2 comments/ 32017 views/ 3 favorites Superstore Revenge Ch. 01 By: chanstevens Introduction – dear readers, this story forms Part 1 of my sequel to the story "Superstore Action" contributed to Literotica by XXXerxes37and 'inspired' by me if you would like to look it up. My Master has helped me to plan this revenge. This takes place 11 years in the future when I am/will be 43 years old. * The superstore manager and his friend are travelling with me in the back of a limo I have hired for the purpose. They are blindfolded. The friend has his hand down the back of my panties and is gently fingering my slightly moist and sticky butthole with his finger tip. The manager has my tits out and is squeezing and slapping one while sucking the other deep into his mouth and biting the flesh. We have been driving for 20 minutes or so and I am already well gone; my pussy is extremely wet, my panties soaked and three fingers of my right hand are sliding slowly in and out, maintaining my arousal and keeping on the edge of orgasm. The index finger and thumb of my left hand have a grip on the manager's nose as he sucks deep on my tits such that to draw breath he must relinquish his mouth's hold on my tit every so often and slobber and gasp for breath. I am also grinding my ass around on the leather rear seat of the limo making it as easy as possible for the friend's finger tip to penetrate my tight sticky asshole and pick up as much of the lubrication my pussy juices and ass juices will afford. They are enjoying this experience as much as I am, for I know that these activities fulfill for them their individual greatest desires and fantasies. Although they cannot see, they are each in their own private sexual heaven. If I required proof of this, I need look no further than the two massive erections being enthusiastically masturbated in front of my eyes by their free hands. I know who is in control every bit as much as they do (me!) and their pleasure is only permitted for as long as it brings me pleasure. My pleasure is immeasurably heightened in the knowledge that these two naked and blindfolded men masturbating beside me, are completely entranced by the sexual delights my body offers to them and which, up till now, I have allowed them free access. They are naked, bodies glistening with the Johnson's baby oil that I had liberally squirted on them earlier. Their erections too are shining in the glare of the limo's rear seat courtesy lights and I smile to myself as I watch them fist furiously on those oily cocks to try to get the necessary friction they require to bring themselves to the point of ejaculation. I try to imagine what is going through their minds. Will I keep them blindfolded and driving around for a long time? Should they masturbate to a climax while they have my body where they want it or will I allow them even greater pleasures for which they should save that first and most powerful eruption of semen from their dicks? If they could see how I was dressed I expect their climax would be even easier to achieve – on those few occasions when my master permits me to be dominant, I have always worn the same outfit – knee high black patent stiletto boots with front laces, sheer black opera length, fully fashioned seamed nylons with a Cuban heel, tightly laced and boned black satin waspie with 16 suspenders with metal clasps, black cotton panties and a black quarter cup bra which lifts and thrust out my 38FF mammaries, black satin opera gloves, black choker and my black latex 'catwoman' mask which forces my long blonde hair up through the narrow channel in the hood to a high pony tail and then to cascade down the centre of my back. The limo arrives at the rear entrance to the stock room of the superstore and I use the toes of my booted feet to nudge each of them in the scrotum ensuring that the front laced boots scrape across the exposed bulbous heads of their cocks. The young black driver joins me and my 'friends' in the back seat to collect his fare. He can't be more than 20 and is extremely over weight – I sink my fingers deeper into my pussy as I shudder with the thought of all that young black flesh within reach! There is more than enough room for him to lie out flat on the floor by the back seats which he does while I rise up, lower my panties to my ankles and straddle his face, squatting so that I can ensure my ass cheeks spread wide for his long and eager tongue. (The driver's 'fare' had been prearranged so no words needed to be exchanged and my 'friends' were unsure what was now happening.) I roughly slapped their blindfold faces and pulled their mouths open so I could spit into them while enjoying the attention my driver's tongue was giving me. I released his very long thick black cock from his uniform trousers and stroked it in rhythm with the tongue fucking he was giving me – I took one of each friend's hands and pulled them to my tits motioning so they would know I wanted them squeezed and slapped. By now the black driver was