Surprise Suck at the Photo Booth

(Author's note: This is only my third story here. Thank you to everyone who voted on "My Delicious Little Witch" in the Halloween contest. "Sweet, Young Stephanie" continues to be read in the TS/CD category, and Stephanie is mentioned a few times in the tale you are about to read now. I try to make each story different but all connected in some way to create a more interesting world. Over time I plan to have characters cross over into stories in multiple categories.

My work schedule prevents me from writing more than a few hours a week, so please bear with me as I struggle to get more stories posted. And yes there will be another S.Y.S. tale at some point. Hopefully you will enjoy this one in the mean time. As always, I welcome your votes, comments, feedback, and e-mails.)

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Finally, I was going to get a vacation. My damn boss never gave me any time off, but since I'm self-employed I had only myself to blame.

I run a small electrical contracting company and business is quite good. Having been through slow times before, my motto was "Never turn down work." However, I've been going for nearly two years with little more than a day or two for kayaking, or hiking, or taking Stephanie to some exotic location like an abandoned stable to show her new ways to use ropes, or maybe a jacuzzi suite at a nearby hotel. Due to her college course load and the fact that she still lived with her mom who had no idea she was screwing the older guy next door, I only got to see her two or three times a month. So it was with heavy balls that I marched into the local mall in search of one of those do-it-yourself photo booths.

See, my passport was out of date and I needed a new one if I wanted to leave the country. Well, I could leave but I couldn't get back in again. I needed the photos to include with my passport renewal application, along with the requisite form, my old passport, and of course, their fee. They said four-to-six weeks to get my new one, so realistically I needed to get the paperwork on its way pronto if I wanted to leave before the next ice age.

When I was a kid those photo booths were everywhere; a box the size of a closet where people go in, sit on a little bench, and mug for the camera. There's usually a thin curtain to conceal them from the passers-by, and they're often used by drunk kids to get those I-can't-believe-I-got-her-to-kiss-me photos that the girls often regretted the next day but the boys hung onto forever. Sometimes more than kissing went on, but the curtain stopped a foot or so from the floor and the booths were usually in crowded places like boardwalks, fairs, and shopping malls, so it was tough to get too crazy.

But when I had gone online earlier to find one I was surprised that Olympia had very few. The nearest location was the mall a few miles away, and that's how I found myself weaving among women in shopping Nirvana, kids yakking on cells phones, and families with husbands who looked like they'd rather be at the dentist. At last I spotted the booth.

It stood right in the middle of the broad walkway, people flowing around it like a river around a rock. There was a shoe shop and a couple of teeny-bopper clothing stores on one side, and a cheap import store, a black-light-filled head shop, and a (gasp) book seller on the other. Muzak echoed from the thirty-foot ceilings and a babble of voices filled the air. The place smelled of popcorn and women with too much perfume and too much time on their hands.

Walking up to the booth, I noticed it seemed bigger than the ones I'd seen as a kid. I felt a little self-conscious going in alone, kind of like a guy who goes to an amusement park by himself. But no one paid me any attention so I stepped inside and pulled the curtain closed.

The curtain was a thick, dense material that covered the door from top to bottom, a far cry from the flimsy nylon that let anyone passing by see the occupants from the knees down. And it had a latch. Very weird, I thought. It was one of those spring-loaded hooks like people use to secure a screen door. Maybe enough weirdos have yanked curtains open that the booth manufacturers decided to beef up security. Nothing scares off necking kids like being exposed to the ridicule of strangers.

I secured the latch, pulled out my wallet, and looked for instructions. The space was about five feet deep, three wide, and seven feet high, with a bench seat at one end. Opposite the seat was a video screen at head level, a horizontal slot for inserting cash, and smaller slot with a wire tray where the strip of photos would come out. But no instructions.

No sign giving the price, or telling me to sit and wait for a blinking light to indicate the shots were about to be taken. No button to push. Nothing.

I was about to leave when the screen flickered to life. White letters on a black background read:

LOOK DOWN.

I did.

In the wall beneath the video screen, a dark oval hole beckoned.

