress dragged her into the
bathroom in my new bedroom.

"Lets get this slut cleaned out for you. I want to watch you butt fuck
her."

I followed into the bathroom and watched the familiar enema process. Sharon
made Joan eat her pussy while she was holding in the water. My dick was
hard as a rock. Once the water was coming out clean, we all returned to the
bedroom. I made Joan lay over the end of the bed and began to ease my prick
into her ass. I deliberately did not use any lube. Joan cried out in pain
as I forced the head in. It took at least a dozen hard thrusts to get my
cock completely buried in her butt. Once I began to start a slow fucking
motion her tight little hole began to naturally lube with mucous. In five
minutes, she was groaning and panting like a hot little whore. I came in
her ass, big-time. Then I made her lick me clean. Sharon left us after
that. Joan and I spent the night fucking like a couple of newly weds. Once
I was spent we went to sleep in each other's arms. I realized then that I
was the happiest, no the luckiest, man alive.

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