Chapter 1

Megan crept along at a steady twenty mile per hour pace, her green eyes on the lookout for a place to pull over to wait out the heavy downpour of rain obscuring her vision. It was just after dinner time but with the thick rain clouds blanketing the sky, it seemed like the dead of night. In hindsight, she wished she had started driving earlier, but instead she had decided to have a mini Star Trek movie marathon and ended up leaving hours later than she intended. Fortunately, her husband was a bigger dork than she was and he appreciated her nerdiness. So when she explained to him that she would be arriving at the hotel later than intended, he understood that when it came to Star Trek, resistance was futile.

Megan believed she and Joel were soul mates. She recognized it the moment they first met at the comic shop and she was wearing her Wonder Woman shirt and he had on his Batman baseball cap. They became inseparable almost immediately and spent hours talking on the phone and geeking out over their mutual love of comic books, Star Trek and cosplay and the like. They dated for the next four years.

Joel was Megan’s first real boyfriend. She hadn’t ever dated anyone else except for one guy her first semester for all of four weeks. Not that she didn’t have the opportunity but Megan’s parents were strict and really didn’t let her date. She was also shy and because she was more interested in comics, role playing games and the like she was considered weird and not part of any group at school other than the ‘outcasts’.

So she focused on her studies and graduated at the top of her class. She had also blossomed into a very attractive young woman, her petite body and pretty face more on the cute side than sexy, though because of her shyness, she was often regarded as cold and unfriendly.

College was a big turning point for her. She was away from her parents and she also found some social groups where she felt she belonged. She started to come out of her shyness and was able to truly be herself.

Not long after they graduated and got good jobs, Megan and Joel got married. That was five years ago, and they were still as happy with each other as when they were in their first year together. In fact, she was on her way to meet him so they could renew their vows and spend a long weekend together celebrating in their own special nerdy way. She even managed to find the same red Wonder Woman T-shirt she was wearing when they met on ebay. Glancing down at the colorful emblem, she smiled knowing he’d recognize it instantly.

They decided to treat the ceremony not just as their renewal but as a new wedding and abstained from sex for the last few weeks. Not that they did that the first time around. They had sex regularly and Joel satisfied all her needs. But they figured why not this time?

It was difficult, but with Joel away for a good part of the time for business, it made it easier to go without and made the anticipation of their wedding night even better. However, she did slip a couple of times and took care of herself but she only used her fingers and never any toys.

Joel was currently at their hotel, having arrived earlier following his last meeting the previous day. She was beyond excited to meet him at the resort, get married once more and begin their second honeymoon, but with the weather the way it was, she figured she should pull over and wait for who knows how long. Thankfully, the ceremony wasn’t until late tomorrow afternoon, so she still had some time despite her earlier Star Trek movie binge.

As she slowly drove along, Megan noticed an exit coming up. She couldn’t quite make out the name of the town, but she hoped there would be a restaurant or someplace she could sit and wait out the storm. The rain had one benefit in that it forced her to focus on other things rather than the fire that had been burning between her legs for the last couple of days.

The anticipation had been building and now that the time was so close, a stiff wind was all she needed. A part of her had wanted to pull over and quickly take care of things as soon as she got on the road. After all, a person can only take so much! But the storm had replaced her anxiousness with nervousness. This type of weather was bad enough in an area she was familiar with. On an unfamiliar and dark highway, she had to focus on her driving.

Taking the exit, she turned left and drove a few miles before hitting the town, if she could really call it that. She drove through the streets, and mostly saw shuttered and abandoned buildings. There were few signs of life but she did spy some neon lights up in the distance just off the main road, the details obscured by the rain.

Megan figured it had to be a bar, and she slowly made her way up the street and then turned into the lot and parked close to the entrance. That’s when it dawned upon her that it wasn’t a bar but rather an adult “bookstore”.