fully erect so I ripped open his shirt so I could play with his ample belly then leant forward to suck as much of his 10" shaft into my mouth as I could – about 8" I managed. I am finger fucking my pussy, bouncing my ass on the black driver's tongue and bobbing my head up and down on his shaft, enjoying the sensation of the squeezing and slapping of my tits and the power and the revenge still to come. Suddenly overcome with a desire to taste a good measure of hot salty semen but at the same time keep my friends in suspense, I lower my head right over the black shaft until the rigid knob end is embedded right at the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Controlling my gag reflex I bob the back of my throat gently up and down on the rigid shaft, moving one hand round to tickle the driver's balls. My tits are pressed right into his massive belly and I can feel him thrusting upwards to meet me; I squeeze his balls gently and with perfect timing withdraw my head to grip the base of his helmet gently between my teeth and close my lips over his shaft, sealing his knob end completely in my mouth just as his orgasm explodes. I close my eyes and concentrate on willing as large a load of thick hot cream from his ball sack as possible – one, two, three, four, five, six, seven .......... Fourteen, fifteen times his thick cock pulses and with each pulse I am rewarded with copious volumes of the young man's fresh spunk in my mouth. I recalled our arrangement made one week ago – he was to abstain from any form of sex until he had completed his task for me and judging by the massive amount of fresh cum in my mouth, it appeared he had done as he was instructed. If only I could swallow it all down but I had other plans for this load of spunk. Turning to the manager I grabbed his blindfolded face and drew it towards mine. I pressed my lips against his and he, as expected, eagerly opened his mouth expecting my deep French kiss. I opened my lips to oblige his probing tongue and filled his mouth with the black driver's salty parcel and maintained mouth contact while gripping his nose once again with my thumb and index finger. I could sense that the manager was unsure – he had probably worked out that I had deposited a massive load of cum in his mouth and he was aroused and unable to get release from my kiss. Perfect! I rose from my squatting position on the black driver's face and moved round to straddle the manager, now kneeling in front of me as I kept my lips on his and my fingers on his nose. Grabbing his stiff dick roughly between my booted knee caps I managed to sandwich his knob end between my knees right at the top of my boots so that the rough leather and my silky flesh were providing a combined stimulus to his already hypersensitive cock. Back and forth, back and forth, I gyrated my knees faster and faster at the same time lifting my mouth free. The dirty helpless bastard before me opened his mouth and started to gargle the huge load of spunk and spittle in his mouth while fucking my boot tops ever more urgently. He looked so pathetic that I couldn't resist spitting large gobs of saliva onto his blindfolded face and slapping him. I squeezed my knees together as hard as I could and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Spunk on my boots you pathetic worm, and swallow that cum down like a good little boy." His body stiffened like a man shot and I looked over my shoulder to see him spray his cum in massive spurts over the belly of my black driver. Each spurt was huge and must have shot at least 4 feet through the air. I turned back and slapped him again at the same point as he opened his throat to absorb the semen offering in his mouth. I shoved him away and spun round to kneel and lick the spunk off my driver's body – I licked up and swallowed every drop – I think I deserved it. Then I remembered the friend, now standing but still wanking his oily dick 15 inches from my face. I engulf his shaft with my mouth. After all, spunk always tastes better straight from the scrotum! For the second time in 10 minutes, I push my head right over the stiff shaft of a fully erect cock until the knob end is embedded right at the back of my throat. Again I control my gag reflex and bob the back of my throat gently to and fro on the rigid shaft. Sometimes a cock will discharge a few spurts of watery seminal fluid prior to the full onset of orgasm and this is just such an occasion as I feel the runny liquid dribble right down to my tummy. Desperately resisting the reflex reaction of my throat to close over and eject this throbbing male member, I gurgle and splutter with delight, my own impending 2nd orgasm brought on by the sense of near asphyxia until the friend thrust his shaft forward and with a roar unleashes one massive ejaculation of sperm deep into my thorax. Time stood still as it seemed like a tap had been turned on in this guy's dick and I thought I was going to die, drowned in a fresh load of hot spunk. Then he withdrew his stiff member and I was able to gulp, savouring the taste of the very fresh, very large discharge I had received. I had no time to recover as I had to regain my composure – thankfully the sound of the rear door of the limo opening and the cool blast of night air brought me to my senses. To be continued in part 2 Superstore Revenge Ch. 02 Yes, good, there was 'No 1', just as I had arranged the previous day, opening the door so that he and the other 3 of my 4 helpers could assist me in the next stage of my revenge. They were waiting for the arrival of the limo at the Superstore stockroom, scene of my previous humiliation. 