We won’t know what you’re renting.” Hardcore Sex “And the price?” “15 bucks.” Ouch. I grabbed the tape and nodded to him. “Got it. Can I have more covers, please?” The counterman shook his head. “You can’t, we don’t allow newcomers to rent more than one *********** tape at a time.” Damn it. I’m sure I’d have found a way to get more if I had Matt here. Doesn’t really matter now. “Okay,” I pouted, “fine.” Once I opened the door and entered the room, the counterman closed it from behind me. All the walls had shelves, and each had a certain theme. Plenty of bondage material, lots of graphic sexual torture and a curious shelf dedicated to tapes with obscene religious imagery. At the wall behind me and beside the door, there were two shelves dedicated to bestiality porn, and that was varied in itself. There were a fair number of Asian porn with octopuses, horses and mares, pigs, bulls and, of course, dog porn. Luckily for me there were as much dog on woman as there were dog on man tapes. “Bless you, Matt,” I thought to myself. I only had one tape, so I took the time to review each back cover to find the best one for me. A perfect option would involve a dog of roughly Baxter’s size, and I found just the one. The dog was actually bigger, and it had a monstrous cock to accompany too, but the video had everything: the man sucking the dog’s cock and then getting fucked in various positions. One of the images on the back even had the man fucking the dog’s ass while another man fucked him. Perhaps that was too wild for me to do, but I was curious to see it anyway. I grabbed the cover in my hands and felt my cock Indian Sex stretching the fabric of my pants. I’ve been half hard ever since I left work to come here, but now that I have what I want in my hands the adrenaline and horniness was almost enough for me to unzip my fly and cum right there, staring at the pussy pictures in the back of the cover. I had no time to lose, though, if I wanted to watch it Indian Porn right away, because my girlfriend Ann would certainly crash at my place after she was finished with work. So I put the tape under my armpit, clumsily rearranged my dick in my pants, then finally took the tape out of its indian original cover and put in the empty one I carried, just as the counterman instructed, then left the room. “You name, please?” The counterman asked me as he reached for a pen. I stuttered for a quick second and then answered, “Brent Talcott.” In hindsight, I have no idea why I chose the name of a real person, and someone I knew at that, but it didn’t matter then, I haven’t seen Brent - Ann’s ex, and a lifelong friend of mine - in years. “Okay, Brent,” he answered. As he hovered the tip of the pen on top of the record book, he looked back at me and added, “Just so you know, we’re going shaved pussy licking to call Matt after you leave and ask him about you. If you’re lying to us, you will be banned from renting other tapes.” I swallowed cold and stuttered “Will! Sorry, it’s William Hendershot, then.” He smiled back at me. “That was a joke. Matt fell for that too when he first came here, you and him are the few who are using your real names, as far as I’m aware. You can call me Dominic, by the way.” That bastard. Dominic then wrote “William Hendershot” in the book with the current date, followed by a comma and “Mattison Curry” next. “All done. 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