Megan thought about getting back on the road and finding somewhere else to wait but a sudden crack of thunder assaulted her ears. That made it easy for her to decide. She grabbed her button down shirt off the passenger seat and slipped it over her Wonder Woman T-shirt and yoga pants. She grabbed her phone case and her wallet, then stuck it in the pocket of her pants and opened the car door. There were a few other vehicles, but she didn’t pay them much mind. She just hoped she wasn’t stumbling onto a nest of cannibal chainsaw wielding maniacs. She smiled to herself as she thought about those damn horror movies Joel made her watch.

She took a deep breath, jumped out of the car, slammed the door shut and rushed toward the doorway with a squeal, praying she wouldn’t get too wet though to not much use.

Once she made it through the door, Megan shook herself off and looked around, immediately noticing a few racks of magazines, DVDs and a separate counter where there were a few basic sex toys, dangling from a single rack. It wasn’t Megan’s first time in a place like this, however it was her first time without Joel. Plus this one looked especially seedy, almost bare in terms of amenities and grungy, a thick layer of dust seemed to cover most if not all counters. She’d never go into one so seedy, provided she had a choice, but if Joel was with her she’d be more at ease.

Looking around the shop, she noticed an older man behind glass near the cash register. He was rather scary looking. He had an angular, pock marked face and looked like he hadn’t shaved for several days. He looked to be in his sixties, and seemed like one of those guys you’d see on an episode of COPS. He glanced momentarily at her, his eyes going wide for a second, not expecting a customer like her, but quickly went back to his paper.

She continued her inspection and didn’t see anyone else until she looked up towards a security mirror and noticed the back of a man who was seemingly going through the magazine racks: fat, short, with thin hair and a smile inducing combover, who appeared to be looking at some magazines. Judging from the looks of the men, Megan was the youngest there by at least a decade and the only female.This place definitely gave her the creeps.

For a moment, Megan again thought about going back to her car and finding somewhere else to wait but as if on cue, another loud crack of thunder erupted and rattled the building a little. She sighed and rubbed her arms together, starting to feel a chill.

“Excuse me?” Megan said approaching the counter, as the older clerk behind the glass looked up at her.

“Yeah?” He said, sounding annoyed.

“Is there somewhere I can get dried off?” She asked, rubbing her shoulders to stay warm

“There’s a hand dryer in the bathroom,” he said motioning to the back. “It’s not the best, but it should help,” he added ogling her body, his eyes lingering on her decently sized chest, which she realized must be somewhat on display in her wet T-shirt.

She wrapped her over shirt around her and looked back out the door longingly, desperate to leave. But she decided to go dry off in spite of her discomfort with the situation.

The clerk didn’t acknowledge her again so after a moment of awkwardness, she said thanks and headed towards the back of the store, a bit apprehensive about the condition of the bathroom in such an establishment.

Her apprehensions seemed to be justified as she entered the bathroom. A strong smell of stale urine seemed to permeate every inch of the filthy bathroom. But knowing she had to make do with it, she quickly spotted the dryer. She looked around, making sure no one else was in there with her, closed the bathroom door and then removed her shirts.

Megan stood there in her bra and held her shirts under the dryer, first her Wonder Woman T-shirt, and then her button-down. After getting them sufficiently dried she stood there a moment before looking down at her pants. They were soaked from her knees to her ankles, so she removed them, taking special care not to bring her bare feet in contact with the disgusting floor, and got them nice and toasty. Next she angled herself under the dryer and was able to get her hair dry.

Finished, she looked in the grimy mirror and was disappointed that her hair was now a poofy mess and not at its usual level of silkiness. She began patting down her hair to something close to its usual level. She looked at the mirror again and couldn’t help but notice her breasts jiggling. She took a minute to admire herself, her sexy hips and

shapely legs, before she thought about Joel. She glanced at her phone and noticed she had been in the bathroom for over thirty minutes.

As she turned to the door, she saw the paper towel dispenser was empty. She rolled her eyes, and was thankful she had on her button down shirt and could use the bottom of it to grab the handle. The thought of touching it was rather unpleasant to her. She wished she had brought her bottle of hand sanitizer. Once out of the bathroom she walked back to the main part of the store. She glanced toward the door and saw the rain was still coming down.

