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Bookstore

By: MungoParkIII



The weather was terrible, windy and, for the last twenty minutes or so, the rain went from what you might call steady to a downpour.  As dark as the skies were it didn't look like it would subside anytime in the near future.  That is why Marc was surprised to suddenly hear the bell ring as someone stepped into the front door.  As he glanced up from behind the counter, he could see a woman trying to shake off some of the water from her hair and clothes.

Looking closer he could see that even though she had an umbrella, she was completely soaked.  Her hair was a complete mess and her blouse was so wet it was practically transparent.  Although business was normally moderate at the bookstore, she was Marc's first customer of the day and with the weather, she would probably be his only customer.

Marc saw her look over to him as she said, "My umbrella kind of went crazy, do you mind if I leave it here at the door?"

"No, just lean it against the wall there," he replied, trying to avert his eyes from the outline of her breasts and very erect nipples.  It wasn't easy.

Placing the umbrella against the wall she took a deep breath and said, "Oh I love the smell of books, just something about it makes me want to reach out and touch each and every one.  And then when I get to read them it is even more special."

Marc smiled and nodded, a bit too flustered as the sight of her breasts to say anything.  Fortunately the woman had walked down between some shelves and was out of sight so he could try to regain some of his composure.  Reaching down and adjusting his erection he pined his neck to see if she was in sight.

After a few minutes he saw her appear and move down another aisle.  Able to just see her head he watched as she moved deliberately down each section of shelving.  Moving to another aisle, Marc could see all of her, but because she was turned away from him he missed seeing her breasts.  As she went down a section she pulled out an occasional book, held it to her nose and breathed in.  She then would run her hands over the cover and then finally open it to glance inside.

Most of the books she pulled out she put back, but Marc could see her take an occasional book, gently touch her lips to the spine and then slip it into the stack she was apparently planning to buy.  He could see what seemed like the slightest tremble in her hands as she did this.  He suddenly noticed her looking at him and realized she had asked him a question.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, 'The store is very well organized.  You do a good job.'"

"Oh thank you, but I don't do it alone.  Normally there are a number of people here, but with the weather several couldn't make it in because of the flooding."

"It didn't bother you."

"Oh I live nearby so I didn't have to worry too much," he said, moving from behind the counter to get a little closer so they didn't have to shout to each other.

"Oh, there you are.  I guess this is better than shouting against the store," she said as she saw him standing at the end of the aisle.

"I hope I didn't startle you."

"No, I saw you moving away from the counter, just wasn't sure exactly where you were heading," she said, as her hands moved sensuously over a book cover.

Marc smiled.

Realizing what she was doing she looked at him and said, "I just love the texture of some of these."  She was facing him now and he had to fight to keep looking at her face.

"I get to shelve them occasionally, I know what you mean.  Kind of smooth, but just the slightest hint of..."

As he was talking she had walked directly toward him and now stood so close that the stack of books she was holding was the only thing between his chest and her breasts.  Marc didn't move as she took her books, placed them on a shelf and leaned against him, pressing her breasts against his chest.  When she looked up at him, Marc tilted his head and kissed her, immediately opening his mouth and slipping his tongue in.

She grabbed him and pulled him as she backed against one of the shelves.  Marc fell towards her clumsily knocking a number of books from the shelves.  She pulled her blouse over her head and Marc immediately began sucking on her nipples.  Tossing her blouse aside, she knocked a few more books onto the floor.

By the time she had her pants off and moved down onto the floor, she was on a small stack of books, but as Marc fumbled with his pants he was simply too distracted to notice or care.  She opened her legs as he kneeled down and leaned toward her, watching her take his cock and guide it into her pussy.

She was wet and he slid in easily, pushing his cock to the hilt.  He then slowly withdrew and pushed back into her.  While he was doing this, she had pulled some books onto top of her so as he leaned onto her with each thrust, the books were pressed between them.  She also had one book up near her face where she was sniffing, smelling the book.

With just a few more thrusts she moaned loudly and came, her pussy gently squeezing his cock again and again.  The sensation of her wet softness and the gentle squeezing sent him over the edge and he shoved deep into her and came, spurting his cum deep inside her.  He then collapsed on her, uncomfortably pinching several books between their bodies.

They remained together in the stack of books as his cock slowly shrank and then slipped out of her.  The then pulled the books away and stood up.  Collecting their clothes they quickly dressed and Marc returned to the counter and she continued moving slowly down the aisles.  Later, Marc returned and replaced the books they had knocked down as she continued shopping.

When the lady checked out Marc was still able to see through her blouse and he felt a tingling between his legs as he remembered sucking on those nipples.  It took a while to ring up all her books but after she paid Marc said, "Well, at least the weather is not as bad for you."

Looking though the window she replied, "Yes, good thing because my umbrella is useless and I wouldn't want to get my books wet.  They are so special to me."  She then reached up, gently touched him on the cheek and then turned to walk out of the store.

Bookstore Activities



The Corner Bookstore was not a widely known establishment, as it had not been around for many years and it was not well advertised. It was a fairly small store front, which hardly any chain business would find useful. The parking was some what awkward, so if there had ever been any large shipments to the store, it would have been nearly impossible to get the truck in reasonably close. Not to mention that there was only one door in and out, so that would have limited anything terribly large. Thankfully, The Corner Bookstore did not receive any large shipments. There would be no where to put it, and no need for it. It was a "used books" store, where many books were donated or sold to the store by people around town... It was the type of shop that played NPR on the radio and had hand written signs as to the different sections of the store. 

Only two people ever worked at a time, two of them being the husband and wife that owned the store. The other two were Gary and Ali, Gary being the "manager" and Ali being the "clerk". In truth, the manager position was more name than real responsibility, or at least the way Gary and Ali made it that way. Ali helped Gary with many of the responsibilities that he was assigned, such as stats and counting the money at the end of the night, and Gary helped Ali with many of the responsibilities that she was assigned, like vacuuming the floors and putting books away. Strictly speaking, Gary was in charge, but in truth they worked as a team to get things done. This was due in part to Gary starting the job later than Ali, Ali starting just a few weeks earlier. The owners had left it to Ali to show how things generally ran, so Gary did not feel comfortable giving Ali instructions like a normal manager would. Ali was also very intuitive as to what needed to be done and what took priority, so even if she had started after him, Gary would still not needed to give Ali many instructions. Both found this arrangement ideal, and both felt they could trust the other to work hard until the job was done.

Work at The Corner Bookstore was slow. By the time Gary and Ali had started the owners had gotten all the organization issues out of the way, and everything was pretty lax, which the owners enjoyed highly. They were an older couple, and had gone in to the business not really to make money but to enjoy the books they had in the store. It was a sort of continuous retirement adventure. They hired Ali and Gary because both were young and would perhaps keep young people coming back once they came in. The owners worked mornings while Gary and Ali worked evenings, five days a week. The store was not open Sundays and Mondays. Soon after Gary was hired, Ali told him that they had a hard time finding someone else to work, since most people in their early twenties like to go out at night. 

Gary and Ali did not mind though, as they were usually out of the store by 9:30 pm, and they did not have to be at work in the afternoon, so they could sleep in. Both found it to be their dream job. Neither was the type that liked to rush about, so they could enjoy the slow pace of things. They also were both consistent readers, so working somewhere they could read while working and get a discount on books was a huge perk. They also found that they had many things in common. They had a pretty consistent out look on things, which was relaxed and calm, not getting too worked up about things. If someone brought in a bunch of books to be sold, and then itemized and shelved, they smiled and took their time, knowing that they had something to do the rest of the night.

When Gary was newly hired, Ali showed him where things went and how the books were kept in order. Things were a little bit tense at first, since they did not know each other and they would be spending a lot of time together, but they quickly got used to each other, and found many of the things they had in common. They had some wonderful discussions about the shows they watched as kids, their high schools, their families and their backgrounds. After a week or so, Ali mentioned that she was still on the same book as the last week, which hadn't happened yet, since she was now talking when before she would read. It was obvious though that she didn't mind, and as time went by they really started to become friends. Gary felt like he didn't really have anyone before that he could share his thoughts with as openly, and Ali appreciated that Gary was willing to listen and wanted to share. Work was fun for both of them, and they looked forward to the next day when work would start again. Though Gary enjoyed working with Ali, he was very cautious of his relationship with her. 

First of all he wanted to be professional, and technically he was her manager, so it would be strange if he showed interest beyond friendly co-workers. Secondly he was intimidated by her. She was very nice, warm and friendly, there was no doubt about that, but she was also very pretty. She was around 5'6", medium build, with a charming face and smile. She had brown eyes and dark brown, shoulder length hair. She was not skinny, but she was not fat in anyway, but simply had a great feminine physique. Gary definitely could appreciate her physical attributes. All of this however was not encouraging to him, since he felt she was far more attractive than he was. He was taller, about 6'3", and pretty thin, not the normal male physique. He had a similar hair color to Ali, though he wore glasses. He felt like she would not think much of him because he was thinner than she was. He thought his teeth were kind of gross, and figured overall he was too much of a dork for Ali to consider him. All of this though was not really much of a debate in his head. He just assumed that she would never think of him as anything more than a great boss, and would never feel the underlying attraction to him that he felt for her. 

