6 comments/ 89396 views/ 139 favorites Today at the Bookstore By: tstar89 I was straightening books on the shelf when a clatter at the front door of the bookstore drew my attention. A man was pulling on the handle of the locked door with one hand, knocking furiously with the other. My manager, Ethan, looked up from where he had been reconciling the registers. "We're closed," he called, gesturing at the darkened sign in the window. "I just need one thing," the man insisted. Ethan shook his head. "Sorry, man. We open again tomorrow at ten." The man kicked the door and strode away. Jenny, a coworker, looked up from where she had been bagging up the trash and huffed, blowing back a strand of her blue hair. "Jesus, some people." Ethan shot her a sardonic smile. "Right? It's a fucking bookstore." Andy came out from the back of the store, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Back's all clean," he told us. "Awesome." Ethan made the last note on the sheet in front of him and closed the register drawer. "Chloe, how's the shelves?" "Finished with resorts," I told him. "I've got section three left to straighten and I'm good." He nodded. "Finish that up and you guys get the hell out of here." We murmured our assent and, before long, I was following Jenny and Andy out the back door of the store. I was nearly at my car when I realized I had left the bag of purchases I had made inside on my shelf in the back. I swore. "You all right, Chlo?" Andy called, one foot in his car. "Sure, just forgot something." I waved him off. "Gonna run back in. Have a good night!" "You too." Sighing, I fumbled with my keys, finding the one that would let me back into the store. Overhead, the alarm chimed as I opened the door. "Who's that?" Ethan called from the front of the store. "It's me," I yelled back. "Forgot something." I grabbed the bag I had forgotten and paused in the door. I debated for a long moment before heading back into the front of the store. Ethan was no longer at the front check-out counter, but our back counter where we evaluated used products our customers brought in to sell to us. He was leaning heavily on the high counter, surrounded by paperwork as he carefully transcribed numbers from one sheet to another. Given his back was to me, I didn't bother to be subtle as I stared. Ethan was a strikingly beautiful man: extremely tall—more than a foot taller than I was—with a lean build, fair skin, and dark hair and eyes. The jeans he wore hugged his body and his t-shirt was snug enough to show off the muscle definition of his upper body. If it weren't enough that he was gorgeous, he was also a great person—kind and well-mannered, funny and smart. I had told my best friend on more than one occasion that if I were to build a man to order like a burrito, Ethan would be who I came up with. "You find what you forgot?" His voice startled me from my thoughts. "Yeah." I slipped around him to hop up and sit on the counter, careful not to disturb his paperwork, and settled my bag next to me. "Are you about done?" I asked him. "Should be soon," he sighed. "Have you talked to Jack about the shift lead position?" I nodded. Jack was our store manager; Ethan and two others were shift leads, and one of those shift leads had recently left the company, leaving a vacant position. I, and a couple others, had indicated interest in the position. "He says he'll know more about what he's doing after he looks at the numbers at the end of the month." Ethan nodded. "Keep on him. You'd be great." I smiled a little, blushing faintly. "Thanks. I'll keep harassing him about it. He can't hate me anymore than he already does." Ethan grinned. "I keep telling you, Jack is a dick. He hates everyone." "He especially hates me." I watched as he finished one set of paperwork and began the other. "Did Jenny tell you about that asshat earlier?" "Which one? We're always full of them." "The one who talked to us about our skin?" "No, what happened?" "The guy complimented her on her skin, told her it was pretty. Which is weird, but whatever. Then he started asking she and I about what face products we used, how we kept our skin looking so soft, how he bet neither of us ever had a problem with acne..." Ethan snorted. "It puts the lotion on its skin?" I giggled. "That's what we kept thinking! I'm half surprised he wasn't waiting out back for us." Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "I swear, the people who come in this store sometimes." He shuffled his papers together and leaned over me to grab a folder from underneath the counter. In doing so, he absently rested his other hand against my knee. My bare knee, inches below the hem of my skirt. I held my breath, and he froze. His hand tightened, briefly, before he pulled back, a flush in his cheeks, and shoved his papers into the folder. "Sorry," he said, "didn't mean—" Suddenly bold, I put my hand over his. "I'm not." He stopped. "I guess I'm not sorry either." He straightened the papers in the folder before setting it aside. "You know," he said casually, coming to stand in front of me, "that company policy says nothing against employees dating. Even shift leads and employees." "I thought I knew that," I agreed. "Right? The only thing is that the store manager has to be aware of the relationship." "Convenient." Ethan traced my knee with the tip of a finger. "Jack will be opening the store tomorrow," he noted, "and I'll be in by 2:30. I'm sure I'd be able to talk with him before he leaves." His fingertip hit a sensitive place on the inside