Megan turned back around and inspected the store once more. She didn’t see the other man from earlier and the clerk was still in his same spot. Not sure what to do she began looking around the shop. She found herself in the DVD section and noticed a few movie rip-offs. There were porn variations of Star Trek, Batman, and Jurassic Park along with

other more standard categories of porn. She smiled at the nerdy parodies, she considered buying one as a gag for Joel.

She didn’t get the appeal of porn but knew that Joel would occasionally watch some. It didn’t bother her since she liked to read young adult supernatural romance stories, so to each their own, she thought.

Suddenly, the Star Wars theme began blaring on her phone.

“Hey honey,” came Joel’s voice after she answered, “you getting through the rain ok?”

“I did have to pull over. I’m in a bookstore now just waiting.” Megan neglected to mention what type of bookstore, mainly because if she bought a movie she wanted it to be a surprise.

“Ok,” Joel replied. “I’m sure I can find something to do while I wait.” “Just don’t find anything too fun.” She said with a giggle.

“Definitely not.” He said in a mock offended voice.

“I’ll be back on the road as soon as I can.”

“Ok, love ya’.”

“Love you too” Megan replied as she ended the call. She regretted being stuck in the middle of nowhere instead of being with her husband.

Megan noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and as she looked over she saw the clerk approaching her.

“Can I help you?” He asked, sounding bothered that he had to get up.

“No, just browsing,” she answered. As he began to turn she continued. “My husband’s a superhero nerd and I’m thinking one of these might make a fun gift. Do you recommend any?”

“Not really my thing,” he said dismissively. “If you want, we have viewing booths available. You could watch one and see.”

Megan thought about it for a moment. There was a certain level of apprehension but a part of her was curious and now that she was stuck, she deduced that she might as well do something.

“Yeah. Why not?” she replied, only half heartedly,

“Usually we don’t allow single women back there.” The clerk motioned to a sign that read the same. “But don’t worry about it, I don’t ‘spect many comin’ tonight. I will need to see your license though. Rules and all that.”

Opening her wallet, Megan took out her license and handed it to him. “Yeah. You’re old enough” he said, handing the card back. “Don’t fully look it though.” She appreciated the compliment and replied with a smile.

The clerk just walked away in response.

Megan grabbed the Batman parody movie and handed it to the clerk, who pointed to the hallway just beside the counter and said, “Room Three.”

Megan thanked him and walked in the direction he pointed. She noticed the sign that read movie viewing $20.

“Enjoy,” the clerk said with a lecherous grin once she had paid him the requisite amount “Ok,” she replied, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the back rooms. It took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, and then she noticed several doors with large numbers.

She realized she wasn’t alone in the hallway and noticed a tall black man in a hoodie with a cigarette between his lips. She couldn’t recall the last time she saw someone smoke in a business. He just glared at her without expression, something that made her feel quite a bit uneasy.

She then realized there was some moaning coming from one of the booths. Summing it up as something coming from a movie that must be playing, Megan entered her “theater,” if you could call it that.

She didn’t know what to expect, but she certainly didn’t expect the small, reeking, almost airtight room she was in. Even though she was petite, she could probably touch both walls if she stretched out her arms. Joel would freak out being in such a small space. If he could, he’d always opt to take stairs rather than elevators. The air within the barely ventilated place was heavy and every nook and corner of that place emitted the odour of sweat and the distinct smell of male semen as if it had only recently been used.

She saw a metal chair and a small old TV screen that had just flickered on. Getting a better look at the grimy chair in the brighter light from the glowing TV, she decided she really didn’t want to sit on it. She took a step and noticed the sticky floor. She glanced around the room illuminated by the dull hue of the TV screen and much to her disgust, found a few used tissues in one of the corners of the room.

She glanced to her right and noticed a hole in the wall. Puzzled, her brow furrowed until it dawned on her.