'No. 1' was the leader, not because he was a natural leader, but because I had made him the leader and the others had no choice to accept. But perhaps I should explain a little more for you, reader? If you have read 'Superstore Action' you will be aware that the Superstore manager had 4 accomplices to assure my 'co-operation' in his domination and humiliation of me as he used and abused me for his sexual satisfaction and for theirs! Well, I had lost no time after that experience in ensuring that not only would those young men never participate in any humiliation of mine ever again, but in fact they would be enlisted to help me carry out my revenge! Indeed, as I had time to reflect upon a plan to enrol them into my service, I decided that they would very well suffice to become a permanent 'harem' to serve my sexual purposes on an ongoing basis. For one week following that experience, I had hatched my plan with the help of Mr Butt. It had been his idea that we should make an 'instructional movie' with which to ensnare the four young workers in the Superstore and train them into my service. So, I took a week off work. The manager could hardly protest as I would more than likely report him for his treatment of me (there had been many witnesses to my humiliation that night as he had me led around the store on two occasions). During that week, Mr Butt worked with me to produce the best movie I had ever made up to that point. Every day at 6.00am we filmed one short scenes for inclusion in my special DVD of instructional movies. In each scene I was dressed differently and outrageously sexily while Mr Butt was naked and fiercely erect. At 6.00am every morning, Mr Butt was horny, extremely horny, especially as he had had 24 hours to recover from his previous orgasm and had spent the last hour in bed with me teasing and arousing him, easily bringing him to the brink of orgasm several times but never quite allowing him the pleasure of a full release. For example, the first morning I wore sheer to waist shiny tan pantyhose and Mr Butt's favourite black platform knee boots while I knelt in front of him to suck his erection to completion. He held one camera and another was fixed beside my head to get a close up view of my oral activities. I spoke to the camera as if my young co-workers from the superstore were there beside us. "Well boys, I hope you enjoyed what you did to me last week? You did? Good, I have a proposition for you. From now on, you will do as I tell you, whatever that is. You will finish any relationships you have with girls your own age and abstain from all sexual contact with girls and abstain from masturbation to completion. Why? Because in return for your total obedience to me, I shall be allowing you to masturbate your stiff young penises for me and to empty your copious volumes of young man's semen into my mouth , pussy and asshole, not once, but twice every day. Each morning, before we start work and each evening when we finish. Watch closely, the scenes on this DVD, if you are perhaps doubtful whether this is a good deal for you. You will see how under my oral and masturbation techniques, even a fat old man like this (motioning towards Mr Butt) can ejaculate massive loads of fresh semen into me day after day. You will also see and hear form his reaction, how much pleasure he is receiving from me every day. He has agreed to share me with you in return for your total obedience to me as I have to get revenge on the Superstore Manager." I then sucked feverishly on Mr Butt's stiff cock, wanking the fat hard shaft and tickling under his heavy balls and tight, sweaty little asshole. Sure enough, after about a minute, he was in ecstasy, bucking his pelvis outwards to meet my thrusting mouth and using his free hand to wank his thick shaft, withdrawing it so as to wank it more urgently, until at the 90 second mark, his balls tightened, the shaft twitched, he whispered, "Ooh Fuuckk!" and 5 or 6 sticky dollops of thick salty spunk shot forth from his urethra into my open mouth and from there quickly gulped into my greedy tummy. As he was recovering I licked off every drop like a true porn star, knowing the young co-workers would be glued to the action and feverishly freeing their own erections from their pants. Turning to the camera, I reinforced the point. "Yes boys, twice a day, this could be you! Chantelle