of my knee, and I couldn't suppress a small jump. Ethan smiled. Almost before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on mine, hard and fast. I gasped, and his tongue found mine. His hand that had been on my knee rested now on my bare thigh, searing me with its heat; his other hand came up to cradle my head as he kissed me, fingertips running along my jaw. My hands pressed against his sides, fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. When he pulled back, we were both out of breath. He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. His hands remained where they were, more or less, though he stroked my skin gently, almost absently. "I'd say I hadn't imagined this happening this way, but I'd be lying." "Good," I murmured. "So would I." A warm, teasing smile spread on his face. "Why, Chloe, are you admitting to having fantasized about kissing me on the buy counter?" His hand on my thigh made me bold. "Not exactly." My hands drifted up to his shoulders. "When I thought about it, we didn't just stop at kissing." I pulled him down to me before he processed my words. I could tell when he did, because he groaned softly into the kiss, his hands falling to my waist, stroking and squeezing me through my thin cotton shirt. "Wicked," he murmured, trailing his lips along my jawline. My skin flamed where he touched me. His hands drew me to the edge of the counter, his body pressing against mine. I let my knees fall apart, pulling him closer to me. I could feel him, hard already, as our hips came together. He slipped a hand under my shirt, cupping my breast, and I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against him. He bit my neck in response. A hand I had almost not noticed on my leg went under my skirt, teasing along my inner thigh. I kissed along his collarbone, drew my tongue across the pulse point in his neck; he shuddered. His hand reached its destination; I felt the heat of it through my panties before he touched me. Deftly, he drew my panties to the side before teasing me with his fingers. I arched against him, muffling my gasp against his neck. Gently, he plunged first one, then two fingers inside me, curling them upward as he moved his hand. I whimpered and clung to his shoulders as he teased his mouth across my neck, twisting and fucking me with his fingers. "So hot, so wet," he murmured against my skin. "Tell me, Chloe," he thrusted his hand deep, drawing a sharp moan from me, "were you planning this?" I didn't answer, just moved my hips to urge his fingers to fuck me harder. He stilled, and I whined. His thumb slowly, painstakingly, brushed over my clit. I shuddered. "Answer me." "N-no," I managed, my whole body tense as I waited for him to touch me again. He did, the softest brush of the pad of his thumb. My hips jerked. "No what?" His thumb circled my clit, carefully not touching it, even while his fingers were inside me, unmoving. "No, I didn't plan this." He bit the side of my neck and brushed my clit again; I cried out, my hands fisting in his shirt. My legs around his waist tightened, but he wasn't moved. "Happy accident," I managed to say. He chuckled before claiming my mouth again. As his tongue battled with mine, he began to rub my clit in earnest, his fingers finally beginning to move inside me once more. It seemed only seconds later that I felt my thighs begin to shake, my pussy begin to quiver, before I exploded in my orgasm, crying out sharply and digging my nails into Ethan's back as I shook and convulsed on his hand. His clever fingers carried me through it, only beginning to slow their movements when I slumped against him. All thoughts of resting left my mind, though, when Ethan brought his hand to his mouth and licked the wetness from my body off his fingers. I was suddenly acute aware of how hard he still was, pressed close against my body. I pushed him back gently and slid off the counter. I unfastened his jeans and reached inside them, taking his cock in my hand. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around it. It was long and thick and heavy in my hand. Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. "Sweet Jesus," he moaned, grabbing hold of the counter to keep on his feet. I smiled around my mouthful of cock and teased him with my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands came to rest on my head, weaving into my hair, and I sucked him harder, using my hand where I couldn't take him all the way in my mouth. I was so lost in what I was doing that the sound of the door chime barely registered. I flicked my tongue against the underside of his cock, and Ethan's hand fisted in my hair; he didn't seem to be doing much better. The scraping sound of footsteps on the concrete floor of the back of the store, however, drew me back into reality. Ethan twitched, and I pulled away. I rocked back on my heels, attempting to find my way to my feet, and Ethan rushed to fasten his jeans. I glanced behind Ethan and froze. Jack, the store manager, was leaning against the wall, one foot crossed in front of the other, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was largely unreadable, but I thought I saw some amusement and definitely some lust. "No, please," he said, "don't stop on my account." "Jack, I know how bad this looks, but—" Jack held up a hand, cutting Ethan off. "No, really. Don't stop." I stared at him. Surely he didn't mean that. I shifted, starting to get to my feet again, and Jack's eyes flicked to me, pinning me where I was. "Would you rather I write you both up for failure to disclose a romantic relationship between a manager and a subordinate?" "I was going to tell you tomorrow," Ethan protested. "I'm sure." Jack's eyes trailed over me, then the still-hard bulge barely hidden by Ethan's open pants, and then back to me. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, painfully aware of the disheveled picture I made, still glowing from my orgasm and still on my knees, but I was aroused as well. There was something about the weight of Jack's focus, the thrill of having been caught, that was actually adding something for me. "Tell you what. You two finish what you started here, and we won't worry about any formal punishment. I'd hate to have to report this to corporate. I'd probably have to fire both of you." Ethan opened his mouth to protest again, and Jack slammed his hand against the wall. "Jesus Christ, Ethan, just fuck the girl's mouth already, or I will show you how to myself." Ethan looked like he wanted to argue some more, so I settled the matter for him. My hand wiggled into his pants again, fingers wrapping around his cock. His shoulders sagged for half a second before his hands wound into my hair again. With him on board, I guided his cock to my mouth again. "Good girl," Jack praised, reclining against the wall once more. "Smart girl does what she's told." Ethan's cock seemed to swell in my mouth, and I wondered if he was getting off on Jack watching. I wondered if I cared. Jack gave pointers, directing the both of us, and we both tried our best to accommodate him. "You don't have to be so gentle with her, she can take it. Give his balls a squeeze, there you go. Can't you take any more of him in your mouth than that?" At that last, I plunged my mouth down, taking in more of Ethan than I had previously, fitting nearly all of his cock in my mouth. Ethan groaned, his hands tightening in my hair, and Jack made an approving sound. "I always thought you were a slut," he told me. "Fuck her little whore's mouth." Ethan did as he was told, holding my head still in front of him, hair pulled taut beneath his hands, and pistoned in and out of my mouth. I whimpered as his cock beat against my throat, my hands gripping Ethan's hips to try to regain some control, but he wouldn't let me. "Oh, fuck, Chloe," he muttered through gritted teeth. I gave up on having any control, merely using my tongue to stimulate him as best I could as he plowed into my mouth. I felt him tighten and pulse in my mouth and knew he was close. I sucked harder on him, one hand squeezing his ass and the other massaging his balls, and flicked my tongue against the pulsing place just under the head of his cock. Ethan cried out, his hips pumping harder and faster as the first streams of his cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed frantically, barely able to keep up with him as jet after jet of hot cum filled my mouth. I laved his twitching cock with my tongue as his orgasm finally eased. Once I was sure he was finished, I drew away, rocking back on my heels. Ethan petted my hair, his cheeks flushed. There was some apology in his eyes. Ethan began to straighten his clothes, fastening his pants again, when Jack again interrupted. "Not so fast there, kid," he said, eyes glittering. "You really gonna leave your lady there unsatisfied?" He raised his eyebrows. "Make a habit of that and someone else will come along and do your job." I had a pretty good idea what was about to come, but it didn't stop my pussy, which was already aching with need, from clenching at what he said next. "Throw that bitch up there on the counter and fuck her." Ethan looked conflicted for about two seconds. He looked back at me, still on my knees in front of him, a question in his eyes. He was still hard. "It's okay," I told him quietly, taking his hand to stand on wobbly legs. I used my hands to lever my body back up to sit on the high counter, where all of this had started. I had barely settled on the counter before Ethan was on me, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth on mine once more. The heat from Jack's gaze flickered on my skin, and I found myself wrapping my legs around Ethan. His hand found the hem of my shirt and ventured underneath it. I whimpered at the heat from his hand trailing up my ribcage. When he grasped my breast, I cried out into the kiss, my hips jerking against his. Ethan pulled my shirt off before setting to exploring my collarbone with his mouth. His hands reached behind me, sure fingers finding the clasp of my bra and unhooking it easily. I felt the support from my bra give way, and didn't fight as he eased the straps off my shoulders. Distantly, I wondered if I would regret that our first time was shared with Jack, and then Ethan's mouth found my nipple, and I didn't care. His mouth licked and nibbled at my breast as his hands tugged at my skirt. I raised my hips to let him slip it off, leaving me in nothing but skimpy blue lace panties. I saw Jack out of the corner of my eye, palming his erection over his jeans. Ethan dropped to his knees in front of the counter, grabbing me around my knees and pulling me to the edge of the counter. His fingers hooked in the sides of my panties and pulled them off, down my legs to fall to the floor. I was naked in front of two completely dressed men, and my pussy was so wet it was dripping onto the counter. Ethan's eyes seared me as his tongue brushed the folds of my pussy. I moaned, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder and the other falling