Gary was in fact ignoring signs from Ali that someone outside of the situation would have picked up on in a fairly short period of time. Ali had wondered for a time about his reserve, and wondered if he had a girlfriend or something. The similarities between them seemed so remarkable and their ease with each other seemed so likely that she figured he was taken and was just being nice. This assumption was soon found to be false, through a few responses in different conversations between the two that would never have stood out to a guy, but easily traced by a girl. After figuring out that he was indeed single, she reasoned out why he seemingly ignored the obvious that they were very well suited for one another. 

Knowing that he was held up by his position and by his own low self-esteem, Ali started to do things that would very very slowly get things going between the two, again, things that would have become fairly obvious to someone outside the situation, but to Gary were either unnoticed or unfathomable. Ali proceeded very slowly, so as not to overwhelm Gary, but she still proceeded. Ali had always been a firm believer in keeping make-up for special times (something Gary appreciated - if a girl is pretty without make-up, she is stunning with!), but she decided it was time to show Gary that her times with him were special. She began to wear just a little bit, not enough that Gary would consciously notice, but definitely increase her appeal. This worked wonderfully, and Gary found himself more and more attracted to her already beautiful face. Next she began to introduce a little sexuality into their relationship. They had never talked about anything remotely sexual, and never had mentioned their dating relationship before, so this would seem like an awkward proposition to start. However, Ali was quite clever, and had an intensive plan. 

The first step to this was to change the types of books that she recommended Gary read. Gary and Ali had had many discussions about books (they DID work in a bookstore after all), and they had started a custom to recommend books to each other. Usually the pattern went one recommended book, one of their own book choices, and so on. It must be noted that the fact that this was well established illustrates that things had not moved quickly, though they had found each other attractive from the get go. All of Ali's book recommendations up until then had been pretty clear of any sexual content, mostly because they were kid's novels. This time, however, Ali recommended a book that she knew had a sex scene in it. It was not an explicit scene, but it was definitely there. She of course did not mention this to Gary, who was thrown for a loop when it came up. Rereading the scene, Gary's thoughts strayed into thinking about himself and Ali... He quickly pulled back to reality. Ali seemed off limits, and decided that she must have forgotten it was there, so did not mention, even in passing, to her. Ali assumed that this would be the case, so she was not put off. Every step, though it may be small, was a step forward.

Ali next took on the task of showing Gary that it would be ok for them to be together, despite the work relationship. She began arriving early, and started having conversations about Gary with the owner's wife. Ali pretended to not really have thought about them together, but talked about him fondly in front of her. It soon dawned on the older lady that Ali was indeed attracted to Gary, and even confronted Ali with this, asking what was with the hold up. Ali, however simply blushed, and pretended like she had to go to the bathroom. When Gary arrived that day, she told him that he ought to ask Ali out, since it seemed obvious to her that they both liked each other. Gary tried to hold back a smile (failing miserably), but also tried to side step the situation. 

As Ali had hoped, there soon began to be a bit of pressure from the older lady for the two of them to get together. At first it was not as direct, but one day she said that she'd "see you two love birds tomorrow". They had both blushed furiously, and pretended to ignore it. Gary found himself thinking mostly about Ali, and though he finally admitted to himself that the professional relationship thing was out the window, though she was still much more attractive than he was. He was also again led to think of himself and Ali sexually by another book that had a sex scene in it, this time going on with a little more detail. Gary found himself imagining both of them on a deserted beach, Gary in swim trunks, Ali in a white bikini, the waves crashing over them as they swam and splashed each other in the ocean. As the sun started to set, a rather large wave pushed Ali into Gary's arms, and neither made any move to change the situation. Ali's bikini top inexplicably became loose, and her breasts came out from behind the fabric, her nipples erect, grazing Gary's chest. 

Ali looked up innocently into Gary's eyes, and he bent over, and they kissed. Ali's hands run through Gary's hair and on his back, Gary taking Ali around the waist. They finish the kiss, and Ali looks at Gary, smiling happily, and reaches back behind her neck, untying the knot, and the top falls to the water between the two. Gary finds himself running his hands down, and they slide underneath the bikini bottom, as he massages her ass. Continuing to kiss, Ali uses her hands to untie the knots on either side of her waist, and Gary feels the fabric fall away from the tops of his hands. He starts to look down at her beautiful naked body, when...

"Gary, I'm going to the bathroom, k?" Ali says brightly, her face popping out from behind the other side of the bookshelf. Still recovering from being shocked out of his day dream, Gary nods absently. He soon realizes that this was almost identical to a scene from the latest book Ali recommended. What was up with that? Gary wondered. What was with all the sex? He didn't really mind thinking about it, it was quite nice actually, though it had just now produced a rather uncomfortable situation. He also noticed that Ali's dress had started to take a little turn. Where she had used to dress in jeans and a polo shirt, which she definitely looked very nice in (those jeans fit very nice), she was now wearing things nicer, and seemingly more risqué. One night she had worn some tight black pants (Gary could hardly stop himself from looking at her ass when she was turned away from him) and a low cut red v-neck, showing a little cleavage when standing up, and a lot of cleavage when she bent over (which he enjoyed every time, though he tried very hard to make sure he was not caught doing). 

Another night she had worn some incredibly short shorts which seemed to barely cover her roundness, and a tighter than tight t-shirt that made her nipples extremely obvious. Tonight she was actually wearing a skirt that came down to her thighs with a triangular slit running up almost to her hips, and a matching spaghetti strap top that came pretty far down her chest. He had found himself wondering if she had a bra on, but figured from the lack of nipples showing that she had on a strapless. Suddenly he realized what he was thinking, and tried again tried to shift gears. He would have to try harder to not think of sex around Ali, since it would only make it harder to accept that he would never hook up with her. Just then, Ali came out of the restroom.

"So, what did you think of the book I recommended?" Ali asked, not quite realizing what incredible timing she had just had. She knew that this was the steamiest sex scene yet of any of the books, and being a significant part of the plot there was little way that Gary could ignore it.

"Uh, it was, uh..." Gary stammered. How could he say what he was thinking, that it was incredible, especially the beach part, and it had led him to thinking about her... Gary's mind reeled, and he found himself asking a question he had not himself thought of asking until he did, but he wondered about the answer after it came out. "What's with these books lately?"

A moment's pause, as Ali's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Gary paused, trying to figure out how to state it. Slowly he said," I guess I mean that the last three books have had some pretty, umm, mature scenes in them. I was kind of surprised." There, Gary thought, that was good.

Ali again paused. She hadn't expected Gary to be quite this direct, but then her confidence came back and she said simply, "Well, I didn't want you to think I was a dork. I mean, what kind of person only reads kids books. I wanted you to know I also read adult books too."

"Adult books?" Gary said jabbing, before he had thought of what he was saying. He quickly felt a wave of guilt and was going to apologize, but then Ali spoke.

"Not adult books, I mean books that adults read."

"So you don't read adult books?" Gary asked, with a sense of boldness.

"Not usually..." Ali said, in a mocking seductive voice. Gary blushed at this, and Ali laughed. "Aww, that was so cute!"

"What was cute?" Gary asked defensively, embarrassed by his embarrassment.

"You, there, you blushed and all. Can't handle talking about big adult things, can you?" Ali said, rejoicing with the knowledge that they would be soon entering into a discussion about sex.

"I can handle it; I just don't want to freak you out."

"Hey, I'm fine," she said, striking a fashion model pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, and looking up. This made Gary laugh, and felt a little less tension. 

"I don't think you're a dork, anyways." Gary said. 

Ali wasn't surprised by this, but she was flattered, and blushed, looking away. Picking up a book from the box in between them, and turning to put it on the shelf, she asked "So, have you read any adult books?"

"Aww, Ali!" Gary said, amidst Ali's giggling. "I thought that was over."

"Over? It never started. Come on, who was the first girl you slept with."

"Ali, I hardly think that we should be-"

"Talking about this? Who cares? There's no one here, and besides, you're the one who brought it up." Ali looked over at Gary, and smiled, knowing that she was giving him a hard time.

"Hey, you're the one who keeps giving me these books that have all sorts of sex in it. What's up with that?"

"Well to normal people that would be obvious..." Ali said under her breath.

"I don't really get it," Gary said, still going on. "And what's with the way you've been dressing lately?" He put his book on the shelf, and turned towards her, and stopped. She was in the process of putting a book on the bottom shelf, her ass pointed right at Gary. As she bent over, the skirt ran higher and higher up her legs, getting dangerously close to her ass. Gary thought it was lasting forever, and it really was happening slowly, because Ali was purposefully taking her time. Still leaning over, she looked back at him, their eyes meeting. The spit second seemed to last minutes, as Ali looked intimately at Gary. Then, normal time came back, and Ali looked back at what she was doing.

