19 comments/ 69051 views/ 5 favorites Holiday Rush By: Bob Peale Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author. ******* Kate smiled as she looked around at all of the other crazy people out here this early in the morning. The last time that she’d braved the day after Thanksgiving sales, it hadn’t been such an event; of course, that had been more than ten years ago. Back then they had started at a respectable hour and a body had had time to grab a decent breakfast first. Hitting the Friday morning sale was actually her husband’s idea. He figured that she could go a little crazy and not have to worry so much about how much everything cost. He’d even come along, claiming that there were some things he needed to pick up. She knew how much he hated shopping, so she really appreciated the gesture. Thanksgiving had been rough; this was the first one she’d spent with just Ben in more than twenty years, and she’d taken it pretty hard. Her oldest, Bethany, was married to a soldier stationed in Germany. Normally she still would have made it home, but this year she was eight and half months pregnant and unable to travel. Her son Trent, in his third year in college, had stayed on campus to work on a final project that was due just after the holiday. An alien landing in the parking lot would find it hard to believe that yesterday everyone was talking about Pilgrims and eating turkey. Everywhere you looked you saw splashes of red and green, and just inside the store employees were lined up, ready to thrust a savings card and a candy cane in your hand as soon as you went through the door. At exactly 5:30am a store manager materialized in front of the big glass doors and unlocked pushed them open with an exaggerated flourish. She was swept up in the tide of holiday shoppers, toward the center aisle and the “early bird deals”. An hour later she was laden with goodies and Ben was nowhere to be seen. Not that it would have mattered much; she had so much crap piled on that she couldn’t even see her own feet, let alone anyone next to or in front of her. Which is probably how she ended up flat on her ass in the middle of the floor empty handed a minute or two later. She sat there, dazed, as a burly man about her age -- that’s to say, middle aged -- scrambled to collect all her stuff before it got trampled or reclaimed by another holiday shopper. When he was done, he helped her collect the contents of her purse, which lay scattered around her as well. “Sorry about that, ma’am,” he said in a pleasant drawl. “I don’t know where my head was at.” “It’s my fault, I’m sure,” Kate corrected. “I was trying to carry too much anyway.” He squatted down and looked into her eyes intently. He had an open, weathered, face, with a strong jaw and pale blue eyes. The hair at his temples was graying, and had the unkempt look of a bachelor’s. He grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him. His hands were rough – working hands, just like her husband’s – and she flushed a little, suddenly self conscious. “Hold still. You took a nasty bump; I just want to make sure you’re alright.” “Are you a doctor?” she asked. He shook his head. “No, but I’ve seen my share of concussions.” He studied her a little longer. “Looks like the spill didn’t do you too bad.” “You should see my butt,” she quipped, and then realized how that must sound and flushed again. He chuckled, and it was an easy, rugged sound. “I think I got your meaning.” He stood up and extended his hand. “Let’s get you out of the way before you get trampled by these crazy people.” She let him help her to her feet. She swayed a little and he put a hand on her waist to steady her. The contact was brief but it made her uncomfortable – like somehow she was being unfaithful or something. It didn’t make any sense; heck, she’s the one that had gotten knocked over. Looking at the mountainous pile of stuff on the floor, she sighed. “Here, let me help you to the register,” he offered. She shook her head. “No, every man for him self today.” she smiled. “I’ll manage somehow.” “Nonsense,” he dismissed, and grabbed the whole mess in his arms. “I’m done here anyway.” That earned him a confused look. “Where are your things? Everything here is mine.” He shrugged. “I can get what I want later. It’ll still be around.” Since the truth was she welcomed the help, she didn’t protest any further. The line was already pretty long and he made no effort to surrender her purchases. As the line inched along he stood by her silently, content to leave her to her own thoughts rather than try to fill the time with meaningless small talk. When Ben finally found her, he handed her stuff over to him without being prompted. Ben looked from him to Kate, the question obvious on his face. “I’m Tom,” The stranger said after a moment of awkward silence. “And