to his head. He stroked my thighs as his tongue teased around my clit. I threw my head back, arching my back, and found myself making eye contact with Jack. His gaze was so heated I could feel it on me even after I closed my eyes. Ethan's fingers found their way inside me again, fucking me furiously as his tongue traced my clit. I leaned back on the counter, supporting myself first with my hands, then my elbows, unable to do anything but moan and writhe as he worked my body closer and closer to orgasm. Ethan had just begun to suck on my clit when Jack spoke again. "Stop," he ordered. Ethan obeyed instantly, and I was left reeling, panting, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Jack raised an eyebrow at the two of us. "Pretty sure I told you to fuck the slut, not eat her." I blushed, once more aware of the fact we were essentially performing for him. My hands fluttered for a second, as if to collect some shred of modesty, which was a worthless instinct at this point. Ethan opened his pants again, letting his hard cock spring free again. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke it. He stepped between my knees, and I raised them to wrap around his waist. "No," Jack interrupted, "I want you to bend her over. Fuck her like a bitch." I flushed again, my pussy clenching. I'd never really appreciated dirty talk from my former lovers, but damned if my body didn't love every demeaning, nasty thing that was coming out of Jack's mouth. Ethan pulled me off the counter and spun my body around. The counter hit me mid-stomach; Ethan's hands on my hips lifted me until it was level with my hips. I could just barely, mostly, reach the floor with my toes. I felt his cock pressing against my from behind and arched my body back against him. His hands pressed my hips against the counter hard, and I wondered if I would bruise. His cock teased my entrance, and I whimpered, wriggling on the counter, unable to take him inside me. "Beg for it," Jack commanded. I hesitated. One of Ethan's hands moved from my hips to press between my shoulder blades, pressing me down against the counter so I was bent at nearly a ninety degree angle in front of him. "Beg for him to fuck you, slut." I closed my eyes. I could feel Ethan's cock just outside my pussy; the heat of it was incredible. I could feel the wetness from my pussy oozing out of me. My breasts pressed into the countertop. I knew that as he fucked me, my nipples would brush against the countertop with every thrust. Ethan's cock rubbed slickly against me, and I spread my legs further. Still he was careful not to penetrate me. "Beg for it like the slut you are, or you will not like the consequence." In spite of myself, I felt my pussy lurch, wondering what consequences Jack might come up with. I had more immediate concerns, however. "Please," I whispered. "Please, Ethan. Fuck me. Oh god, Ethan, please fuck me." Ethan groaned and shoved into me. I moaned sharply as he forced his way into my pussy. I was slick and ready, but his cock felt enormous as it filled and stretched me. He held nothing back, either, as he began to thrust hard and fast. I scrambled for purchase on the slick counter top as Ethan fucked into me from behind. My toes lost their place on the floor and my body was at Ethan's mercy, where he held my hips pinned against the top of the counter. I moaned as he thrusted into me, my breasts bouncing, my nipples dragging across the cold countertop with each movement, just as I had imagined they would do. Today at the Bookstore Pt. 02 I was shelving books on a shelf above my head, tiptoeing to reach. A hand grabbed hold of my elbow, and I wobbled, jerking away, the book I was attempting to place on the shelf nearly slipping from my hands. A dark-haired man, around fortyish, leered at me. "Excuse me, darlin', could you help me find a book?" Irritated, I huffed, blowing hair back out of my face. "Sure," I told him, setting the book I held back on the cart. "What are you looking for?" He proffered a list at me. I skimmed the titles, and then raised my eyebrows. The titles included "A Man's Struggle with Sexual Integrity," "A Proven Path to Sexual Integrity," and "Rebuilding Sexual Integrity." "I'd also like to see some books on how to help my wife become more submissive," he told me with a grin. "She never does what I tell her." I stared at him evenly. "That was a joke, sweets," he clarified. "I see. Well, it looks like all these titles are going to be in the Christian living section, which is right over there. It's alphabetized by the author." I gestured in the right direction. "Let me know if you need more help." I turned back to my cart. His hand wrapped around my upper arm and pulled me back to face him. "No, I need you to show me." I jerked my arm away. "Sir, I'm going to ask you not touch me." His eyebrows drew together. "Just getting your attention, darlin'." Jack, the store manager, was suddenly standing behind the man. "Can I help you with something?" The man sized Jack up. "No, I was just getting some directions from this cutie here." "That's really not an appropriate way to talk about my employees." The man held up his hands in surrender. "'Scuse me," he said before turning and walking away, muttering under his breath. I rubbed my arm where the man had grabbed it. "Thanks," I told Jack. He flashed me a filthy smile. "I thought about just letting him have you." I flushed. No one had said anything about what had happened when Jack had caught Ethan and I after work the other night, though