They went on shelving books for a few minutes in a sort of strange silence. Both were hoping for something to happen, though neither wanted to scare the other off. Ali continued to try to show off, bending over so Gary could see all her cleavage. She noticed him looking, but he wasn't going for it. She kept up the heat, and took it up a notch.

"Gary, could you answer a question honestly?" Gary was a little scared, but told her of course.

"This will sound silly, but do I look fat?"

"Oh God no! You're, you're, not fat at all!" Gary said adamantly.

"But you are skinnier than me! I must be fat."

No, I'm abnormal. I'm not normal. You are very,umm..." He looked up at Ali. She had an innocent look on her face that he bought fully. She also expertly placed her hands at the point on her shirt that the straps met the shirt, pulling it down slightly and drawing attention to her chest. Gary glanced away.

"You aren't fat Ali."

"Gary, you're just saying that. You hardly looked at me. Come on..." Gary's mind raced. She actually wants me to look at her! He faced her again, now purposefully looking over every part. He looked at her face, still with the innocent look that he bought completely. He moved his gaze down her neck to her chest, definitely enjoying that. He looked farther down, and reaching her hips, Ali turned sideways, moving her butt towards him, as if suggesting he looks there too.

"Ohh!" Gary sighed in appreciativeness of how hot Ali was.

"Oh no! You think my butt is fat!" Ali said, pretending to be quite upset.

"No, Ali, that's not what I meant!"

"Why did you sigh like that then?"

"It's just, you- you- well, you've got a great ass!"

"You think so?" Ali said, smiling and looking down at her butt.

"I told you I wouldn't lie" Gary said, looking away shyly. Damn it, Ali thought, now what? She was starting to get horny, and really wanted something to happen. 

"What about my boobs? They're too big, aren't they?" she said, turning back around, cupping her breasts and looking at them.

"Oh, Ali!"

"What? I just want your opinion," she said, still cupping them, but now looking at him.

"I just, I mean, you are so, so..."

"Yeah?" Ali said, and just then one of the straps on her shirt fell off her shoulder, as if she willed it to happen.

"I, wow..." Gary said, and he absent mindedly reached over and put her strap back on her shoulder. He jerked his hand away, and as he did, he hit the bookshelf. Ali and Gary looked up to the top, where they heard a clatter, and then water poured out of a bucket that neither had seen on top, spilling all over Ali and drenching her completely. They looked at each other in shock. Ali's clothes were clinging to her very tightly, and Gary could see her stomach and even a little depression where her bellybutton was. They looked at each other again, and then at a clock. It was only a few minutes before closing time.




Bookstore Activities



"Are you alright?" Gary asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but just really wet. Is there a towel around here?"

"Yeah, it's in the back." Gary brought Ali a large hand towel, and she dried her hair. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't get in my car like this, I'll ruin everything."

"I'd give you a ride but I ride the bus," Gary said, now admiring her soaked figure. A few seconds later, Ali had an idea.

"Hey, isn't there a dryer in the closet by the register?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it, there is."

"Ok, well, I'll go behind this bookshelf and hand you my clothes. Then you go put them in the dryer."

"Why can't you put them in the dryer?" Gary asked absently.

"Well I can't go walking past the windows naked, and this isn't exactly big enough to wear, is it?" Ali said, holding up the hand towel.

"Oh, I guess not," Gary said, blushing and looking away.

"Alright," Ali said, disappearing behind the bookshelf. Gary heard some rubbing noises, and then Ali said "Shirt" and sure enough it was Ali's wet shirt, Ali passing it around the bookshelf. A second later it was "bra" and Ali's bra appeared. Gary took it, and felt himself getting excited. Whoa, he thought, this is crazy. A few seconds later, "skirt" and Gary took Ali's skirt. Then "thong" and Ali's hand was holding up her thong. Gary took it and smiled even more brightly. He turned and walked towards the dryer.

"Gary!" Ali called. Gary turned around and Ali was peaking out from the bookshelf. "Put it on low heat, ok?"

"Won't that take longer?" Gary asked.

"Yeah, but it won't shrink." Gary did it, and then walked back to the end of the bookshelf. He leaned his back against it.

"So..." Gary said.

"Yeah, I guess this is going to get a little boring, huh? I mean, we can't even see each other."

"Yeah..."

"I guess I could, I don't know..." Ali said, trailing off.

"What?"

"Well, I mean..." Ali said, again trailing off. Then Gary got a great idea.

"Why don't I give you my shirt? I mean, that way you don't have to stay back there all alone."

Ali paused. "I guess we could do that, yeah..."

Gary pulled off his shirt, and handed it back to Ali.

"You want my pants too? I mean, I have on boxers," Gary said quickly.

"No, they wouldn't fit, I'm too fat, remember?" Ali said back to him.

"Ali, look, you're not fat. I was trying to say it before, but I think you-" Gary stopped suddenly, because Ali had just come around from the bookshelf in his t-shirt. Even though he was tall, his shirt was just barely big enough on Ali. Ali held on to it with both hands, stretching it, and even so Gary could hardly believe it covered her ass. Her breasts were also stretching it more, and the white shirt was see-through on many places because she was still set when she put it on. Her nipples especially were present like they weren't covered at all. She looked down and seemed sad.

"I'm so fat it doesn't even fit."

"Oh, you aren't fat Ali!"

"Yeah right. Let's just finish with these books, ok?" Ali said, pretending to be annoyed. She quickly bent over and took a large book in her hands, then stretched up on her tippy toes to put it on the shelf. There was no doubt about it, her ass was fully exposed. Gary had stopped and gazed lustfully at her. She noticed and couldn't contain a brief smile of pride. Gary's illusions of her innocence vanished. He watched as she now made no attempt at pulling down on the shirt at all, and now it stopped just above her legs, exposing everything below. She was stunning, with wonderful curves and no bony parts. She had shaved her pubic hair into a nice trim triangle, which flashed before Gary unprotected. Gary didn't know what to say, as the gig was definitely up. Ali continued to shelve books though as if nothing had happened, so he did to, just waiting to see what would happen when they finished. After much gazing by Gary and sexiness by Ali, the box was empty, and Ali sat down, leaning against the bookshelf across from Gary, with her legs crossed gracefully. 

Gary sat down across from her, her feet right next to his legs. Ali closed her eyes and looked up. After a few seconds of stillness, Gary decided that it was time for him to do something. He moved his legs so that Ali's feet were between his legs. Then he took her left foot and gently started massaging it. Ali moaned softly, and smiled too, though she did not look at him. He continued, and then moved to the right foot, purposefully putting the left foot directly on his now quite stiff penis. Ali stroked it with her toes while she enjoyed the massage. Gary leaned forward, slowly running his hands up Ali's legs. He reached her hips, and sat down on her thighs, and put his hands under the t-shirt at her waist. He slowly moved his hands up, moving the t-shirt up with them, until the shirt started to bunch up at her breasts. He took her arms and raised them up, and then slowly pulled the shirt over her wonderful breasts, now fully exposed. He pulled the shirt up and off of her, leaving Ali completely naked. He took her face in her hands, and kissed her softly on her lips. She opened her eyes, and looked searchingly into his. He simply said softly that she was beautiful. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed again, though this time quite passionately. Ali moved her hands to his waist and gave a gentle push, which he understood. They stopped kissing so he could get off her legs, and then continued again, now Gary leaning against the shelf. As they continued to kiss, Gary took Ali's breasts in his hands and gently caressed them, giving them a gentle squeeze. She stopped kissing and scooted close to him, her naked pussy now up against Gary's stomach and her breasts right in his face. He put his mouth to one and sucked hard on her nipple, then moved to the other, giving them kisses the whole time. Ali grinded against Gary, now grabbing his hands and putting them on her ass. He squeezed and massaged, now and then getting lighter and heavier. They did this for several minutes, until Ali pulled away, and moved back a bit, unbuttoning Gary's pants and pulling them down. Gary kicked them off, and they did the same with his boxers. 

Ali then leaned forward, and plunged Gary's penis into her mouth. She sucked and licked and Gary felt like he never had before. He started to get ready to come, but just then Ali stopped, and pulled him down on the ground, Ali on top. They kissed and grabbed at whatever they could reach. Finally, Ali got on Gary, took his penis and put it right up to her pussy. She eased herself down, and Gary eased himself in. They started kissing again, both loving every second of it. They started to get in a groove, Gary thrusting in and out, and Ali moaned, and grabbed her breast with one hand, pinching her nipple, and steadied herself with the other. Ali felt her orgasm come, wave after wave crashing over her. She moaned softly, and felt Gary's thrusting suddenly pick up, then he started moaning too. They both finished, and Ali pulled herself up and Gary out of her. Gary held her in his arms, and they lay on the floor for a while. 

After looking into each others eyes, and kissing lots, Ali smiled.

"I bet you didn't expect that tonight, huh?"