She was standing in a gloryhole!

A lump formed in her stomach. She wondered what she was doing in this nasty place, and again wished for her tub of hand sanitizer. She glanced around to the other wall and noticed a piece of unpainted plywood attached obviously covering up another hole.

She began to regret her decision to enter the store, stay and come back here.

“Get over it, Megan,” she said to herself. “Just burn these pants when you’re back home.”

The video began to play and she gingerly sat on the chair. She was tempted to exit, return to her car and get back on the road but before she could dwell on that thought, the movie began. They didn’t waste any time getting to the first sex scene.

Megan enjoyed cosplay at conventions and other such events, but was decidedly underwhelmed by what she saw in the film, she found the costumes to be gaudy and the film quality to be poor, even by porn standards. Their groans were fake-sounding and obviously dubbed in. She would have preferred fast-forwarding the sex scenes since it was the silly story she was interested in, but there was no way to do that either.

She didn’t find where she was and what she was doing the least bit erotic, and the appalling quality of the film meant that she found it to be more boring than anything else. She watched Catwoman getting fucked from behind with a sense of amused curiosity, wondering how people found this to be sexy.

By the time she was halfway through the sex scene between Robin and Catwoman, she was blankly staring at the screen, long having ruled out buying the DVD for Joel but unsure of what else to do now. She decided to sit through the remainder of the film, knowing full well that there was certainly going to be no refund.

“Might as well get my money’s worth”, she thought

As she tried to relax and settle in to bear through the remainder of the film, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye near the hole in the wall next to her with a dim light flickering in the next booth. Megan’s eyes widened in fear as she realized someone was there. She kept her head facing forward and tried to keep her eyes away from the wall.

The light in the next booth disappeared for a moment and she held her breath hoping whoever it was would go away. After a second, she noticed in her peripheral vision, much to her horror, a pair of thick fingers circumnavigating around the hole. She tried to stop herself from freaking out, keeping her head forward but her gaze still on the hole. Finally, the fingers eventually withdrew and Megan exhaled, relieved.

Before she could take her next breath, she heard the rattle of a belt being unbuckled and the rasp of a zipper being pulled down and to her astonishment and dread, a stubby little penis emerged from the hole. She let out a loud gasp in shock and seemed to almost freeze in her place. Without even realizing, Megan was now staring straight at the hole.

She hastily decided to leave. She got up, turned to the door, unlatched the lock and was about to exit when for some reason, she hesitated. Her hands still on the door, she turned her head towards the protruding penis and looked at it, more out of curiosity than anything else, as it stood at attention. It was maybe four inches long at full hardness. Through the hole she could also make out the fat, hairy stomach of the penis owner.

Maybe it was her inquisitiveness or maybe fascination but for whatever reason she kept staring at it, taking in the details of the small member, so unlike Joel’s own large cock. She noticed it was uncircumcised, foreskin surrounding the small mushroom head, another detail different from her husband. She smiled as she thought about how much bigger her Joel’s was, yet, there was something about this one in its natural form which ignited a spark of interest in her.

Megan re-locked the door and walked toward the hole while keeping her eyes on the penis, she couldn’t turn away. Other than Joel’s she had only ever seen two other penises in person. One belonged to the guy she dated for four weeks and the furthest she went with him was a quick handjob. The other was the stripper from her bachelorette party and there was no physical contact.

A sudden curious urge hit her, and it hit her hard. A sense of near fascination took over her. She needed to take a closer look at it, for no other reason than to satisfy her curiosity, which at the surface appeared to be completely non sexual.

Even as a wave of guilt swept over her, she relocked the door, turned around and hunkered down in front of the strange penis and looked at it curiously. She knew she shouldn’t stay, but something held her there. She knew she’d be furious if it was Joel who was in a similar situation, but she remained there, reminding herself that she was merely observing and no physical contact had occurred yet.

“Ok” she said to herself. “You’ve seen it, now leave.” However she found she couldn’t.