That wasn't there a second ago. I had just looked that wall up and down trying to figure out how to use the damn booth. Perhaps three inches wide and eight high, the top and bottom of the opening were precise half-circles. It looked smooth and sleek, not some ragged hole gouged through the wood.

What's going on? I wondered. I couldn't help noticing its crotch-level height. It looked like one of those glory holes I'd seen years ago at a dirty book store, but a bit larger and professionally made. What was it doing here? The screen blinked new words:

1. INSERT FIVE DOLLARS TO ACTIVATE "OCCUPIED" SIGN

2. PLACE PENIS IN HOLE

3. ENJOY BEST BLOWJOB OF YOUR LIFE

What the fuck is this?

I said, "Umm, I just want some passport photos."

The words on the screen changed to read: ARE YOU SURE?

I didn't answer. After a few seconds the words faded away. Had to be a prank, I thought. Who the hell offers five dollar blowjobs in a photo booth in the middle of a mall? But my cock began to swell at the thought of unloading right here, surrounded by oblivious young girls and stressed-out moms. I hadn't cum in a couple of days, and not for a week and a half not counting jacking off. My dick got harder and I fidgeted a bit trying to get it into a more comfortable position.

The video changed again, this time showing a woman's head from a high angle. The image had the greenish cast of a night-vision camera but it showed cascading blonde hair, oversize movie star sunglasses, and the lower face of an angel. A delicate nose curved past high cheekbones. Her pixie chin was pointy, almost faerie-like. A wide mouth with slightly plump lips smiled at me.

Though I couldn't see her whole face, what I saw looked very appealing.

Still not believing it, I whispered, "Seriously?"

In response, a face appeared at the hole. No doubt it was the same chick. When the face moved, the woman on the screen moved too. Apparently there was a camera mounted on her side of the wall, about the height of my chest, and it showed the view I would see if the wall were not in the way.

In the dim light of the booth's interior her skin looked smooth and flawless. Her lips parted in a provocative smile and her tongue slid across teeth that belonged in a toothpaste commercial. My dick got even harder and I felt a trickle of pre-cum leaking out. I stood there holding my wallet, unsure what to do.

Outside I heard the chatter of teen girls as they strolled by, jabbering about TV shows or some moronic celebrity. Glancing at those inviting lips, I again re-adjusted my cock. Did I really dare whip it out? Then something new appeared on the screen:

10...

9...

8...

Aw crap, a countdown. What if it's a sting? I thought. Cops just waiting to bust some perv exposing himself in a public place?

7...

My cock throbbed and my overloaded balls churned with interest.

6...

I'm really gonna do it, aren't I?

5...

I yanked out a five dollar bill, crammed the wallet back in my pocket, and fed the bill into the slot.

4...

With a whirring sound, the bill disappeared into the machine.

Nothing happened.

3...

Oh yeah, there's one more thing, I thought. Quickly I unbuckled, unzipped, and pushed my underwear down.

2...

My rock-hard cock sprang out like it had a mind of its own.

1...

I brought my dick within a few inches of those enticing lips.

But her face was gone.

Damn it! Did I wait too long? Looking at the video screen I saw the woman had appeared again, just a foot or so back from the hole. Her gaze was no longer up at the camera but lower, staring at the opening. I've come this far, I thought. Might as well go all the way.

I thrust my dick into the hole.

I stood there a moment, my hips pushed against wood. Cool air drifted over my cock and balls, all of which were fully available to the mystery woman on the other side. With my face that close to the screen I couldn't focus on the video so I leaned back. Arching my back gave me enough distance and I could watch the action. The greenish, night-vision image showed her blond head slowly approaching my cock, stalking it like some jungle predator. But still I just hung there, untouched.

Was this just a tease? I wondered. The elaborate fake booth, the video camera, all to dupe some guy into making a fool of himself? I was just about to pull out when I felt it.

Warm, soft lips closed on the head of my cock. Oh yeah, I thought. That's more like it.

I felt a hand grip the base of my shaft. I'm not quite seven inches long, with heavy, oversize balls, and I was anxious to feel her technique. Her hand slid up and down as her mouth worked my head, sucking gently and bobbing in a slow rhythm.

Looking straight ahead at the video screen I saw a downward view of her blond head. My dick poked into the frame from the bottom, like one of those POV porn videos. It was weird, feeling her slurping me but also seeing it on the screen, almost like I was watching someone else.