"Nope, I sure didn't," he said, smiling brightly. They lay for a while longer, when the dryer buzzed. Gary grabbed his shorts and pants and put them on, and went and got Ali's clothes. 

"Seems like a shame now, to put them on. I like you looking at me."

To be continued...



Bookstore & More



I have always been highly sexed but always kept it restricted to girls. All this changed one day. I will never forget that day – it was the day I got my first blowjob from a man. I had gone to my favorite bookstore and got a hand full of tokens and picked out one of the booths in the back of the store. I had watched most of a movie about a big titted bitch sucking a big cock. I had my own cock out and was slowly stroking it when to my surprise my booth door opened and a man stepped in. Realizing I had failed to lock the door I did not know what to do. There I set with my cock in my hand in front of a stranger. 

"Oh... sorry," he said and then with his eyes glued to the screen he exclaimed, "Oh man! That is so fucking hot. Let me watch too!" He then laid several more token on top of the machine and set down beside me. Before I ever realized what was happening he had his hard cock out too and slowly started stroking it.

I had never been this close to another man with his cock out before and was still wondering what to do. My cock answered for me – it got even harder in my hand. It was sort of like having illicit sex setting there jacking with another person present. 

The token ran out and I rose up and put another one in and sat back down. Then I got the biggest surprise of my life; the man reached over and took hold of my cock. I started to object but it felt so good I gave into my sexual lust and for the first time in my life felt a man's hand on my hard cock.

He gently stroked it and rubbed my leaking pre-cum all over my cock head. I just set back with my eyes staring at the blowjobs on the screen. I was embarrassed but I also was enjoying the hell out of it too. Then before I even knew what was happening the man was on his knees and had taken my cock into his mouth. Again I wanted to object, but having my cock sucked was one thing I loved best, so again I put aside my embarrassment and shame and let him suck my cock.

That was the first man given blowjob I ever had and being truthful, I have to say it was the best blowjob I had ever had. I gave him the biggest load of cum I had ever shot. When he finished sucking all the cum out of my cock he sipped up his pants and gave me his card and told me, "If you ever want another one call me."

With out even looking at his card I stuck it in my pocket and wondered if anyone saw him come out of my booth. After awhile I left promising myself I would never come back. I could not believe it – I had let a perfect stranger suck my cock almost in public. I also had to admit he gave a perfect blowjob. Just the thought of it caused my cock to respond. But still I promised myself – never again.

But try as I might, I could not get the memory of his lips around my cock out of my mind. I even jacked off hoping that would rid me of the memory. But all this did was make it even greater. It was two days later and I was horny as hell, I took out his card and looked at it. The card just had his name and a telephone number on it. His name was Bob and just for the hell of it I rang the number planning to hang up if he answered. But my reaction here too surprised me. The sound of his voice made my cock get rock hard. 

So not knowing what to do I stuttered, "I... er... I er... we... er... we met the other day... "

His pleasant voice asked, "Did you like it?"

In barely a whisper, I answered, "Yesss... " 

"Want me to do it again?" 

Embarrassed as hell I whispered again, "Yesss... "

He then told me to meet him in the same booth in an hour. It was the longest hour of my life. I started not to go but the memory of his mouth and my most willing cock forced my feet to the booth. Once in the booth I became scared and started to leave several times. Then it was too late; he slid into the booth beside me and put several coins in the movie box. He choose another good blowjob movie and soon my cock was straining to get out of my pants.

Not saying a word he began to rub my cock through my pants. When I did not object he opened my pants and freed my shameless cock. After stroking me a few minutes he slid to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. Man this blowjob was just as good as the one I remembered.

I started meeting him several times a week to get my cock sucked. After we became comfortable with each other he had me come to his private office. There he liked for me to strip so he could rub his hands all over my body as he sucked my cock. At first I was embarrassed but again the lure of having my cock sucked made me agree. After the second or third time he started taking off his clothes and would stroke his cock as he sucked mine. His body was completely smooth with just a small tuff of hair above his hard cock. His cock was uncut, about seven inches, and about as big around as a banana.

I don't remember when the thought first came into my mind and I don't know why. As a matter of fact it shocked me that I would even wonder about such a thing. But I wondered what it felt like to hold another cock besides my own. But once this though entered my mind the frequency that I came to get my cock sucked increased. I told my self it was the blowjobs and not looking at his cock that caused my increased visits.

Bob must have sensed what I was thinking because one time when he was giving me another "blowjob of my life" he brought me almost to climax and then taking his mouth off my cock asked, "You ever wonder what it feels like to touch another cock?' 

I don't know if it was because I was caught up in the throes of sexual desire or if I really had the urge to know what a cock felt like, but I answered, "Yes."

Not saying a word Bob took my hand and standing up he placed my hand upon his cock. I have never had anything affect me like that did. The very minute my hand touched his cock a bolt of pure sexual lighting shot through me. His cock was hot, hard, soft and alive. It grew even harder in my hand. Also when Bob stood it brought his cock just inches from my face. It not only was the first cock I had ever touched, it was beautiful, it was thrilling, and it brought me to sexual heights I never knew existed. 

I was drawn like a moth to the flame. I was mesmerized by the look and feel of his cock. Like I was in a trance and with out even giving it a thought I slowly leaned forward and kissed his cock. My whole world changed. I could not get enough of sucking, kissing, licking, and rubbing his cock all over my face. Yes, in just a few moments, I had become a cock loving, cock-sucking slut. All I wanted was Bob's cock in my mouth. In just a few minutes I received my first taste of cum – I swallowed it all and sucked him dry. 

Bob asked me if I wanted to come home with him for a drink and maybe watch a movie. I readily agreed and soon we were at his house. As soon as we got to his house Bob put a DVD in the player and turned it on. The movie was a gay one with several men sucking each other's hard cocks. Bob seated me on his couch and excused himself to get us a cold drink. When Bob returned from the kitchen he was completely naked.

His rock hard cock was sticking straight out and swayed back and forth as he walked towards me. Man I was mesmerized – I could not take my eyes off his swaying cock – the first cock I had ever sucked. Licking my lips in anticipation, I stood up off the couch and started to sink to the floor so I could once again be face fucked by that lovely piece of man meat. But it was not my face Bob wanted to fuck this time.

Setting our drinks down Bob took hold of my shoulders and pulled me to a standing position. He then quickly striped off my clothes till I stood completely naked before him. He then put his arms around me and pulled me tight against his naked body. My hard cock was tightly pressed against his cock as he held my ass cheeks and ground his cock against mine. Next he kissed me. At first I had some hang up about kissing a "man" but quickly realized kissing a man was nothing compared to sucking a man's cock and swallowing his hot man cum, which just a short time ago I had done. So I willingly opened my mouth to receive my first ever man kiss. Some hot women had kissed me but never had I been kissed like this. I don't know if it was his naked body pressed against mine or what, but his kiss carried me to erotic heights I never knew existed. 

Breaking off our tongue fucking I whispered, "I have got to have your cock."

Grinding his cock into me Bob answered, "I want to fuck you."

Caught up in my new sex utopia, I answered, "I want you to... but I am scared it will hurt too much."

"I promise I will go easy... we can stop whenever you want," Bob assured me.

Bob began by having me lean over the arm of the couch as he applied some sort of lube to my ass. He gently massaged my ass bud with one hand as his other hand stroked my cock. Bon then slipped one well-greased finger into my virgin ass. The invading of his finger into me was more of a surprise than of any pain. Bob gently finger fucked my ass with his finger. It felt very strange, but very exciting too. Next Bob worked a second finger into me and once more slowly started finger fucking my ass. I quickly became not only use to his fingers in my ass, but I began to immensely enjoy it and started humping back on his fingers. 

"Are you ready to try more?" whispered Bob.

"Yes! Please put your cock in me... NOW!" I begged, shaking my ass back and forth on his fingers.

To make it easy on me for my first fuck Bob lay down on his back with his cock sticking straight up. Then he then had me kneel with a leg on each side of him and my well-lubed ass poised over his rigid cock. I began to lower my ass till I could feel his wet cock head pressed against my ass bud.

"Push like you're taking a dump... then relax," Bob instructed.

I did as he said and then I quickly lowered my ass till his cock head slipped inside my love tunnel. The closest I can come to explaining the pain is it was like stumping your toe. It hurt hard right at the first, but then rapidly tapered off leaving me with a pleasurable feeling I had never known. My newly awaken sexual hormones came to life with the knowledge that I had a man's cock in my ass and my cock, which had softened, sprang back rock hard.

"Are you all right? We can stop," stated Bob when he saw me temporally flinch.

"I'm all right," I assured him, answering his first question. In response to his second statement I answered by sinking down on his hard cock till I was completely impaled on it. The sensation was indescribable. I had never felt so full, nor had I ever felt so sexually stimulated. Slowly I began to ride his cock up and down with each trip becoming more sensual than the one before. All the while Bob was watching my face as he gave me my first ass fucking.

"How's it feel?" Bob asked thrusting his cock up to meet my down strokes.