you know my wife how?” Ben asked bluntly. Tom looked a little sheepish. “I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was walking and ended up sending knocking her down. Figured the least I could do was see that she got to the register alright. Now that you’re here, I guess I should be getting on.” “Yeah, maybe you should,” Ben said unkindly. Tom didn’t seem to notice. “Y’all have a good rest of the day,” he said, then turned and set off back the way they’d come without waiting for a response. Ben looked at Kate who shrugged as if to say, “Don’t ask me, I just met him.” The two of them talked about nothing the way longtime married couples do while they waited for the line to move. Ben had been right; the shopping HAD been a good idea. By the time they reached the actual register she was in a better mood than she’d been in in weeks. As they collected their shopping bags and walked toward the glass doors Ben admitted that she’d even managed to spend less than he’d expected. “So does that mean that I can go back and try again?” she joked as passed between the upright inventory control sensors. Suddenly, an ear-splitting siren went off. Kate saw that they were the only ones near the front doors and stepped back immediately. A young woman in khaki pants and a hunter green blouse, the chain’s colors, materialized out of the crowd near the register and motioned for them to come over. Despite her age – Kate put her at least fifteen years her junior – she had an authoritative presence. “She must have forgotten to scan something,” Kate said defensively. “I’m sure everything is fine,” the woman assured her. “Could I just see your receipt please?” Kate fished around in one of the bags and handed it to her obediently. The woman studied it for a bit, then removed everything and scanned it again just to make sure that all of the RFID tags had been deactivated. She handed Kate and Ben back their bags. However, as soon as Kate got to the front door, the sirens went off again. Kate turned back to see the young woman was already walking toward them. “Would you mind coming with me?” she asked politely. Kate looked around; a crowd was gathering. “I really don’t understand why it keeps going off,” she said, fighting to keep her voice from wavering. Ben patted her arm reassuringly. “I’m sure we can straighten this out up in the office,” the woman agreed. They followed her back to customer service, then through a door and up a set of stairs. At the top of the stairs a door opened onto reception area tastefully decorated in green and beige. “This way, please” the woman directed, opening a door to the left marked “Logistics”. This led to a hallway containing several doors unmarked doors, and she proceeded through one of them seemingly at random. They found themselves in a room done up in the same green and beige colors, set up to look like a living room. The woman turned to Ben. “Mr…” she began. “Jenkins,” Ben finished for her. The woman nodded. “Mr. Jenkins,” she continued. “Would you mind waiting here while I interview Mrs. Jenkins in the next room?” “Yes I do mind. What do you need to say to her that you can’t say to the both of us?” The woman’s smile turned frosty. “The question was rhetorical. Actually, it’s store policy.” “So?” Ben challenged. “What if I still don’t want to?” She shrugged. “Then we wait for the Sheriff and they get to interview you,” she said evenly. Ben went noticeably pale. “I’m sure we can get this cleared up without having to involve them, don’t you?” she asked smoothly. Ben nodded quickly. “Good. Why don’t you just make yourself comfortable and we’ll be back in a bit.” She picked up several of the bags and walked through a door set into one of the walls on the side. Kate followed after her, her face ashen and her movements wooden. She was so scared she was afraid she might wet herself. When she was in the room, the woman closed the door and engaged an electronic lock. Kate started at the sound of the bolts sliding home. Whereas the other room looked like a living room, this one looked more like a doctor’s office. The walls and floor where stark white, and all of the furniture was a combination of white laminate and chrome. The woman placed the bags she was holding on a table that looked a lot like an operating table, and invited Kate to do the same. “I’m Laura King with store security,” she said, offering her hand like they were meeting for the first time. Kate accepted it and shook it limply. The younger woman’s grasp was firm, which really wasn’t a surprise. She looked like one of those athletic mannequins you saw on all the television shows. Her brown hair was cut short and stylish, and she carried herself like she’d either been in the military, or desperately wanted people to think that she had been. “Kate Jenkins,” she