is a greedy girl and she knows what she's doing. I may be 43 years old, but fresh young spunk 8 times a day is just what I need to keep me young at heart!" When all the scenes were finished, I spent a pleasant weekend editing them onto DVD and made 4 copies for my young co-workers. On the Monday morning, I rose early at 5.30am while my Master was still asleep and went to the bathroom to prepare. I shower slowly, enjoying the stream of warm water on my body, playing with my clitoris and thrusting soapy fingers deep inside my pussy. Fuck! I feel horny! Am I going to show those guys! I have to have an orgasm so I stand with my head thrown back and my mouth open letting the warm jet of water soak my face, water filling my mouth and running down my chin and tits. I imagine it is a flood of hot spunk and arouse myself with my fingers. As I near the point of no return, I start to swallow as much of the water as I can. It doesn't taste as good as spunk but its all I can get without waking Mr Butt. My fingers thrust deeper into my pussy and I feel the rush of blood which signals the impending orgasm. Yes! I bring myself over the edge; wave after wave of orgasm racks my body and I gargle the water as I would gargle a massive cumload but have to spew the water out over my thrusting tits and flat tummy for fear of vomiting with the volume I have already swallowed! 25 minutes later I emerge, dressed in my favourite tight white lambswool sweater, no bra and nipples sticking fully erect into the soft material. Hair tied back in a high pony with a red bauble, bright red tarty lips and nails, red studded choker, my tight white corset with 10 suspenders, white seam free 1950's nylons, white cotton panties, red Royal Stewart tartan flared micro skirt and red 6.5" patent high heels. It is now 6.30am and I should be going if my plan is to work properly. I assume my Master will still be sleeping so I head for the front door rather than wake him. If he saw me like this I might never get to work! I turn the corner and walk straight into him! Shit! What a fright! He is naked and fiercely erect, wanking and looking at me in an all too familiar way. "No Master, please!" I protest. "You know I have to be in early today so our plan will work!" "If you are good, this won't take long." He replies. "Now kneel down for me, with your head back, mouth open and tongue out as far as it will go! I heard you in the bathroom and now it's my turn to come" I hurried to obey; it was no use to resist; and anyway, a sticky load from Mr. Butt would warm me up for the short trip to the store. He was right. It didn't take long! Kneeling, I looked up into his eyes, moaning and flicking my tongue over the knob end; willing him to come quickly as he stroked his fat erection. My tongue was sticking right out, the tip nearly down to my chin as he chose to press the underside of his sensitive knob end on it, just where my bottom teeth gave him some purchase to fuck my mouth. I knew he loved to watch his ejaculation squirt onto my tongue and gather in a sticky pool, before gravity did its job and drew the tick fluids down, down to the back of my throat. His body stiffened, his right hand pressed own on the top of his dick to ensure maximum friction on the soft flesh of my tongue and within seconds he was grunting as the spasms racked his body – one, two, three – I could feel the semen pulsing out of him onto my tongue - four, five – so thick it was still captured on my outstretched tongue – six – now a trickle was starting to make its way down – seven, eight – now a flood, a deluge cascaded down towards its final resting place so I was forced to close the back of my throat to catch it rather than risk punishment – a pause in his ejaculation so I raised my tongue to gather the whole parcel to gargle the salty semen. "There's more, there's more." he says. And there is. A tiny seed of his thickets spunk from the deepest part of his testicles squeezes forth from his knob end and the millions of sperm it represents joins the ten million companions that are gathered at my tonsils. "GrrlGrrlGlllGrrllG" I gargle the delicious protein pool and then open my throat to ingest it deep inside my belly. "Gulp!" "Fuck!" I think to myself. "Much tastier than water, and a bonus I wasn't expecting" "Thank you, sir!" I say out loud. He grabs my face roughly and spits into my open mouth, leaning forward to kiss me deeply and rubbing his still hard cock onto my lambswool covered titties. "You'd better get a move on! You don't want to be late." He says, and rises to head for the bathroom. I still manage to get to work a little earlier than usual so I am in the locker room when my young co-workers arrive. I have 4 envelopes marked on the outside with 'No 1' to 'No 4' – inside each is a copy of the DVD, a note with my mobile phone number and the message "Text 'YES' to me tonight if you want to start tomorrow, then be in the locker room at 7.00am prompt tomorrow". I didn't anticipate any problems!