"Soooo goood... Fuck me hard! NOW!!" I cried stroking my ass faster on his cock.

Bob then rose up and pushed me back till I was lying on my back with my legs spread up and wide apart. This gave Bob room to fuck me, and man did he fuck me. With each of his strokes I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. 

"OH FUCK BOB!!! Its soooo goood... fuck me... fuck me harder... ohhhh," I cried over and over as Bob's cock took my virginity. I wrapped my legs around his ass and raked his back with my fingernails as I pleaded over and over for him to "Fuck me harder, give me that COCK!!" I didn't care if it was broad daylight and anyone could look in the window and see and hear me beg a man to "Fuck me FUCK ME HARDER!!"

And fuck me harder he did! Bob responded by thrusting his cock into my ass with a vengeance. "Yes! What a fuck, what a hot hole. Take that cock... take it allll," he screamed as his cock pounded my ass bringing me to new and wonderful sexual loftiness. 

Then for the first time I felt a man's hot cum filling my ass taking away my virginity forever. My own cock trapped and rubbing back and forth between our heaving bodies released its load of cum as Bob's cock was releasing its load into my love tunnel. 

Overcome with sexual fulfillment, I remained with my arms and legs wrapped around Bob. I could feel Bob's cock softening and his warm man juice running out my ass around his cock. For the first time in my life I was completely sexually satisfied – I had been carried to a new world by Bob and then fucked into complete submission. I had been fucked at both ends and I had loved it. We fucked several more times that evening and I went to sleep with Bob's cock lodged deep in my cum filled ass – I was one contented and thoroughly fucked, slut. I had at last found sexual fullness – I had found cock.

To make a long story short, I moved in with Bob and became his suck/fuck-mate. I had went to a Bookstore and really discovered more - I discovered what I love most – a hard cum spewing cock in my mouth or my ass.



Bookstore Becomes Site of...You Know



Working retail for a living is nightmare enough, but working at a cruddy mall bookstore called Tomes-a-Waitin' is the kind of torture that can drive good men mad. It's a soul-deadening experience intensified by having to work the noon to six shift on a Sunday, when the lamest customers stumble past the Gap and Radio Shack right into our store to thumb through the magazines, ask irritating questions, and gawk at us like retarded chickens as we explain our Discount Club to them at corporate gunpoint. I don't want to hear anymore about the so-called sufferings of people confined to the Gulag, or rotting in a prison during the French Revolution, or even buried alive in Pompeii. Any retail clerk knows a fate far worse than any of these alleged "difficulties".

Fortunately, I worked last Sunday's shift with Lila, who usually manages to bring an atmosphere of campiness to the proceedings. She and I both despise having jobs, and whenever we work together, not only does nothing get done, but the price of Tomes-a-Waitin' stock actually seems to dip noticeably during the next day's Wall Street trading. Lila is in her mid-twenties, thin and blonde with green eyes, and she likes to dress to make everyone else look like zombified mental patients. She has often pushed the restraints of Casual Day to the level of Asimovian fantasy, forgoing her usual tasteful fashion sense for the most eye-popping garb. She'll wear leather or even plastic reflective pants to work, low-cut tank tops with vaguely offensive slogans printed on them, necklaces draped one on top of the another until you wonder how she can even stand up anymore, Bono-like sunglasses, high heels...all to say to the world, "You can make me work, but you cannot make me care." 

Last Sunday I oozed into my shift after a late night of chatting with Lila online about how we just couldn't take one more wretched day of this $7.00 an hour crap-athalon to find her in fine fashion form, as always. She had donned a red leather mini-skirt and a hilariously tight black sweater to accompany silver high heels. 

"I see you're in the mood to risk being fired today," I said in greeting. 

"Damn right," she said in reply. "It's been a bad morning already. Some woman asked if I could please hurry ringing her up because her church service started in fifteen minutes." 

Ooo, the churchies. They're all over us on Sundays. They come in after yapping with God and never buy a goddamn thing.

The first hour at work was one of record-breaking miasma. We had a total of three customers. Each requested a book we didn't have and which we lamely offered to special order for them, knowing they'd just walk right across the mall and buy it at Booktitanica, our monstrous competitor. Each looked at us with a dazed expression of utter lifelessness and dribbled out the door like lukewarm spit from a baby's drinking glass.

"All right, that's it," Lila said to me as we lethargically stickered the new John Grisham novel. (I think this one was about a young firebrand with something to prove!) "I need some human reaction here. And if I get fired, I'm taking you down with me." 

"Then it's agreed," I said, suddenly finding meaning in my life. "We'll just accept that today is our last day. Let our shameful dismissals bring us much personal satisfaction." 

I wasn't exactly sure what kind of chaos Lila was planning to create-I thought maybe she'd just run up and down the fiction aisle like usual, telling anyone who would listen how 'the vampires were coming to claim us', or pretend to be a customer and ask me loud stupid questions, like why the Classics section had omitted the works of Dean Koontz. But to my delight, she promptly undid the top three buttons of her sweater and leaned over the counter slightly, awaiting an approaching middle-aged man who, with perfect dramatic serendipity, was coming to the counter to buy a copy of a respected national periodical of current social and political discourse called Almost-Nude Grannies 'n' Friends. 

The poor sod put his periodical on the counter inches from Lila's semi-exposed moon pies. The front catch of her black bra was plainly visible to anyone. 

"Hi," she said to the customer with just a hint of lasciviousness. 

The man muttered something back. Lila rang him up, standing straight and arching her back slightly. 

I swear to God, the guy paid absolutely no attention. Here was this cute blonde with her cleavage exposed to the world and he was too dead to the world to notice. He took his change and his magazine and left. 

"Oh...my...Jesus," Lila whispered, and I nearly burst out laughing. 

Undaunted for the moment, Lila resolved to take things one step further with the next customer, who luckily was a teenage boy. This couldn't miss, right? He was even buying a cheap paperback about Britney Spears, so obviously this sixteen year-old doofus had only one thing on his mind, and it wasn't the haunting melodies of "Oops, I Did It Again." Lila reached for the stars, undoing two more sweater buttons, leaving only the very bottom button fastened. Most of her satin bra was visible, and she made sure to scrunch her shoulders just a bit as the boy came to the counter so that her curve-a-lots were squeezed together in a most fascinating way. 

Goddamn if that kid didn't lay a ten dollar bill on the counter with bovine eyes and walk away with his Britney book without taking a single look at that Peabody Award-winning chest. 

"It's true!" Lila cried, throwing her arms up in the air as the kid walked out. "Nerve gas has eaten away the central nervous systems and brain stems of our city's populace!" She crouched behind the counter for a moment and undid the last button of her sweater. Then she was shimmying it off entirely. 

Tears of laughter began to flow down my cheeks. "Girl, what are you doing? Give it up. Homo Sapiens is being declared officially dead." 

"I refuse to believe people are so damn ignorant," she said. I was suddenly staring at her naked back. She had taken off her bra and laid it down on top of a box of receipt tape. Then she put her sweater back on quickly, standing up again. She made a concentrated effort now to experiment with different mathematical button combinations, hoping to expose herself as much as possible without actually drawing the attention of mall security. She turned to me at length and said, "Okay, how's this for a grabber?" 

She had fastened just one button again, the one a couple of inches beneath her breasts. She turned sideways a bit so I could see how the slope of one of them led down behind the material of the black sweater, concealing a nipple by bare centimeters. 

"You underestimate what the media, the government, and the demons of consumerism have done to reduce the awareness of the masses," I said, sweeping my arm across the bookstore, where a total of two other duds were standing and snooping through our substandard goods. 

"Then screw it," Lila said cheerfully, and unfastened things again. Her sweater was now simply hanging open, her cleavage fully exposed. An older gentleman approached the counter to inquire as to the release date of the new Encyclopedia of Herbs, Shrubs, Grubs, and Assorted Greenery of Note. Lila checked the computer as he idly thumbed through a tiny book of Dylan Thomas' verse sitting on a display rack. She then told him it looked to be about August. The man left with a brief note of thanks. At one point during the exchange Lila's love dimes were clearly visible. The dude never gave a hint that he gave a rat's ass.

After several minutes of Lila's agonized shrieking and flailing, I offered to give her what I thought would be an informative demonstration in good customer service. While she stood there, making no attempt to cover herself, a middle-aged woman sidled up with a copy of whatever feel-good womany crap Oprah was pushing that day. 

"Have you heard about our Discount Club, good madam?" I asked her. 

"Uh, no," she said. 

"Well, it's a wonderful thing," I told her. "For every twenty dollars you spend here at Tomes-a-Waitin', I will go down on you for a full half hour." 

She absently turned the bookmark carousel around and around, looking for just the right colorful scrap of paper to pay three dollars for. "No thanks," she said. 

"Are you sure? Our Bonus Club Members are guaranteed a minimum of two orgasms through oral sex." 

"No, that's okay," the woman said. "I'll just take the book..." 