almost an entire week had passed. I did notice that Jack had scheduled himself a couple more closing shifts than usual over the coming weeks, all coinciding with nights I was closing as well, usually with Ethan. I knew there was more coming after that encounter, but I hadn't been willing to poke the bear. Jack looked like he was about to beat the bear with a stick. "When you get done with that cart, come to the office real quick. We've got a bunch of paperwork to get sorted to make the promotion official." "Sure." I was able to get the books shelved in only a handful of minutes, without further disruption, and soon found myself knocking at the open door of the office. "Come in," Jack told me. The office was a small, cluttered room, lined with bookshelves and dominated by a large, standard metal-and-wood-veneer desk. The desk was always covered in paperwork and files and coffee cups and who knows what else. A rolling chair set between the desk and the door, and a larger, comfier chair, where Jack was seated, set behind the desk. I took the rolling chair, tucking the skirt of my sundress around me. Jack held out a smallish, plain brown cardboard box to me. "Before you get comfortable, I have a congratulations gift for you." There was a gleam in his eyes as I reached for it. "Go on and take it to the bathroom to open it. You'll know what to do with it. Then come back and we'll get your paperwork squared away." I was blushing as I did as I was told. I had no idea what was in the box, but I knew this was Jack exerting the same control over me as he had with his cock in my mouth the week prior. I didn't dare argue. I locked myself in the single-stalled women's bathroom before opening the box. Inside lay a purple plastic butterfly. If that butterfly also had a penis, that is. It was a butterfly vibrator, with a four inch, curved penis and nubs for both clitoral and anal stimulation. It also had straps to go around my thighs and waist to ensure it stayed in place. The printing on the package screamed "REMOTE CONTROLLED," and there was no remote to be seen. I was willing to bet Jack had it ready to go in his office. My skin prickled as I blushed, even with no one to see me, and I felt my pussy clenching. I hoped to God it was quiet. I wiggled my cotton underwear off and took some time adjusting the vibrator. It fit snugly against my pussy, the dildo part penetrating just deep enough to tease, the rounded nubs nestling against my clit and ass. The straps seemed as if they would hold it in place securely, but I pulled my underwear back on over it nonetheless. I wondered, briefly, if Jack would make me take them off again. I closed the box back up and headed back to the office. Jack's grin was even filthier when I settled gingerly in the chair across from him, still acclimating to the feel of the butterfly against me. Even without the vibrations, the friction of it against me was stimulating. I fought the urge to buck my hips, to rub against it. Jack stood and crossed behind me to close the door. He came to stand behind me, hands coming to knead my shoulders. "How do you like your gift?" he asked. "I'm not sure yet," I told him. "I'm looking forward to finding out." He laughed. "God, I wish I'd known sooner what a slut you are." His fingers briefly traced my collarbone before he stepped away and retook his seat on the far side of the desk. "I expect you to wear that for the rest of your shift. You don't take it off until I tell you. Understand?" I nodded. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes," I told him. "I'm sure you noticed it's remote controlled." I nodded again. "You don't cum unless you have permission. If you disobey, there will be consequences. Understood?" I shifted my weight in the chair. "Yes." "Excellent. Now, about your paperwork." He shoved a sheaf of papers and an ink pen at me. I signed and initialed where he indicated and set about completing the necessary tax forms. As I did so, I felt the butterfly nestled in the folds of my pussy come to life. It was a soft, gentle vibration, but it caused me to jump nearly out of my seat. The dildo inside my pussy didn't seem to be vibrating, but the nubs pressed against my clit and my ass buzzed gently, just enough to make their presence known. I took a deep breath, adjusting to the sensation. "Each part has its own control," Jack told me, slipping the remote back in his pocket. "So there's lots of room for variety." I smothered a grin and kept at the paperwork. As I made my way through the stack, Jack slowly amped up the intensity of the vibrations. It was hell of distracting, but—thankfully—the vibrations were subtle and quiet. I couldn't hear any buzzing sounds, even though both nubs vibrated merrily against my most sensitive areas. At length I shoved the completed paperwork back at him, crossing my legs in attempt to press harder against the buzzing butterfly. I was coming to appreciate the level of teasing Jack was engaging me in here; the buzzing was persistent enough to keep my body aroused, but nowhere near strong enough to bring me to orgasm. "Anything else you need?" I asked lightly. "Before you get back to work, how about you get under this desk and let me fuck your mouth again?" I froze. I don't know why this was the boundary I struggled with—I'd allowed the man to control a vibrator attached to my pussy, after all. Still, I was keenly aware that it was 3:30 in the afternoon, and I had over half a dozen coworkers out in the store who may need to come in the office at any