said meekly. “Am I in trouble?” Although the woman’s face still held the smile, it didn’t reach her hazel eyes. “That remains to be seen.” She walked over to a matte stainless steel desk and sat down. She opened up one of the draws, rummaged around for a few seconds, pulled out a form, and began scribbling. “Sit down please,” she said, gesturing to a seat across the desk from her without looking up. Once Kate did she began firing questions at her: full name, address, employer, etc. “Do I need a lawyer?” Kate asked nervously. Laura looked up, and this time the smile was genuine. “Not until you’re arrested.” Kate’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding, Mrs. Jenkins. This is still just an interview. It’s my job to decide whether or not a crime has been committed, as well as whether or not to involve the authorities.” She let an uncomfortable silence grow between them. “Are you sure that there isn’t something that you would like to tell me?” she asked finally. Kate shook her head. “I paid for everything in my bag. You checked it yourself.” Laura shrugged. “We can do this the easy way or the hard one; it makes no difference to me.” “What?” Kate finally exploded, exasperated. “What do you want me to say?” Laura sighed, shaking her head. “Okay, hard it is. Stand up please, and empty your pockets on the desk. Start with your jacket.” Kate sat there, unmoving. “Mrs. Jenkins, you are here because it appears that you may be a shoplifter. That’s pretty serious.” “But I didn’t steal anything!” Kate protested. “Maybe you did, and maybe you didn’t. The way I see it, you only have two choices: You can do what I say, let me follow my procedures, and you can go about your merry way; or, I can call the police, have you led out of the store in handcuffs, and let them determine whether or not you are guilty down at the station. As I said before, it really doesn’t matter to me.” “Fine,” Kate said shakily, rising to her feet. Hands trembling, she reached into her coat pockets and turned them out, spilling the meager contents onto the desk. Then she did the same thing with her pants’ pockets. “Now empty your purse on the table.” Defiantly, Kate unzipped her purse and turned it over, letting everything spill out. Laura smirked, amused at the childishness of the act, and sifted through the debris. Her hand passed through a small pile and stopped. “Hmm, what do we have here?” Kate saw that she had something small and sparkly in her hand. She leaned closer and saw that it was a set of small diamond earrings. “What are those?” she sputtered. Laura leaned back in her chair and favored Kate with the same wintry smile that stopped Ben in his tracks earlier. “They appear to be a pair of earrings from our jewelry counter.” She tossed them on the desk, next to the form she had filled out. “Looks like I’m going to have to perform a strip search.” “A what?” Kate almost screamed. “A strip search. You attempted to leave the premises with property that you didn’t pay for. I need to make sure that there isn’t anything else.” “I have no idea how those got there, but I’m not taking off my clothes,” Kate said, dropping back into the chair and crossing her arms defiantly.” For awhile, the only sound in the room was the piped in Christmas track, which just made the whole situation seem more surreal. Finally, Laura leaned forward, and spoke as she was addressing a recalcitrant teenager. “Look Mrs. Jenkins, this dance is getting old. Put yourself in my shoes. I just pulled a pair of earrings out of your purse worth several hundred dollars that you claim to know nothing about. That’s pretty much all I need to press charges. So if you’re really so innocent, shouldn’t you be bending over backwards to prove to me that this is just some bizarre misunderstanding?” Kate glared at her, but nodded sullenly. “Good. Now that we have that out of the way, please stand up and walk over to that table,” she directed, pointing to a table that looked frighteningly like an examination table. Kate discovered a long table next to the first, separated into a series of compartments. “Please remove your clothes one at a time and place them in the compartments. There’s an inventory control sensor like the one at the front door, and it will go off if anything you’re wearing has a store tag on it.” Shaking, Kate slipped off her sneakers and placed them in one of the shallow holes. She knew she didn’t have anything on her that should set off a sensor, but she also hadn’t believed there was anything in her purse that would set it off either. Next she removed her sweatshirt, then her pants, and finally her socks. She stood there shivering as much from fear as from cold, with her arms crossed protectively across her breasts. “So far so good,” Laura congratulated. “Now please remove your underwear. Kate’s eyes widened again, and almost immediately tears of humiliation spilled out. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed silently. Laura let it run its course, but made no move to comfort her. Eventually, Kate got herself under control and Laura handed her a wipe from a box nearby. Kate dabbed her face, took a deep breath, and peeled off her bra and panties. Neither set off an alarm when she dropped them into a compartment. “I’d like to get dressed now,” she insisted, and was stunned when Laura shook her head no. “But all my stuff passed!” Instead of answering, the security guard’s eyes traveled along Kate’s naked body, starting at her feet and moving slowly up her legs and torso. “Please put your arms at your sides,” Laura said clinically. Kate dropped her arms, the feeling of self-consciousness increasing so much that she felt nauseous. All she could think about was how flabby and out of shape she must look to the younger woman. Not that she was ever in the kind of shape that Laura probably was – bookkeeping wasn’t exactly a strenuous occupation – but she imagined that her swelling belly and large full breasts weren’t exactly what the other woman pictured when she thought about what she might look like twenty years from now. Laura walked around behind her and Kate’s discomfort grew. It was one thing to think that your butt was not as a firm as you’d like it and your legs were thicker than you felt was sexy, but it was entirely something else to have to display yourself so blatantly to total stranger, especially one that made you feel inadequate in comparison. After what seemed an eternity, Laura finally spoke again. “Please position yourself up on the table on your hands and knees.” Kate felt like she’d just been doused with cold water. “Excuse me?” For the first time, Laura’s voice was gentle. “We’re almost done. I just need to do a cavity search and you can get out of here.” “A c-c-cavity search?” “Mrs. Jenkins, it’s about a fifty-fifty chance this is all a misunderstanding. But if I let you go and it turns out you WERE hiding something, I’ll lose my job.” “But that’s so…personal,” Kate wailed. “I know,” Laura agreed. “Because of the jewelry, we have to have one done. You can let me do it, or you can have it done down at the station, but you will be searched.” Kate bit her lip. “It’s so humiliating. I swear, I didn’t do anything wrong,” she pleaded. “Look, you’ve done nothing but cooperate. Help me so I can help you. Let me do the search without involving the police and I can fill out my report, and we can put this all behind us. I’ll make it as quick as I can, okay.” Kate seemed to consider her options, and then reluctantly agreed. Gingerly she climbed up on the table and put her ass in the air. “There are handholds on the side; you might want to grab them,” Laura suggested kindly. “Also, slide your feet into the stirrups near the edge of the table; they’ll keep you steady.” As Kate adjusted her position, she heard the elastic snap of a rubber glove. Presently, she felt the warmth of latex move along her inner thigh. Her legs started to tremble. “There, there,” Laura soothed. “Just a few more minutes,” she promised. The next sound she heard was that of something being squirted out of a tube. “This is going to be a little cool,” Laura apologized. Then, with no other warning, she felt a strong thin finger snake between her legs. It was still for a moment, then probed deeper, stroking the inner wall of her pussy. Kate shivered again, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. The finger continued to explore her pussy, causing Kate to pull hard against the hand holds. Laura’s other hand spread her lips wider so that she could work a second finger in and Kate bit her lip to choke back a moan. She didn’t think she was supposed to be enjoying this, but she couldn’t help it. With both fingers twisting gently Kate felt Laura’s other hand, the one that she’d used to spread her wider, settle over her clit and start to rub. Laura wiggled the fingers inside as she coaxed Kate’s clit out of its hood and Kate let out a low, guttural moan. She’d never been touched like this before by a man OR a woman and her body was responding to it strongly. In order to get her legs to stop trembling she dug her heels into the stirrups, which effectively locked her legs and trapped the fingers inside her. Laura’s hand left Kate’s excited clit long enough to slap her ass sharply, making Kate clamp down harder on the fingers inside her. She moaned louder, her former embarrassment all but forgotten. Laura extracted her fingers from Kate’s pussy but returned her other hand to her swollen clit, rubbing vigorously. Kate felt a finger press against her asshole and shook her head weakly. “Please, I’ve never had anything go in there,” she whimpered. “Rules