It was then that Lila and I made a pact that went far beyond our original intention of simply getting fired. We would not rest until we had made history. Such was our frustration with the retail myopia which was coming to a head on that Sunday afternoon. It is said that there comes a time in every person's life when they must reach deep within themselves to attain a goal that seems beyond their grasp. One is reminded of Christopher Columbus' tireless pursuit of the New World, of Admiral Byrd's dogged, relentless quest for the Pole, and maybe even my old roommate Benny's ceaseless stalking of Catherine Zeta-Jones. At any rate, Lila and I vowed to take one great step forward in the battle against...well, it was a battle against something, right? 

Suffice it to say that the next customer, a tobacco-chewing redneck, should have been shocked to his very foundations by the sight of a pretty, utterly topless bookstore clerk ringing up his copy of This Month in DogWalking while my hands gently massaged her naked mams from behind, causing her lickables to become fully aroused. Yet even the soft moan Lila emitted between the phrases "Would you like a..." and "...bag for that" did not distract that potatohead from his meaningless thoughts. 

Nor was a young woman from Pensacola, Florida (that's what it said on her check) at all thrown by the image of Lila's hand cradling and slowly massaging my hard longshoreman as I informed her that her SAT study guide would come to a total of nineteen dollars and forty cents-"before tax, you lusty piece," I added casually.

And you would have thought, certainly, that when a Catholic priest came up to the counter and found Lila sitting on top of it with her legs spread and her leather skirt hiked up around her hips, he would have suspected something was amiss, that perhaps this bookstore chain could be doing a better job of helping its customers, and that maybe a call to the home office would be in order. He asked Lila where he might find a copy of Oh, the Places You'll Go!, and she could only respond with a fluttering of her eyelids and a breathless sigh. 

"How about you, sir?" the priest asked the back of my head. The front of it was quite busy engulfing Lila's juicer. In fact, I could barely hear the man above the delightful wet licking and sucking sounds. I was courteous enough (I've always had a soft spot for the clergy, you see) to interrupt the proceedings briefly to tell him he might find that particular volume in the For Grads section. He thanked me and the next thing I knew Lila had grabbed the back of my head again and forced it back into place. I tongued her while she let out little sobs of approval, making a mental note both to order more Dr. Seuss titles for the summer rush and to draw Lila's gumdrop deeper into my mouth, giving it a few swirls for good measure, which she seemed to find acceptable. 

The bookstore was actually getting a little busier now, and we decided without a word that it was time for the full show. I stood in front of the counter and took off my shirt. My jeans had already been unbuttoned and shucked down a bit so Lila could get a good hold of the Great Gatsby. It was just a matter of kicking off my shoes and my socks. Then Lila had taken care of the rest. I leaned back against the counter and she yanked off my pants, then off came my shorts with one fell swoop of her hand. I took her skirt off, her panties already having been flung away pre-oral. They now hung unassumingly from a sign informing our customers that our entire selection of children's bibles was twenty percent off all this month. We stood completely naked for a moment and then she led me behind the counter again by something that was standing out far more prominently than my hand. Someone was coming. 

It was a sixty year old woman whom we recognized; she was a regular. The kind who was always asking if we matched our competitor's prices, and why we couldn't relocate to the other side of the mall so she wouldn't have to walk so far to get to us. 

Glorious naked Lila was leaning over with her elbows on the counter. The old lady, Hortense by name, asked her if we had the new Farmer's Almanac. 

"Not...just...yet," Lila said. The pauses between words were pretty much my fault. She could really only speak on the downside of the thrusts of the Last of the Mohicans sliding into her from behind. 

"The release date on that would be-" I started, and snuggled myself deep into Lila, pausing there for a moment for convenience's sake. "-March 23rd, you nasty old crone!" 

"Thank you," the crone said, and Lila and I both nodded politely as I cupped her prancing bosom, she throwing her arms back around my neck as we resumed our rhythm. 

"I heard the new Almanac says it's going to be a hard winter," Hortense said dreamily. "Gonna be tough on my cukes and my tomatoes!" 

"That's...life," Lila panted. I lowered one hand to her left ankle and lifted her leg up off the floor, to give Hortense and whoever else might be wandering around a slightly better view of the proceedings. I let out an impressive groan that was due half to the feel of Lila, half to pure showmanship. 

"Of course, I can save forty cents if I buy the Almanac at MartMan," Hortense went on, touching her old woman's glasses to her cheek in thought. 

"In these crazy times, you elderly windbag, you gotta do what you gotta do," I told her. Lila released herself from my yule log, spun around, and grabbed me by the arms. She pushed me backwards into the counter, and I hopped on top of it and laid back so my face was purse-level with Hortense. Lila climbed up on the counter and shimmied forward, taking the Great Emancipator in one hand and lowering herself onto it in one long, slow movement. After that, there was slightly less subtlety. She began to rock up and down on top of me, supporting herself by placing her left hand on the cash register.

A line had formed. There were four customers waiting behind Hortense, who was babbling something now about how in the old days (of the Mesozoic Era, one would assume) she could order almost anything from the Sears and Roebuck catalogue, from a genuine three-pronged lamshackey to a handmade wicker spinecob. 

"Tell me, Hortense dear," I moaned, cradling Lila's frontnot as she lap-shnazzed me with an abandon that would make any Tomes-a-Waitin' shareholder beam with pride, "do you find the level of service here to be less than, say, what you experienced when you bought your first cotton gin from Sears?"

"Stop talking, I'm trying to Vesuvius!" Lila yelled at me. "How many chances do I get in this damn store?!" 

And suddenly a voice cried out from the front of the store: "Oh my God, you're naked!" 

Lila and I were far beyond the point where we could stop gadoogling, but we did look up for a moment to see our regional manager, the coldhearted, bald-pated Mr. Von Moptart, standing there with his clipboard, ready to document the slightest breach of company policy! 

"Be with you in a jif, sir!" Lila cried out, and thrust herself downward one more time, grinding her thelma onto me for dear life, shivering slightly as her caged bird sang. Her orgasm began non-destructively enough, but soon fifty-seven dollars of company merchandise went flying off the counter. 

Mr. Von Moptart ran forward, nearly stumbling over his own feet in a desperate attempt to shield the customers from the atrocity before them. He grabbed a large cardboard standee of Salman Rushdie and held it up to block their view. 

"We're really almost done here," I assured our distressed visitor, feeling a new warmth and moisture swallowing my wangie. 

"Mnnmmn almosht dnnnnnnnn," Lila agreed, her mouth temporarily occupied with more important pursuits than calling in special orders to Ingram. 

"One dollar off any purchase of fifty dollars or more, folks!" Moptart shouted, putting the customers first as always, God bless him. "Just forget what you've seen here today!" 

"Try and forget this!" Lila said loudly, sensing that I was about to erupt and stroking me frantically with her hand until, two seconds later, a seemingly endless stream of silkymilky leapt out. I did my damnedest to make Lila's chest the recipient of most of it, but if Hortense and a few other innocent bystanders caught a little of the action, well, it's like they say: You can't make an omelette without getting some sperm on people. 

From that point on, what I remember mostly is Mr. Von Moptart accidentally choking on the phone in his desperate attempts to call 911, the overhead fire sprinklers being set off, and Lila demanding in the midst of all the turmoil that I go down on her again because I "hadn't quite aced it the first time". The store was cleared out, the police brought in drug dogs, the property was condemned, and Lila popped one more time, her legs wrapped around my shoulders in the History aisle, before we ran for it. 

Basically the point is that last Sunday was not only the end of our tenure at Tomes-a-Waitin', but the end of our retail careers. There are now no less than one hundred and forty class action lawsuits pending against the company, while Lila and I escaped unscathed-you gotta love America and its willingness to blame anything and everything on corporations and not their crazy employees. She and I have interviews with the Salvation Army next week. Someone told us the work is honorable, but a little boring sometimes. Lila wants to know if she'll be allowed to wear only a bikini top to work.



Bookstore Bound



My Master, ever the gentleman, held the car door open for me. I smiled at him as I turned to get out of the car. I made sure to spread my legs in a very unladylike manner, giving him a good peek up my short dress. He simply shook his head and took my arm. We made our way over to the entrance to the adult bookstore.

A small bell jingled as we came in, making sure that everyone turned to look at us as we came in. The clicking of my high heels making me feel even more self-conscious. I tottered along on my 6" heels, feeling like everyone knew why I was there. Of course, it was pretty obvious what I was there for. I was dressed like a complete vinyl slut, in my black PVC mini dress and black patent thigh high boots. Fishnets stockings peeked out the tops of the boots, while the dress was so short, the garter tabs from my black PVC garter belt were quite visible. Not as visible were the red PVC corset and red PVC panties I had on.

"Red, the color of a harlot," Master told me when laying out my outfit. When I began to blush, he simply commented that its good to match.