She desperately wanted to touch it to see what it was like, but how could she? Wouldn’t it be cheating? Megan struggled mentally, but physically she kept moving forward until her face was right in front of it. Up close, she saw the rolls of fat above and around the small member, and could smell his musky, sweaty scent.

Even as she remained in position, she found herself getting turned on by the look and the essence of that fat little cock.She felt a wetness growing between her legs, and her breath was coming out heavier and heavier. She stealthily reached down with one hand and slipped it under her waist bands until she touched her wet lips, surprised by how turned on she was merely by looking at this cock.

A little touch or a couple of strokes wouldn’t hurt anyone, she told herself. And to be honest, she really just wanted to see what it was like to hold an uncircumcised penis. Would it feel any different? Just a little touch and her curiosity would be satisfied. It’s not like she was going to do anything inappropriate.

As Megan debated with herself, the penis began to lose its hardness, and suddenly disappeared into the hole when the man behind the wall withdrew.

She thought she had missed her chance, which filled her with an inexplicable sense of disappointment. She almost felt pissed off at herself! She was disappointed with her indecision. She recalled how she had only ever been with one man, her husband Joel, not including the one quick handjob she had given to her first “boyfriend”. A simple touch barely warranted as cheating.

“No, wait,” she cried out, mustering all the courage she had. Immediately, the softening penis was back. Part of her regretted calling out, but the other part reasoned and determined that she better take action before it leaves again.

Breathing heavily, she forced her trembling hand forward and reached for the cock. She almost did stop breathing as she wrapped her fingers around him and slowly ran her hand up and down his length, massaging and stroking it. A passionate and long groan echoed from the other side of the wall.

Joel wasn’t noisy during sex. He’d grunt, sure, and say the typical, “Yeah, baby,” but it always sounded almost robotic. Like he was just going through the paces and making the sounds he was supposed to when fucking a girl. This was different. The sound that

came out from the owner of this penis was ripe with a passion and joy she had never heard before, and it made her panties wet.

“Dear God”, Megan murmured to herself even as she continued to stroke his now erect dick, feeling the slowly stiffening staff under the soft, veiny skin. She could barely believe what she was doing.

Yet even when pondering with her conscience, she extracted her other hand from under her waist band, which was busy massaging her wet cunt and forced it to cup his sweaty, hairy balls and begin massaging them, wanting to hear him make those groans again.

Pushing the skin back and exposing the head which seemed alien while all the very similar at the same time. There was a small resistance to pulling the skin back all the way off the head, like it was somewhat sticky. The musky smell of the cock kept on intensifying as she further pushed back the foreskin.

Finally, the head was completely exposed and she saw it glisten with pre cum which continued to ooze out of it, slowly covering her thumb which happened to be just below the tip, with it’s slimy goodness.

“Oh my god!! He’s so turned on”, Megan murmured to, delighted at the noticeable effect a few gentle strokes were having on him. The owner groaned in pleasure again. Bolts shot through her body from her loins as she stroked him and the smell got even stronger, till the point of being fetid. Yet instead of repulsing her, that smell just turned her on more and more. She was on the verge of an orgasm just by touching this stranger’s putrid cock.

Joel’s cock almost always smelled like a mix of sweet scented cologne and soap, along with a slight whiff of it’s natural musky scent. This was different, the cock in front of her smelled repulsive, yet manly and natural. The way a cock was supposed to smell. And that just drove her crazy.

She had never done anything like this, which only added to the heat that was now emanating from between her legs. She felt bad but also quite a rush. She could now understand why it was so fun to be naughty.

The angle was a bit awkward, she thought maybe once about it before dropping to her knees on the disgusting floor, no longer that bothered about it and continued pumping her new little friend. She took a deep sniff and savored the rancid smell as well as the constant sounds he was making

After a few moments, the stranger began thrusting his tiny cock into her hand as his breathing got noticeably more ragged. This prompted Megan to lean forward towards the cock, her full, red lips parting and her mouth opening, ready to embrace her new stinky, little friend. She was finally about to cheat on her husband.