are rules. Need to check everywhere,” Laura reminded her, her voice husky, and pushed her finger in past Kate’s anal ring. Holiday Rush This time Kate let out a pained yelp and flinched, but Laura continued to push until she was in past the second knuckle. She explored Kate’s virgin hole, letting her finger worm its way deep inside Kate while Kate squirmed to get away from it. Laura stopped rubbing and gripped Kate’s clit firmly between two fingers, pinching as she started to pump her finger in and out of Kate’s ass. Kate gasped and slumped against the table, her rock hard nipples digging into the cushion of the examination table. Again Laura worked a second finger into Kate, only this time Kate leaned into it and spreaded herself unbidden. Laura proved to be very good at manipulating her, bringing her repeatedly to the edge of climax and then letting her back off until juice ran down the inside of her thighs. The third finger forced another moan out of Kate that seemed almost animal. By then, the initial pain had actually given way to a pleasure that Kate would have been hard put to describe. All she knew was that with three fingers buried in her ass she felt so full that every nerve in her body tingled. “How’s the ‘search’ going, Ms. King?” a familiar voice asked from the head of the table. Kate looked up and what she saw caused her to squeeze squeezed down on the fingers in her ass in surprise; it was Tom! “What are YOU doing here?” she panted. “Lieutenant Cahill is in charge security,” Laura answered for him. LIEUTENANT Cahill? He was a policeman? Now Kate’s head really WAS spinning. “I don’t understand,” she stuttered. “When he bumped into me earlier, I thought…” her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. She wanted to push herself up, to confront him, but the sensations in her groin made that all but impossible. “Why?” she croaked, her voice hoarse from moaning. “Why not?” he responded. “It’s kind of a tradition here at the store. Why should shoppers be the only ones that enjoy themselves on ‘Black Friday’?” He moved around to join Laura down by her ass. “So I’m not really in any trouble?” she gasped, a sense of amazement mixing with the arousal. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he teased, and she heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being opened. A few moments later Laura removed all her fingers and Kate whimpered pathetically. But then rough hands settled on her hips and something warm and thick parted her pussy lips, sliding along the opening but stopping just short of entering. She tried to grind against it, to work it in, but it just continued to tease her until it was coated with her juice. Then, just as abruptly, it disappeared. She turned and saw that Tom was leaning against the desk, naked. From the looks of things, he’d probably been a jock when he was younger, but his best days were behind him. He still had a barrel chest, and his legs looked strong and powerful, but his middle had expanded considerably and the hair on his chest and arms was flecked with grey. However, between his legs hung a nice sized cock, with a thick mushroom head and large, swollen balls; and right now, it was pointing right at her, throbbing noticeably and still glistening with her moisture. “Come here,” he commanded. Kate slid off the table ass first and did as she was told. “Now that you know our little game, you get a choice,” he said mysteriously. “What kind of choice?” she asked. “Collect your things and leave,” he said simply. “Or?” He met her gaze. “Prove that you’d rather stay.” She started to ask how she was supposed to do that, but then realized that the answer was staring her in the face - so to speak. Hesitantly, she reached toward his pulsing cock, but he batted her hand away gently. “Not that way,” he chided. “Get on your knees.” When she was down he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back. Using his other hand, he traced his cock over her upturned face, letting it come to rest on her lips. When she didn’t respond, he thumped it gently against her closed mouth until she stuck out her tongue. She tasted herself on him and was surprised to find that she liked it. She licked a little more off, which Tom decided was her way of asking him to feed her his cock, so he did. She sucked on it hard, gagging as he pressed her nose into his pubic hair. He started fucking her face slowly, forcing her to let his cock slide down her throat. Laura joined them, pressing her naked body against Kate’s back as she reached around and teased Kate’s nipples. The rubber gloves were gone, but like before, Laura’s talented fingers found ways to send pleasant jolts through her body, and Kate was so aroused now that she soon found that she was sitting in a small puddle; from the warm wetness pressed