My make-up was done to accent the vinyl slut look, with my eyes done in bright blue, with lots of mascara and ultra-bright red lipstick. Master seemed quite pleased with the finished results, simply stating that I was ready. I knew better than to ask for what. When he handed me my purse, but told me not to open it, I had a feeling. When I felt the unusual weight, I was pretty sure. When we pulled up to the bookstore I knew. Master had long threatened (or promised, if you like!) to take me here and bring one of my biggest fantasies to life. He also warned me when I told him about my fantasy, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!"

All the men looking at me with lust made my heart race, and my stomach drop. I could feel my clitty trying to swell, but the plastic prison of my chastity cage made that impossible. We made our way through the front of the store, browsing through some of the videos and magazines. Master asked me several times to get him things that were on low shelves. Knowing fully well, what was expected, I made a big show of bending over, giving everyone a good view of my red panties. I wondered if any could see the butt plug I was wearing too? Thinking of that, made my clitty test its prison again. I was already getting crazy with lust, and we hadn't even really started yet!

Finally, Master pulled me close in front of a magazine with a tranny bound and gagged, surrounded by men, who looked quite eager to use her. "Are you ready, girl?" Master simply asked. I nodded, unsure of my voice.

He looked at me sternly. I lowered my eyes, and steeled my will. "Yes, Sir. Please?" I begged in my best femme voice.

"Come, girl," and he turned leading me into the back with the video booths.

We made our way down the dark hallway, the lights from the videos in the booth flickering, making weird shadows. I could also hear lots of moaning and groaning. Most of it was the porn stars, but there were other guttural grunts, making me even more cock crazy than I already was.

Master led the way into a booth. I followed eagerly, pressing myself fully against him. He closed the door, but didn't secure it. He then pulled me into him, kissing me passionately, running his hands over me, caressing my back and squeezing my ass. I leaned, in rubbing my hand over his bulge. "Please Sir? Please let me suck your cock."

"No," was the quick reply as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. He handed it to me and I put it in the video machine. He scrolled through the videos, as I pushed against him, begging more. "Please Sir? Please take me? I'm so horny."

"No," he shook his head as he settled on a video with a tranny sucking on a giant cock. "Bet you like this one." He looked at me.

I nodded and licked my lips. "Please?" I tried again.

"You know why we're here, girl," he stated.

"Yes, Sir, but..."

"No, buts, well one butt anyway," he said squeezing my ass again. I wiggled against his hand. "Now, turn," he ordered.

My heart raced. Was he really going to do it? My clitty strained against its plastic prison. I turned and faced away from him. He took my purse and opened it. Pulling out, several bands of leather with wide buckles and D rings. He took his time fastening one to my wrist, then the other. The click of the padlocks holding everything together made my heart leap into my throat. Feeling his hands on my thighs got me breathing heavy again. He fastened the other leather cuffs around my thighs and ankles, again taking his time, letting his hands roam all over me.

"Kneel," he said simply. I sank to my knees, momentarily glad for the extra cushion the thigh boots provided for my knees. Master adjusted the cuffs on my thighs and ankles, before more clicks of locks told me I was staying for a while. My heart raced more, as I felt him touch my head. I felt the soft cool leather of the blindfold slip around my head. Master adjusted my long black hair so it covered the band in the back. The soft leather slid over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, and I became more aware of my other senses. Most notably the beating of my heart, but the constant throbbing of my clit in its prison and my hungry ass, tugging at the plug in me were all steady companions, too.

"Ready, girl?" his voice sounded louder now. I nodded again, too nervous to speak. He waited, before adding, "Well?"

I stammered for a moment, "Yes Sir, please... please... please gag me, Sir."

He leaned in close, I could feel the heat from his body. He wrapped the thick material of the collar around my neck, buckling and locking that, too. Before I felt the push at my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and the hard rubber ring settled in behind my teeth. This was no regular gag, it was an extra wide ring gag attached to a posture collar.

I squirmed for a moment, testing the completeness of my bondage. My hands were cuffed behind my back, my ankles were cuffed to my thighs keeping me in a kneeling position, my clitty was pulsing in my chastity cage, my ass was plugged with a large black butt plug, I was blindfolded, wearing a posture collar with an extra large ring gag holding my mouth wide open, while I was dressed like a complete slut in PVC, and kneeling on the floor of an adult theater.

The first drop of drool, spilled past my lips and dripped onto my tits. I could hear Master rummaging, doing something. Then he turned me to face where he was sitting at the video controls. I felt his hands on my face, then I felt something cold and a little wet. I realized he was writing on my face in lipstick. I wondered briefly what he was writing.

"I'm not going to tell you what I'm writing, girl," he chuckled evilly. I heard a few faint clicks and realized he was taking pictures. "But I will let you see later." I didn't know he was going to take pictures. I was at once glad, and also a bit scared of the idea.

"Well, enjoy, girl," he patted my head, like an obedient dog. "You'll have to tell me all about it."

I heard his footsteps quietly pace away and the door swung open. I tried to breathe and relax a bit, but it was tough. I was so incredibly nervous, and so incredibly turned on. I both hoped and dreaded someone finding me!

I sat back on my heels, trying to rest a bit, I was in a tough position to rest much, but I knew if this went how I hoped, I'd need my energy.

I tried to listen to the video playing, hearing all the sucking and slurping. I also heard several footsteps go past the door. Did anyone look in? Were they unsure about what was going on? How far did Master go? Would he come back and use me to get the ball rolling, so to speak? Did he really go away? Was I going to be at the mercy of those here...

So many questions ran through my head, I almost missed the quiet footsteps coming into the booth. I sat up a bit and tried to look towards my guest.

"Well, what have we here?" a strange voice asked quietly. I 'mmmph' quietly through my gag. I could hear him walk slowly around, checking me out. "Looks like you're all set-up for a while. Not going anywhere?" He leaned in close, trailing his hand over my shoulder. I got goose bumps.

"Oh? You like that?" he asked, rubbing both hands over me, feeling my skintight dress, rubbing my tits, feeling my thighs. He ran his hand up my neck and felt along the gag. Teasing his finger around the edge. I slid my tongue out, softly licking his finger. He put his finger into the gag and I licked it as best I could. "Eager little bitch, aren't you?" I nodded, both loving and dreading where this was going. As he started fingering the ring gag, he ran his other hand down my body and up the bottom of my dress.

"Oh my," he smiled feeling my chastity cage. "So, you're just a pleasure toy then?"

I nodded, still licking his finger. He reached further back, finding the base of the plug. He began to tease it, which got me moaning and gyrating.

"So, which hole should I use?" he stood as he asked loudly. I slid my tongue out the ring gag, not really caring which way he used me. I just wanted cock at that point. "Can't pass up an invite like that, can I?"

I heard him undo his pants and felt him step forward, grabbing onto my head. "Let's see that tongue again, slut. Get it nice and wet for me."

I ran my tongue along, feeling his cock swell and get fully hard. I ran my tongue over it as best I could using lots of spit to make sure everything was nice and wet. He was grunting and making soft encouragements. He steered me down so I was licking his balls. He really started getting vocal then.

"Oh yeah, lick it bitch. I can't wait to shove my cock down your throat. I bet you'll gag a lot, and I bet you love gagging on it. Don't you??" I nodded as I tongued his nutsack.

He pulled my head back and I felt him steer his cock to the entrance of the gag. He pushed forward, driving his cock deep into my mouth on the first try. He hit the back of my throat, and sure enough I gagged. I made a retching sound and he pulled back.

"Oh yeah, gag on it bitch. I'm gonna make you choke on it," he grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me onto his rock hard cock as he pushed with his hips. He slid into my throat and I gagged a bit again. He pulled out, but was quite persistent. His cock slid in again, and I gagged a bit, but kept it under control. He grunted and growled, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna skull fuck you now."

He slid back out, and leaned in, "You like being used like a piece of meat, don't you?" I nodded as best I could in the collar. "Yeah, you like being mouth fucked and used a cum dump, right?" I nodded again, sliding my tongue out. He drove his cock into my mouth then, all the way to the hilt, my nose buried in his pubic hair. He held there for a moment, grinding against my mouth, the sliding back out, so just his head was in the ring. He then worked out a nice steady rhythm, driving far enough out for me to catch a breath before quickly sliding deep in my throat. Holding onto my head and calling me all sorts of dirty names.

I knew he was getting close when he really sped up. He confirmed it by saying, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna jizz straight down your fucking throat you useless slut." He slammed into me hard several times before shoving my head deeper and driving his cock all the way in, holding it in my throat. He grunted and bucked his hips. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth and throat as he came right into my stomach. Unfortunately, I also couldn't breathe. At first, I tried to wait, but he seemed to want to catch his breath for a moment. I began to squirm and pulled back. His grip relaxed and he pulled back.

"Sorry, but fuck, that was awesome," I breathed deeply for a moment, before putting my tongue out and trying to find his cock. "Good girl," he said he guided himself back to my mouth and I licked him clean. I managed to get a few small drops of cum, but just enough to give me a tease. I wanted a full load in my mouth now.

He patted me on the head, as pulled his pants back up. "Damn that was fucking hot, I am going to have to tell all my friends to come here and use you." I heard a few clicks and realized he was taking pictures, too. "I'll bet these will get a ton of responses, bitch."