Then he grunted and white stream shot from his member, splattering her face and neck and taking her by complete surprise, her eyes going wide as she let out a squeal of pleasant shock. The second stream hit her cheek and shoulder. Acting fast and almost on instinct, she moved her head into position and opened her mouth and that’s where the third one mostly went.

Immediately Megan gagged, the powerful, potent taste of the stranger’s cum filling her senses. The man obviously had a poor diet with lots of fatty foods and salt. She fought to keep the viscous, molten stench-goo on her tongue as the man continued to ejaculate his seed. Yet she held still, her mouth open as more of the pungent slop was drizzled on her tongue.

Megan swallowed it all, but not before noticing the very pungent taste of the glop. She had swallowed Joel’s load only twice before and found the taste to be normal, salty and oyster like. She had always found it to be bland. Because of that, Megan didn’t really like sucking cock. But the taste of Joel’s semen was so different from this one. This one tasted so much stronger, more masculine and acrid enough to make her gag. It had so much more flavor to it. She couldn’t have enough of his stinking, repulsive cum.

Still on her knees on the sticky floor, she saw that the now shriveled penis was still there as it dripped that last bit of his ejaculate. She moved towards the cock, she wanted to take it in, taste it and relish the last drops of his precious jizz, all her inhibitions having melted away at least temporarily. But he withdrew before she reached it, leaving her covered with stray streaks of his seed and surrounded by it’s heavy stink.

Disappointed, she instead used her hand to wipe the cum off her neck, face and shoulder and lick it off, wincing and shuddering as she felt the warm, gloppy seed slide down her used throat. Despite her best efforts, a somewhat noticeable stain had been created on her button down shirt. Finally she brought her precum soaked thumb and licked it clean, relishing it’s salty taste and gamey stench.

While she was savoring the flavorful spunk, she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up and the rattle of belt buckle being closed. Next she heard the door unlock and open. She had wanted to suck his cock. There was no doubt about it. She wanted nothing more and now that she lost the opportunity she was actually disappointed...

Whoever that was had her pussy dripping. His smell, the size of his cock, his belly hanging over it, the sounds he was making ... it all worked her up more than she could have ever imagined. And now it was over.

With a sigh, Megan decided to get up and leave but that’s when she again heard the sound of the door being closed and relocked again, followed by the rattle of a belt on the other end which made her stay in her place, curious as to what was to follow.

And then to Megan’s horror and delight, another penis emerged from the hole. This one was much larger and black. She had never seen a black penis before. She noticed that the stories she heard appeared to be true. He put Joel to shame and easily dwarfed her fat friend. Megan stared at the large black cock in front of her and the image of the small cock flashed in her mind. Her breathing increased even faster.

Almost subconsciously, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. This time her hands seemed a bit more steady and began to stroke it while looking straight at it. Her mouth watered, she wasn’t going to lose this opportunity. She was finally about to do it.

Megan closed her eyes, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the black stranger’s cock.

A satisfied groan came from the other side of the wall as he felt the warm, wet embrace of Megan’s mouth. She proceeded to lick the shaft, getting it good and wet as the musky, sweaty, almost acidic taste of his cock filled her senses. Nothing like the previous one, which saddened her greatly. Megan anyhow let out a stifled moan as saliva drooled from her mouth, loving the kinky feel of giving head to a complete stranger.

The shaft glistened as she decided to lift it and took his hairy balls into her mouth and sucked and batted them gently with her tongue while she jerked his hardness. She pulled back, opened her eyes for a moment and guided him into her mouth. Megan bobbed her head up and down, meeting his own thrusts as she sucked and slurped and pleasured him, her thick lips stretched wide.

Her head reeled, she could barely believe what she was doing. Her journey, starting from her decision to seek shelter in this seedy shop to this moment when she was giving head to a complete stranger appeared like a blur in her mind. Yet she pressed on, driven by the primal urge to hear more of those rewarding moans, proof that she was doing a good job.