against her ass, she suspected that Laura might be as well. The thought made her moan. “Get on your hands and knees,” Tom grunted, pulling his cock free. Laura released her throbbing nipples, allowing her to fall forward. Then she scooted around and pushed her pussy in Kate’s face. The smell of the woman’s sex filled her nose, making her feel lightheaded. “Go on – you need to prove to Laura that you want to stay too,” Tom demanded. Up until now, Kate had had a pretty plain vanilla sex life; she’d never even seen a dirty movie. Now, not only had she just sucked a total stranger’s cock, but she was also being encouraged to lick another woman’s pussy. Realizing that she needed some encouragement, Tom began sliding his cock between her parted pussy lips again. In no time she started dripping, and the act of pushing down and trying to grab it just made it slicker. He teased her, holding her still and putting it where he wanted. This time when he pulled away she thought he was punishing her for her reluctance, so she leaned forward and gently licked one of Laura’s shaved, swollen pussy lips. Laura’s thigh muscles strained and she bucked, surprised and excited by Kate’s capitulation. Kate followed the first lick with a longer one that ran the length of Laura’s slit. Laura arched her back and, with surprising speed, grabbed Kate’s head with both hands and pulled it between her legs. Kate opened her mouth in shock and protest, scraping he upper teeth against Laura’s rock hard clit, and the other woman groaned with pleasure. Instinctively, Kate drew the hard nub between her teeth and chewed gently, teasing it with her tongue as she bit down, earning and even more enthusiastically vocal response from Laura. While Kate was distracted, Tom pressed his throbbing cock head, now leaking a generous amount of precum, against her sore, abused asshole. Before she could react or even choke out a strangled plea for mercy he was entered her. The resulting scream seemed to shake the walls and rattle the door. “It’s alright,” he soothed, patting her back. “It just hurts for a minute.” Her breathing came in short, fast bursts, and for a while it sounded like she might hyperventilate. He slid his cock in deeper, until his balls grazed her ass cheeks, and she whimpered softly. Then he withdrew until just the swollen head was still lodged in her ass. He repeated this several times, letting Kate gradually get used to the invasion, and eventually she started to try to push back, meeting his thrusts. She gobbled Laura’s pussy noisily, trying to stick her tongue in as deep as Tom was ramming his cock in. He grabbed hold of her hips as he increased his speed, slamming into her harder, making her cry out. She’s begun finger fucking Laura as well, jamming her finger in and out while she used her teeth to tug on the woman’s clit, and Laura was now pounding her fists rapidly against the floor. About this time a strange thing happened. Deep in her groin, in the place where her orgasms usually started, she felt a stirring. Not the normal kind, which if pressed she’d have described as a faint itch that built quickly to a roaring explosion that made her ears ring; this feeling was different – more like a warm glow. With each thrust in her ass the warmth spread until pretty soon it had swallowed her whole body. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop – she needed a chance to figure out what was happening to her - but no sound came out. Then, the tips of her nipples and the head of her clit started to tingle – no, vibrate - and suddenly it felt like they were on fire. She squirmed, working the cock even deeper into her ass, and let her chest drop to the floor – pressing her engorged nipples against the tight weave of the carpet. This caused her back to arch and she gripped the cock in her ass so tightly she was surprised it didn’t break off. Her body started to shake violently and a moan rose from her throat as the most intense wave of feeling that she’d ever felt tore through her body. Tom held on tightly, riding it out as she gasped for breath under him, concussive waves of pleasure wracking her body. When they finally stopped he let go of her hips and she slumped to the ground, his still erect member coming loose from her ass with a “pop”. Wordlessly Tom stood up and stepped over Kate. He reached down and scooped Laura up. Taking her over to the examination table, he positioned her on the edge, laying back, with her ankles on his shoulder. With a growl he drove his cock between her legs and her head thrashed from side to side as she struggled to take all of him. The scene would have been comical if it hadn’t been so sexually raw. Here was this middle aged man, with his farmer’s tan and his fat flabby ass, fucking a muscular, model thin young woman who was acting like he