She took my shaft into her warm, moist mouth, slathering the head with her tongue. Mouth and hand worked together, pleasuring me, coaxing me slowly to my orgasm. Sometimes she would back off and slurp the underside of my throbbing dick, other times she would take it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. With one hand she squeezed the part she couldn't get past her lips as her other hand caressed my balls.

It felt amazing and I sensed the pressure building in my testicles, just waiting to spew.

My back started to ache from the awkward leaning position. Then something caught my eye: metal grips attached to the side walls. They looked like fence gate handles and were screwed into the walls to my left and right, about shoulder height. I grabbed onto them, taking the weight off my lower back, and immediately felt better. Now I could get sucked and watch it on TV at the same time, obviously the booth designer's intention.

On the screen her face tipped forward, now showing only wavy blond hair. I glanced down wondering if I could see any of the action through the hole but all I saw was my hips plastered against the wall. But then I noticed movement. Two fingers poked out of the hole, just below my nuts. Looked like maybe the index and middle fingers of a young hand, manicured, with sky blue nail polish. I felt her release my balls and then the same fingers of the other hand appeared too. What was she doing?

Using the edge of the hole for leverage, she pulled herself forward and I suddenly understood.

Gasping, I felt my cock-head push past the constriction at the back of her mouth. My entire shaft now bathed in her moist warmth as she forced her throat around my cock. The mystery girl was deep-throating me! I couldn't see much on the monitor except the top of her head but I could sure feel what she was doing. I had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud.

People walked past the booth, oblivious to the eye-crossing blowjob I was getting just a few feet away. She bobbed forward and back, letting my dick pop out of her throat, slurping the head a few times, and then pushing forward to take it all the way down again. It felt like heaven and I knew would I cum soon if she kept that up.

Then the artificial green image disappeared and I felt her mouth back away.

What the hell's going on now? I wondered.

Words appeared on the monitor: INSERT FIVE DOLLARS TO CONTINUE.

Now? Maybe there was a timer on the "occupied" light outside. I couldn't believe money was the main motivator here. I mean, the booth alone would have cost thousands to build. I fished out the wallet from my pants bunched around my thighs and fed another fiver into the slot.

The greenish video feed appeared again, and more importantly, she once again took my cock into her hot mouth. She bobbed a few times, then took every millimeter of my shaft past her lips and into her throat. Then she stopped moving.

Looking down, I saw her face mashed against the opening. Her lips, nose, and chin barely protruded and I felt the tip of her nose push into my pubes. She remained motionless for a moment. Then her fingers started stroking my balls. The sensation was fantastic and I just stood there savoring it. Still, she didn't move.

When Stephanie wants to get mouth-fucked she usually takes as much of me as she can then stops, signaling that she wants me to control the action. Maybe this chick is the same way.

Only one way to find out, I thought. Drawing back slowly, I felt the end of my cock pop out of her throat. I slid back until only the head remained in her sucking mouth, then pushed forward again. Feeling my cock-head bump the back of her throat, I gave a little push and popped back in again. With my dick in her esophagus, she slathered the underside of my shaft with her warm, wet tongue, stimulating every inch of me.

Oh shit, that felt good.

Over and over I thrust my rock-hard cock down her slippery throat, then pulled it out so she could worship it with her tongue. All the while her lips clamped around my shaft and she maintained a firm, moderate suction. With nothing worth seeing on the monitor I stood up straight. My chest pressed against the wall and I sped up my thrusts, shamelessly humping the willing mouth on the other side of the hole.

I had to be careful not to hump too hard, fearing someone might hear my hips slapping the wall. Hell, it felt so good I worried the booth might start to shake and that would really draw attention. But the booth was solidly built and I didn't sense any vibration. I figured the thick curtain was probably designed to muffle sound too. Besides, I wasn't going to last much longer.

As I listened to teenage girls chattering outside the booth, I picked up the pace, ramming my cock into the mystery woman's throat, pulling out, and thrusting again. She increased the suction, no doubt sensing my impending orgasm. When I was all the way in, her tongue snaked over my shaft, and when I pulled out she licked furiously at my cock-head. Her lips squeezed tight and she upped the suction again, pulling the blood to the surface of my throbbing cock, determined to extract my load.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls and knew I'd reached the point of no return.

