“I hereby give myself over to chronic masturba-
tion,” I announced to myself. My words were chopped
up in the ceiling fan and then fell dead in the silent
flat. Traveling alone to Cairns, Australia was excit-
ing in one way. I mean there is the barrier reef and
islands and topless beaches. But in other ways, such
as at nine at night and being in a place where there
were strict blue laws, well it was not so exciting.
But laying in bed and lubing my prick with baby oil
was giving me very little satisfaction. I felt rest-
less. I had to move.
That is why I ended up cruising the bars. One
was sort of fun. I danced with some women but nothing
seemed to spark and the music and noise became too
much to bear. Finally I stumbled on the sidewalk of a
storefront (oh yeah, I guess I drank a few blue tinnies
also) in which the window was blackened out.
It was about a block from the docks where the reef
boats departed and it looked deserted. There was an
“ADULTS ONLY” sign on the painted black glass. I
decided to give it a shot.
The inside was much cleaner and brighter than the
outside would have suggested. The walls were covered
with racks which contained soft porn magazines. Dir-
ectly in front of me was a glass case which contained
various dildos and fake vaginas (one that even
pulsated!). To the right was a curtained entrance way
which had a handwritten sign over top: FIVE DOLLARS –
ALL DAY.
What really caught my eye was who was behind the
counter.
I couldn’t believe that a woman who looked like
that could work in such a place. She appeared to be
in her mid to late twenties, slender, with short blonde
hair.
Contained in a loose string tie top were two perkie
firm looking breasts. She was busy SEWING! of all
things and every time she pulled the thread there was
a solid but definite tremor under her top. Her nipples
stood out as they rubbed against the fabric like the
tips of two pinkie fingers.
“What does five dollars all day mean?” I inter-
rupted her conversation and pointed to the sign.
She looked up, her eyes were blue, and she smiled.
“Those are x-rated movies luv. They run all day.
We’re not allowed to have any of the hard stuff in
print but it’s dinky di if we show movies.”
“Okay, I’ll take a ticket.” I said.
I handed her a fiver and she touched my hand for
a moment.
“We usually don’t get young ones in here,” she
said as she continued to smile at me.
Out of fear I broke the contact but I still
wished to bask in her presence.
“Is that sewing your doing?” I asked.
“Ah Yeah. We have a live sex show coming up soon
and I’m making the costumes. It’s one week from now.
You really ought to come if you are in town.” She
answered.
“Ah! That’s no good,” I said, “I’ll be flying
back to Alice at the end of the week.”
“That’s too bad, luv,” she said as she went back
to her sewing.
Walking through the curtain was like walking
through the entrance of a cave. The room was dimly
lit. Chairs and sofas were arranged in front of a
large screen television. Some men were sitting and
drinking beers they had brought in by the case. I
had a seat and started watching some movie called
star virgin. The girl on screen was shoving a “space”
dildo in her gash and foam started to overflow from
inside her.
For the next few hours that was the only memorable
scene.
At about two in the morning the counter woman came
in and turned off the T.V.. There were only a three of
us left when we were told it was time to leave. Two
other men who were in their sixties at least. Now I
was more frustrated than before. My cock was rock hard
and bulging in my pants and there was no relief in
sight.
As we were getting up to leave the woman smiled
at us and motioned towards our crotches.
“You can’t bloody well leave like that, eh? Have
a seat up here dears.”
She motioned us to several seats in the front.
“If I let you leave with blue balls you won’t be
coming back will you?” she then said.
I looked to the other two men. They looked
bewildered so this obviously was not standard operating
procedure.
We sat in the front and she pulled up a chair in
front of us.
“All right, pull out those cocks. I want to see
how hard our show made them. At this point I needed
little encouragement although I felt a little intimi-
dated by the two older men. It was sort of like
preparing for sex in front of one’s father. The men
next to me pulled out their gnarled and well worn rods
to join my stiff smooth pole.
She leaned over the chair and looked closely at our
members with shining eyes.
“My name is Niki and I want you to slowly start
stroking your cocks, okay?”
Well what was I to do but comply to her wish. We
all started to stroke at different rhythms and styles.
I didn’t know there were different ways to beat off.
Niki stood, stretched and peeled off her top to
reveal two bountiful mounds with an all over tan. She
started to play with her nipples, pinching and squeez-
ing them. She lowered her hands and walked over facing
me, one man on her left and the other on her right. She
smiled again, reached out and grabbed the other two
men’s cocks from their hands. Then leaned over and
lowered her mouth onto mine. No contact was made yet.
She held her mouth wide open and continued to
lower herself until the first wet contact I felt was
in the back of her throat. Then she engulfed the rest
of my cock. I had to think of sweat socks and locker
rooms to keep from cumming right there. She brought
her lovely head slowly back up and nibbled around the
purple head on my dick.
My cock was smooth no more. It was engorged with
blood and the veins strained under the skin for
release. All the while she was stroking the two blokes
beside me.
She began o run her tongue down the underside of
my cock and seeing her pretty face disappear behind my
balls, she probed my asshole with her tongue. Then she
worked her way back up, engulfed me again, pulled slow-
ly off and sat back.
She released the other two men’s cocks. Normally
there would be a protest but she held our attention as
if by a spell.
She stood and peeled off a skirt and panties. She
was a true blonde.
She turned around and bent over looking at us from
between her legs. Her pussy was plump and swollen. It
was pink tinged with a smattering of yellow blonde
hair. She wetted a finger in her mouth then spread the
lips of her cunt for us. She suddenly plunged the
finger in to the knuckle and ached her back as she
moaned.
After moaning she peered back through her legs
and said, “I want you to stroke your cocks. I want
you to stroke your cocks like you would in your wettest
dreams. Tell me when you are ready to cum.
The bloke to my right wasn’t long at all. He
started to literally scream. Our lovely Niki quickly
turned around and kneeled before him.
“Come on my tits, you old bastard” she cupped her
breasts and held them up for him.
He shuddered and a slow stream of cum poured from
the tip of his cock. It dribbled but it seemed it would
never end. It looked like he came a pint of milky
lumpy cum on her tits. The man on my left started to
moan and she quickly moved before him.
“Whack that wanker! I want your cum… come on…
come on!”
The man came in short bursts and small sticky gobs
flew out of his cock onto her tits.
When he had finished she moved in front of me.
She laid the tip of her tongue onto the swollen and
sensitive head of my penis. I immediately came. Cum
seemed to shoot everywhere, into her face and when she
jerked back a long stream shot out and hit the T.V.
screen.
She stood back and started to rub the cum into her
breasts mixing all three of our together.
“Cum again blokes,” she smiled.