I ran my tongue around the inside of the gag. "Hell, maybe if you're a real good girl, I'll come back and use your ass, too." I wiggled my ass as best I could in my kneeling position.

I could hear a few murmurs at the door, and realized our little show had drawn some attention. As his footsteps faded away, they were replaced by more.

"Goddamn," was all I heard. A few responses from the door made me realize we had an audience, too. The exhibitionist in me turned fully on, and I began running my tongue along the ring gag, and shaking my ass and tits. This guy didn't seems as interested in checking out the merchandise. He just unzipped and flopped his cock in my face. I was pretty worked up, so I didn't really care, and even kind of wanted it that way!

"Can everyone come play?" someone asked from the hall. I nodded as best I could and gyrated some more. I heard several footsteps as I ran my tongue over this guy's rapidly hardening cock. I felt hands running all over me. There were at least three guys all total. The one behind me began inspecting everything, running his hands over my back and my ass. He found my toy, just as the guy in front slid into my gag. I moaned as his cock slid into my hungry mouth.

"This slut not only has a butt plug, but her cock's locked in a cage, too." He played with the plug as he teased my caged clitty. I moaned and groaned around the cock sliding faster and faster in my mouth. This guy had a hold on the D ring on the front of the collar, and just kept pulling me back onto his cock every time I pulled back. We got a nice rhythm going, him driving just deep enough in my throat to make me gag a little now and then.

"I want to fuck you," the guy behind me whispered. My head was in use, so I shook my ass in response. "Oh yeah," came the enthusiastic reply, "maybe I'll finish in your mouth. Let you taste your filthy whore ass all over my cock before I pull out and cream your face." I pushed my ass back against him, trying to beg him with my body. The guy in front was picking up speed, while the third was content to play with my tits and mutter, "Fuckin' hot," over and over.

I felt my second guest pull up behind me, he slid the skirt part of my dress up. "Damn that's a nice ass," he said giving it a little smack. I jumped then shuddered. I must have clenched my throat because the guy in front said, "Do that again."

The guy behind me smacked my ass again, harder this time. He smacked me several more times before the guy in front started to grunt. He pulled back at one point so just his cock head was in mouth, and started stroking. In just a few strokes he groaned and shot his load in my mouth, coating my tongue with his sticky cum. "Oh yeah," he muttered, "That was fucking awesome. Let me see." I slid my tongue out showing him the gooey load. "Good little cum slut, now swallow like a true slut," he ordered. I tilted my head back and tried to swallow. Not easy with the ring gag, but I managed. "Fuckin' hot," said the third guy again.

My second guest then reached down and pulled out my butt plug. I moaned loudly, shaking my ass, begging to be filled again. He obliged and I felt him pushing against my ass. Since I was well opened and lubed, he slid right into me. I groaned in relief as I felt another pair of hands on my head. I guess my third guest had decided to take his turn. He was the biggest so far, taking lots of delight in slowly sliding his cock a little deeper in me each time.

The guy in my ass, had settled into a nice rhythm, holding my hips with one hand, and grabbing a fistful of my hair with his other hand. My head was already tilted up from the posture collar, this just pulled me back more. Probably a good thing since the guy in my mouth was really getting into it and was going as deep as he could. Once my head titled back, his 10 inches were going all the way down my throat, his balls smacking me hard in the face. He was truly giving me a face fucking, and he must have been enjoying it, because only a moment later he started groaning and I felt his cock pulse several times, shooting jet after jet of cum in my mouth, some right down my throat.

The guy behind me must have liked this show, since he started whispering to me, telling me all the nasty things he wanted to do to me. As the guy in mouth finished and pulled out, I starting catching my breath. My ass man, then pulled out and stood up, pulling me around by my hair. He then drove his cock straight down my throat. My gag reflex appeared to have given up, as I hardly choked at all. He then pulled back, telling me, "Lick my cock, you stupid cunt. Taste your filthy hole on my dick. Don't worry bitch, after I fucking cum in your cock hole, I'm gonna wash it all down."

He then started stroking and quickly shot his load in my mouth. He pumped into me a few more times, using my mouth to milk out the last of his cum. He panted a moment or two, before asking, "Ready, bitch?"

I knew what was coming, but in my state couldn't go anywhere. I tried to shake my head, but to no avail, I felt the first warm splash of his piss hit my mouth and I knew with his cock in the way, my choices were drink or drown. That made it no choice, and I began swallowing the bitter flow. The taste wasn't terrible, but it was certainly strong. And he must have needed to go, because he pissed in my mouth for what seemed an eternity. Finally, he finished, and commanded me to lick the last drops off him. I dutifully stuck out my tongue, collecting the last few acrid drops and drinking them down, too. He then zipped up and headed out.

I could hear more footsteps and felt more hands on me. I knew this was going to be a long night and I was both dreading and loving every moment of it! I began to lose count of how many cocks had used both my holes, and how many loads of piss and cum I swallowed, or had been sprayed on my face, tits and ass. I had several loads leaking out my ass, too. I could feel the cum running down the inside of my legs, getting my stocking tops all sticky. This just made me feel like an even bigger slut!

Towards the end of the evening, something new happened. I was being taken at both ends again, and was getting so incredibly frustrated and worked up. Between the pounding in my ass, the rubbing of my prostate, the cock buried in my throat and the overall humiliation of being used as a complete cum dump, I was getting incredibly turned on. So much that even though my clitty was locked away, I could feel it swelling, and I could feel a strange pressure building deep in me. The pressure built, and had my mouth not been filled with cock, I probably would have started screaming. As it was, I was moaning so hard the guy using my mouth knew something. Then the pressure peaked and crested, taking me on a wild rush of sensation that felt something like an orgasm, but much longer and more intense. I had my first female orgasm, and while I didn't cum, my clit did leak like crazy, and I was bucking like a bronco. That must have driven the two guys using me crazy, since they both came within moments of me getting off.

As they finished up, I heard the door close and the lock was put on. I then heard more footsteps. They moved around slowly, I looked about, unsure what was happening. I thought it might be Master, but I wasn't sure. Then I felt a hand on my ass, I heard a zipper and felt another cock pressing against my rosebud. I was wide open and well-lubed, so this one just slid right in, too. He began pounding away at me, and my ass was really starting to get sore. He fucked me for quite some time, before pulling out and stepping around and sliding his cock into my gag. He just put it a bit in and I ran my tongue around, tasting the strange mix of flavors. The familiar sensation of hands on my head took over and the cock started sliding into my mouth. This one was much gentler, but also much more insistent, driving deeper with each stroke. I felt one hand let go of my head to slide down and grip my nipple. He began pinching, twisting and pulling, driving me even crazier with lust. Finally he pulled down hard, shooting another load into my coated mouth. He then patted me on the head, and I heard the familiar voice of my Master, "Very good, girl. Did you enjoy yourself?"




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I nodded my head yes, but also shrugged my shoulders. "More than you expected, eh girl?" I nodded and then slumped down. Master patted me on the head. "Well, you certainly look like you've been well used, and quite covered, too." I felt him reach back and unlock the ring gag. He took it out of my mouth and quite a bit of drool followed. I worked my mouth and he held a water bottle to my lips. I drank small sips, and smiled up, quite grateful.

"Thank you, Sir," my voice sounding somewhat raspy, even in my usually raspy femme voice.

"You're welcome, girl. Now, you know you're not done yet."

I was a bit confused, "I'm not, Sir?" I asked hesitantly.

He laughed, sensing why I was hesitant, "Well, as much as I'd like to leave you here a bit longer and see what other creative uses the guys here have for you, no we need to get going. But I'm only going to unlock your thighs and ankles. You'll have to walk out of here with your hands cuffed, and all of your rewards running down your body."

I nodded, as I realized my humiliation wasn't quite done yet. "Yes, Sir."

This was my fantasy, and while I was glad we did it, I was also glad it was over. As he unlocked my cuffs, he helped me to my feet. My legs were going to be pretty sore, though nowhere near as sore as my ass and jaw. "What about the manager?"

"Oh, don't worry about him, he was the first one to take your ass."

I laughed, as I leaned against Master and we headed for the door. I realized he wasn't going to take the blindfold off either. I really wouldn't have any idea who any of the guys were who had used me tonight. I could feel the cum dripping down, running off my face and down my body, the loads in my tits were inside my corset, making everything slip around inside. I could feel the stares of lust. I knew everyone seeing me knew why I was there, and what I had been used for. 

The manager called out, "Come again, real soon!" as we headed out the door. The cool night air felt good on my sweaty, ravaged body, though the cum began to cool and get stickier.

"So girl, when we come back next time, are you going to be ready to be my little cum dump again?"

I laughed and smiled, "Oh yes, Sir! And Sir..."

"Yes, girl?"

"May we come back tomorrow?"

"I've already warned you girl, be careful what you ask for, you just might get it."

I shuddered in both fear and excitement.

The end