moment. I hesitated. Jack laughed. "I'm kidding." His hand slipped in his pocket, and the vibrations against my clit kicked up another notch. "For now," he added. He nodded to the door. "Go get back to work." As I headed out the door, the vibrations in the dildo started. Mostly, the vibrator hummed at a low speed—undeniably present, of course, but not so persistent that I couldn't focus or do my job. It maintained a steady teasing thrum, which lent a rather illicitly erotic light to my normal tasks. As I shelved books in the children's section, the three points of the vibrator shifted to a soft, fluttering rhythm in place of the steady buzz they had been maintaining. I only just caught myself before I started rocking my hips in rhythm with them. I grasped the edge of my cart and took a deep, shuddering breath. Luckily, there was no one in the aisle with me. I shuddered, trying to adjust to the new intense sensations. Several deep breaths later, I resumed my work with trembling hands. The vibrations tapered back down before I finished unloading my cart, and I headed back to the back of the store to refill it. I didn't even register my coworker Andy talking to me as our paths crossed. He bumped my shoulder as he walked by me with a cart full of records. "You okay, Chloe?" "Yeah, sure," I told him, pasting on a bright smile. "You seem distracted." In response, the vibrator ratcheted back up. I imagined I could feel the butterfly fucking into me with its vibrating penis. I shivered. "Yeah," I reassured. "I'm fine. Just got my head in the clouds today." Andy frowned. "All right. Let me know if you need anything." I patted his shoulder. "Really, I'm fine. Thanks for checking in with me." I was helping an old lady track down the numerous paperbacks on a list she'd brought in when the vibrations became overwhelming, like Jack had cranked all the controls up to their highest setting. I stammered in the middle of my sentence, and the lady looked at me like I had lost my mind. I shook my head. "I'm so sorry. The Nora Roberts books you want are going to be right over here." I gestured vaguely. "Excuse me." I began searching the store for Jack, before my orgasm overwhelmed me. I found him on the phone at the front of the store. He grinned at me as I approached. "Yes, ma'am, hold on just one second and I'll check the shelves for you." He clicked the hold button on the cordless phone in his hand and then leaned back against the counter. "Do you need something?" he asked me, his smile wicked. I glanced over his shoulder, mindful of the two cashiers and the line of waiting customers, all completely within earshot. "Yes," I told him, trying not to fidget. The thrumming and pulsing inside me was nearly overpowering; I imagined I could hear the buzzing against my clit. "Answer's no," he said. My face flushed. No. He didn't understand how badly I needed to cum. I followed him as he shoved away from the counter and headed back into the fiction section. "Please," I said quietly, watching while he located a copy of The Great Gatsby on the shelf. "No, Chloe. And remember, consequences." He resumed his phone call. "Ma'am, it looks like we do have a copy. Would you like me to place that on hold for you?" His hand slipped in his pocket, and the intensity somehow increased. I moaned aloud, unable to stop myself. Jack choked on a laugh. I bit my lip, frantically trying to hold back the impending wave of my orgasm. My fingernails cut into the palms of my hands as I clenched my fists, swaying where I stood. Part of me wanted to find out what the consequences would be, of course, but the rest of me thought it would be safer not to push it, not yet. Jack was still on the phone. I closed my eyes. I thought of the least sexy things I could imagine, trying to push back the seeming inevitable orgasm. My hands shook. I bit back a choked sob. The buzzing stopped. The vibrator, which had not ceased stimulating me for the last two hours, fell still. I could have cried. The pressure to cum slowly eased, and I drew a deep breath. Jack patted me on the head. Right. Back to work then. The vibrations came and went throughout the rest of my shift, though I didn't reach that same level of desperation to cum. The three points of torment would tease and thrum and goad me close to that point, flirting with the edge of an orgasm, and then they would drop off. I marveled at how Jack knew just how far to push me when most of the time, he was nowhere to be seen. I had no illusions about asking for permission to cum, after that first time. About half an hour before we closed, the vibrations settled on a slow, steady flutter. As I set about my closing tasks, first resorting some out of place items, the butterfly gradually picked up speed. Once we had finally ushered the last reluctant customers out the door, I focused on counting out the cashiers and reconciling the registers, rather than the butterfly buzzing ardently against my swollen, dripping pussy. By the time the other employees were finishing their closing tasks, the vibration was steady and strong, and I was still laboring over my paperwork, hands trembling. I said a wavery good night to Andy, Maddy, and Jordan as they headed out. Finally, nearly twenty minutes after everyone but Jack and I had left, I was done. I had only just set the files holding the day's paperwork on the desk in the office when Jack was at my back. Only a head or so taller than I was, his lips easily came to press against the nape of my neck, his hands hot on my hips. "Take