Desperate times call for desperate measures. And these were definitely some desperate times for Gwen. She had decided to take matters into her own hands . . . Actually more like she was tired of using her own hands. Gwen needed COCK. RIGHT GODDAMN NOW.
Gwen couldn’t figure out why she was having such a long sexual dry spell — Over a month! — since she knew she was a cute girl with a sweet, petite body and above average fucking skills. It had only been a week in before she got tired of her toys and hands completing the task. After that she found herself shoving pretty much anything phallic shaped up her throbbing quiff. But now enough was enough and Gwen was on a man-meat safari would settle for nothing less . . . That is how she ended at the one place where she knew furiously horny men frequented — A porn shop.
She walked through the aisles while the other patrons (all male) subtly leered at her from behind their porn mags. And then Gwen saw “Jack” . . . At least that’s what she named him since he had whipped out his dick and was openly beating off to her. Gwen stared back mesmerized, feeling her panties go sopping wet beneath her mini-skirt. Even though this guy had to be a real degenerate, Gwen couldn’t help herself from stalking up to him . . . Pushing him to the ground . . . And mounting “Jack” with her ravenous pussy lips engulfing his tube steak whole. She fucked him ruthlessly while every one else (even the store clerk) began stroking off to this real-life porno scenario.
Without another word, a satisfied Gwen got up and left the store. She walked over the trail of spent male bodies slumped in the aisles, drenched in their own semen. A few even used their waning energy to give her a round of applause. And all Gwen could think to herself as she was driving home was “I wonder if they might be hiring”.