had invented the sex act. She yelled at him to fuck harder, digging her short nails into his arms as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Spit flew from her mouth as he slammed into her and her toes curled and uncurled every time his cock struck some sensitive spot inside her. He shook her hands off viciously, reached down, and grabbed Laura’s puffy, light brown nipples. He twisted them roughly and she convulsed, causing the table to rattle with the sheer force of her climax. Freeing himself he padded back over to Kate and pulled her to her feet. He led her over to the wall, which she now saw was translucent. On the other side of it sat Ben, facing them, a placid look on his face. Panicked, she tried to turn and run but he held in place by her shoulders. “Relax,” Tom whispered. “He can’t see or hear you.” “Really?” she asked disbelieving. “Really. He’s sitting in one of the observation suites. We can see every move he makes, but we might as well be on another planet as far as he’s concerned.” He banged his fist against the wall. “This is almost a foot thick. He’d have a better chance seeing through cement.” It felt strange standing here, naked, another man’s cock pressed against her, and there was her husband sitting a few feet away plain as day. She could swear he was staring right at her, but instead of feeling any shame it was making her even wetter. . “Show him how it’s done,” she encouraged, pushing back against Tom. She didn’t have to say it twice. His cock found familiar ground between her legs, only this time there was no teasing. Gone was the playfulness and the patience - he hadn’t come yet and his own need was building. He jabbed his cock in, forcing her wide, while she braced herself against the glass wall and stared into her husband’s eyes. Tom slapped her ass hard, the blows ringing loudly, and Kate’s head lolled back. The itch had started almost immediately, the one she was used to, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she had relief. Laura slid under them and returned Kate’s earlier kindness, sucking Kate’s clit between her teeth. Kate wanted to grab Laura’s head and urge her to bite harder but she was afraid that if she let go of the wall she’d lose her balance. His orgasm near, Tim stopped spanking Kate’s ass and forced a meaty finger into her upturned, still gaping asshole. Although smaller than his cock, it was big enough to start Kate trembling. When he added a second finger Kate’s mouth went slack. The warmth returned and joined the itch, and it was all Kate could do to keep from passing out. Suddenly Tim roared and let go a flood of cum that succeeded in setting Kate off as well. As it broke free it felt like her body was being torn apart, the stimulation so overwhelming that she finally DID pass out. When she roused, Laura was lovingly lapping her pussy, cleaning up the cum and the juice with her tongue. She came one final time, then wobbled unsteadily over to the examination table and collected her belongings. She got herself together as best she could; Tim was already dressed, and Laura made herself presentable with practiced ease. She followed Tim and Laura out into the waiting area where Ben sat, struggling to act natural and not give away the fact that she felt like she’d been ridden by a bull. Ben was still staring fixedly at the wall, and curious, she followed his gaze. There, just below the spot where her face probably had been on the other side, was a 30” flat screen monitor. No wonder he’d looked so intent – he’d been watching the game! “Mr. Jenkins,” Tim said officiously, “I’m so sorry for your inconvenience.” “Hey,” Ben said. “You’re the guy from the register line.” Tim tipped his head. “Yes sir. Tim Cahill; I’m head of security here.” “Head of security,” Ben repeated uneasily. “What the hell is going on here?” Tim shuffled back and forth uncomfortably, as if he was about to air dirty laundry. “I’m afraid there’s been a terrible mistake. Our equipment had a severe malfunction, and unfortunately it took us some time to straighten it out. But your wife here was very accommodating, and in the end, we got to the bottom of things.” He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew an envelope. He handed it to Ben and motioned for him to open it. “I realize that it’s not much, but I hope you’ll accept this as proof that we take mistakes like this very seriously.” Ben pulled out a stack of papers and showed them to Kate. Fanning them out, there had to be at least $1,000 in store gift certificates. Ben let out a low whistle. “Damn baby,” he laughed. “You ought to get stopped by security here more often.” ******* Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading it, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. 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