your dress off," he told me. Amazed I could still blush about that when the man had been manipulating my pussy by remote control all day, I did as he commanded, pulling the dress over my head and dropping it into the empty chair. Still behind me, he unfastened my bra and eased it from my shoulders. He reached around from behind me to cup a breast in each hand, kneading them firmly. His thumbs brushed my nipples, and I moaned softly. He pinched both nipples, and twisted until I cried out. He laughed against my neck, teasing the side of my neck with his lips. The hand on my left breast vanished, and the vibrations on my pussy kicked up another couple notches, resuming the fluttering rhythm from earlier in the day, the sensations chasing one another from first my clit, to inside my pussy, to my backdoor, and over and over again. I whimpered, my hips beginning to rock almost involuntarily. I felt the hardness of Jack's cock as my hips rocked back. I wouldn't have thought I could get any wetter, but I felt another rush between my thighs. Jack slapped my ass, sudden and hard. I cried out. "Get on your knees, bitch," he told me. I did as I was told, dropping to my knees where I stood. He came to stand in front of me, unfastening his pants. I didn't have to be told what to do next, reaching out to take him first in my hand, then in my mouth. He shuddered as my tongue traced the length of him, my lips tight around him. "That's a good slut," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on my head, stroking my hair. The vibrator began to buzz harder. I whimpered, and he thrust into my mouth, gagging me. He allowed me to maintain more control this time as I sucked his cock, but only just. I settled into a rhythm, stroking him with my hand and sucking and teasing with my mouth. Jack then used his grip on my head to hold me still so he could fuck my mouth, choking me as he thrust into my throat. When I stopped struggling against him, relaxing my throat and letting him have control as he fucked my mouth like a cunt, he stopped, giving me rein to use my hands and bob my head once more up and down the length of him. He must have been nearly as tightly wound as I was, because I felt the tightening in his balls and the pulsing on the underside of his cock that warned me his orgasm was impending. I sped up, moving up and down his cock faster, sucking harder, swirling my tongue around his cock. As I did so, the intensity of the vibrations in my pussy ramped up to match. I moaned loudly around Jack's cock, and he yanked my hair and twisted my nipple sharply. "Don't cum, you little slut. Don't you dare cum." I whimpered and did my best to obey. He started to fuck my mouth again, using my hair as leverage. His thrusts shoved his cock into my throat, and he ignored me when I gagged. "Take it, whore," he growled, thrusting harder. The little plastic penis inside me thrummed, the nub against my clit humming, the nub against my ass tickling and teasing. I rocked my hips to find friction and found nothing. My hands stroked his balls, rolling them in my palms, squeezing gently. The nub against my clit began to vibrate even more intensely than it had. I wiggled as Jack fucked my mouth, begging around his cock, pleading for what I needed. He grinned down at me. "Don't you dare fucking cum." He slapped one breast before grasping the nipple on the other. Rather than release it, he used his pinched hold on the nipple to increase his leverage as he fucked in and out of my mouth, hammering my throat. I felt the moment when I could no longer hold back my orgasm. I screamed around Jack's cock, helpless as wave after wave overtook me. I screamed as my body shook, my hips jerking wildly, fluid gushing around the fluttering butterfly. Jack moaned and began to twitch in my mouth, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with his cum. I sucked it down, even as my body still writhed with my own pleasure. He continued fucking my mouth, filling it with his cum, as I lost myself in the seemingly endless waves of my orgasm. I hardly noticed when he pulled his cock from my mouth, only slumped over, my head nearly against my knees, as the pulsing pleasure between my thighs finally began to ease. The persistent buzz from the butterfly finally tapered off to nothing. I lay there, panting and gasping, my whole body tingling with the after effects of my pleasure. A sharp slap to my upraised ass brought me back to reality. "Filthy greedy slut," Jack snarled. "I told you that you were not allowed to cum." I jerked as he prodded me in the side with his booted foot. "Get your ass up. I told you there would be consequences for disobeying me." I grinned. Today at the Bookstore Pt. 03 Jack cleared a space on the desk in the center of the office before bending me over it. Shivering, I braced myself on my hands at the far edge of the desk, bent nearly at a ninety degree angle. His hands, hot against my skin, trailed from my shoulders down my spine. He traced the straps still holding that damned butterfly vibrator in place, and I flushed. "I've given a lot of thought to how I'd like to punish you," he told me, fingertips trailing along my thigh. "A filthy slut like you is going to need lots of punishment." His hands came around from behind me to cup my breasts in his hands. My nipples were tender from his pinching and pulling, but they were hard against his hands. He teased them gently with his fingertips. I groaned, arching into his hands. He came to stand in front of me, rummaging around in