Thrusting wildly, my head barely clearing her throat before I crammed it back in. I felt my orgasm building, inescapable now. Still she held her face against the hole, taking every inch as hard as I could give it to her. The pressure in my balls built and built and I knew I had only seconds before I spewed.

I impaled her head with my cock, shoving down her throat with enough force to gag most women but she just knelt there and took it. I felt light-headed as my orgasm built to the exploding point. My balls were boiling but I held back as long as I could, both to savor the moment and to deliver the maximum cum load possible.

Finally I could delay no more. Holding onto one of the handles, I leaned way back again so I could watch the screen. With my free hand I tapped on the wall, hoping to alert her to my imminent eruption. Then I gripped the other handle.

I just managed to grab hold when I spewed a massive squirt of semen into her mouth. I almost passed out from the intensity but I managed to focus on the screen. After taking my first shot in her mouth, she backed away, gripped the base of my cock, and stroked eagerly.

Another spurt blasted out, laying a stripe over one cheek, across her nose, and splattering on her forehead. Her mouth hung open and her tongue stuck all the way out. She smiled up at me, showing her perfect white teeth as she stroked my load onto her face.

On the monitor I saw her tilt her head back. At the bottom of the frame her had was a blur and she jacked my dick. I squirted again, a thick, white line running up her slender neck, over her pixie chin and across her lips, right up the center of her pretty face. My cum hung in a gooey rope over the darkness of her open mouth.

She kept pumping and I just stood there, hips plastered to the wall, ejaculating like a lunatic. My legs felt wobbly as I gave her another thick squirt of semen. This time she put it across her other cheek and it splattered on her sunglasses. Then she leaned forward, engulfing my spurting cock with her warm lips.

On the screen her hand flashed up and down as she jacked my cock. I gave her another squirt, and then another. She bobbed and slurped and slathered, coaxing out my cum. I just stood there and emptied my balls into her willing mouth.

I shot again and again, my spurts growing weaker now. Slowing her hand and backing off the suction a bit, she milked me insistently, determined to drain every bit of my cum. Looking straight up at me, her cheeks bulged slightly with the sheer volume of my load. She extracted a few more drops, slowing even more.

Finally all suction disappeared and her hand stopped moving. With the lightest of licks and lip pressure, she expertly brought me down. She sucked my softening cock for a minute or so, then at last released me from the heat of her mouth.

Sated and a little dizzy, I pulled my half-hard cock from the hole and staggered back.

But the show wasn't over yet.

On the screen the woman looked up at me. Bringing her face closer to the camera, she opened her lips to show the lake of semen that half filled her mouth. Cum dribbled down her chin and her tongue writhed beneath the thick pool of sperm. She closed her mouth and tilted her head back, exposing her long, swan neck. One delicate finger pointed at her slender throat.

It bobbed up and down as she swallowed my massive load. Once, twice, three times she gulped. Looking back into the camera again she opened her mouth to show its emptiness. Holy shit, I thought, she's putting on quite a show.

But she wasn't done yet. With a salacious smile she slowly pushed a streak of cum up her neck, over her chin, and toward her mouth. The back of her finger worked like a tiny plow, pushing a growing puddle of viscous fluid past her greedy lips. One after the other each stripe of cum disappeared into her mouth. Finally she opened wide once again to prove she'd swallowed it all. In the weird green night-vision light, her face shined with the film of semen that remained.

Licking her lips, she gave a little wave and the screen went black.

Show's over, I guessed.

Still a little woozy, I managed to tuck my cock away, zip up, and buckle my belt. I just stood there, catching my breath. Had anyone outside heard? I wondered. Was some young mother or mall cop waiting to pin me with accusing glares? I guess I was about to find out.

I glanced down but the hole had disappeared again. Looking more closely I noticed a hairline grove outlining the oval shape where the opening had been. Nice craftsmanship, I thought. Then I heard a faint tap sound and turned to look. There, in the tray, was a strip of photos. As I watched, the machine ejected a second strip.