Got a Pornophile Jones

From the age of twenty-three to, roughly, fifty- three I was an avid and earnest consumer of pornography. That covered paper backs, magazines, super 8mm before VCR, then videos. When I married this wonderful lady at twenty-six, it didn't wane, if anything, it increased. Her dad and brothers loved porn too, so, she was sort of used to it. We had moved to a larger city in which we had grown up, and among other cultural improvements were two adult bookstores four strip clubs, and one full screen theatre showing porn 24/7. Not to wax political or anything, but after Reagan took office, the bookstores and theater were shut down. Strip clubs found it harder to operate too. There was that whole million dollar waste thing called the Meese Commission on Pornography and we felt the heat, particularly way down south.
I turned my downstairs party room complete with neon beer signs, a bar, and ceiling fans into my own adult bookstore. I painted everything black, took out the fans, removed the bar and installed a wooden booth for viewing coin driven porn from a VCR. It wasn't cheap, and my wife didn't like it very much. In fact, most all of my female friends didn't like it. It also caused a problem like the bar party room did. One night after a party while we were cleaning up two guys walked in the back door. They saw the beer lights and thought it was a bar. I fished two beers out of a cooler and sent them on their way, laughing about the mistake. After the change to adult bookstore I had a neon sign claiming "Adult Mini-Movies " and one advertising "GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS", I usually kept the blinds down and the lights off. But, one night somebody let a couple up and this tall African-American came in thinking he'd found sleaze nirvana, and he was close. I did sell him some paperbacks, magazines and a couple of videos. Not long after I sold all the stuff, including the neon lights on which I made a handsome profit.
If you've read this far, okay, you deserve something. I got a double bj, my wife and her g/f, K. as I sat in that movie booth watching Desiree Cousteau fellate Johnny Holmes. They rubbed their bountiful breasts in my face, and sucked my dick. I spooged their faces the same time big John was doing it to Desiree. Sleaze nirvana, indeed !

By Anonymous

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