The Sex Shop – story 16

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. I didn’t find it difficult to get guys. They just came to me and I had difficulty saying no. Young, old, good looking, ugly, thin or fat. If they had a dick I needed it inside me.

I’d been working at the brothel for a little more than four months and I was still fucking Faith’s Dad whenever he came to London for business. But there were some days when that just wasn’t enough. I hadn’t worked for three days and it was mid week, which basically meant I hadn’t fucked for three days. I know that that doesn’t sound like a very long time to go without, but for me, a girl who needs to be fucked or finger fucked (at the very least) on a daily basis it felt like an eternity.

It was periods like this that I felt unsure of myself. Days when I knew I’d have difficulty in controlling my urges and I’d do something stupid like fuck a stranger in an alleyway or go into a bar I hadn’t been in before, wait till a guy tried to chat me up and then ask him to take me somewhere and fuck me. Often that would be in the toilets of said bar, the back seat of a car, behind some bushes or on one occasion bent over a wheelie bin.

My heart was pounding in my chest and it felt like my blood was boiling inside me. I checked out guys walking past me in the street wondering how it’d feel to have them inside me. My knickers were soaking wet as I turned the corner and felt a wave of relief. There was a sex shop on the corner. I remembered seeing it before but I’d never been in. I’d been to a few sex shops before and I knew a lot of them had cabins where you could pay to watch porn. I had a vibrator in my bag so at the very least I thought I could get myself off before continuing on my mission to do some grocery shopping.

I walked straight into the shop without looking around outside and closed the door behind me. I surveyed the shop. There was one guy I could see checking out some DVDs. He was maybe 55. I walked past him and looked at the title. ‘Daddy does teen’.

I walked to the counter. There was a younger guy, maybe 30 behind it. He looked up at me and smiled.

“We don’t get a lot of women in here,” he said. “Especially women who look like you.”

I smiled. “Thanks. Eemm, do you have cabins here?’ I asked.

“To watch films?. No, sorry. We have a porn cinema down stairs. But there are normally a few guys down there wanking themselves off.”

“That’s ok,” I replied. “How much is it?”

“Normally it’s £10, but you can just go down if you want,” he smiled.

He pointed out the stairwell and I started towards it. He called me back before I got there. The old guy looking at the DVDs left the shop and we waited for the door to close. “You know, if you go through the door on the left there’s a glory hole.”

He smiled at me. “If you want.” He added.

I looked around. “There’s no one here.”

“Someone walks in every 5 minutes around here.” He held up his hands and added, “ it’s up to you.”

I turned and walked away towards the stairs, but the idea of doing a glory hole was making me wet.