one of the desk drawers. He found what he was looking for and showed it to me with a flourish: two small black metal binder clips. I had a bad idea about where this was going. Sure enough, he pinched one of my already-sore nipples until it was hard enough for his satisfaction. That accomplished, he quickly clamped one of the binder clips over it, pinching and squeezing the delicate flesh. I cried out sharply, twisting in attempt to get away from the sudden sting of pain. Jack laughed. He repeated the process with my other nipple, ignoring my whining protests. When both nipples were clamped to suit him, he stepped back, just staring at my breasts, swinging heavily beneath my bent body, tipped with my tortured nipples. He flicked one of the clips, and I groaned, shuddering, unable to twist away from the pain. He crossed back behind me, and I tensed, unsure what to expect next. What I didn't expect was for the vibrator to start again. My body jerked at the unexpected stimulation, which caused my breasts to swing again, which further emphasized the pressure at the tips of my over-sensitized nipples. I whimpered, trying to still my body. Jack's hand fell sharply on my ass, causing my body to rock forward again, breasts bouncing. "Fucking slut," he taunted. I whined as he continued to spank me, hard, his open hand on my ass. I wanted to lean down, rest my trembling body against the desk, but the clips on my nipples kept me from doing so. I was torn between leaning down to rest my body, to keep my breasts from jerking and bouncing and further abusing my clamped nipples, and avoiding the added pain of the clips pressing into my breasts if I put any weight on them. The slaps to my ass came fast and hard, eventually bleeding into a steady stinging pain. The butterfly hummed merrily against my pussy, ramping up my arousal, blending the pleasure with the pain and humiliation. All the while, obscene, filthy things spewed from Jack's mouth. He punctuated each slap with another nasty insult or comment: "Fucking bitch," he snarled. "Dirty little fuckslut. Look at you, your cunt is dripping all over. Nasty whore, you love this, don't you? Such a fucking cocktease, and look at you." I couldn't do anything but take it, my arms shaking, my thighs trembling, my pussy aching at the unceasing teasing from the vibrator, my ass burning, my nipples still screaming at their abuse. My head fell forward, resting my forehead against the desk. Each strike at my ass sent a shudder through my body; my breasts jerked and bounced, hitting me in the face, and I didn't have the will to move. The vibrations against my pussy ramped up, and I whimpered, my hips pumping against nothing. Jack noticed the frantic jerking of my hips, and the vibrations stopped suddenly. He landed the hardest blow yet across my raw ass. "Dirty whore," he proclaimed. He grabbed my hips, and I tried to straighten, not sure what was coming next. A sudden hand between my shoulder blades kept me bent over; obediently, I stayed put, even as his hand left my back. He pulled on the straps that had been holding the vibrator in place all day, slowly shoving them away, letting the vibrator fall to the floor between my feet. Exposed to the air, my pussy felt raw and tender. A sharp slap fell against my pussy, and I nearly screamed. His fingers probed against the folds of my pussy. "Nasty fuckslut," Jack murmured. "Look at you, dripping wet. You love being my fucktoy, don't you?" A finger slid inside me, and I shuddered. "Such a fucking cocktease, all this time, making me want you. And now here you are, bent over my desk, absolutely fucking gagging for it." A second finger joined the first. "Tell me what you are, slut." I shook my head. His fingers stroked me with surprising gentleness. "Tell me." Stubborn, I stayed still and quiet. His thumb brushed my clit and I couldn't help but gasp. "You're being a bad slut right now," he told me. "I think you've forgotten that bad sluts get punished." The hand that wasn't in my pussy groped at my breasts, tugging on the clips on my nipples. Fresh waves of pain spiked through me, and I groaned. "Tell me, bitch. Tell me what you are." "A slut," I gasped. Jack twisted one of the clips, and my arms threatened to give out. I sank to rest on my elbows. "More." "A...dirty whore. A fuckslut." He began twisting at my other nipple. "A fucktoy," I whimpered. Fingertips trailed between my breasts, a tease and a threat in one. "Whose fucktoy?" I hesitated only a moment. Jack reached for one of the clamps, and I choked out, "Yours." He flicked one of the clips, making my breast bounce painfully. "Good girl." He stepped closer to me, his hips pressing against mine from behind. My breath caught in my throat. I'd had him in my mouth more than once, but as yet, he had never actually fucked me. Nevermind that my body was aching for him, I wasn't sure I wanted him to. Then again, I wasn't sure I got to make that choice. I felt the hard length of his cock sliding through the wet folds of my pussy. He bent, pressing his mouth to the middle of my bare back, near my spine. He dragged his tongue upward, tracing my spine. I moaned softly, my hips moving without my consent to press closer to him. "It's not gonna be that easy, little slut," Jack murmured against the back of my neck. "You have to beg for what you want." He twisted his hips, and I whimpered as I felt the hard head of his cock nudging against me. He reached around and flicked the clamp on my right breast, and my hips jerked. "Please," I whispered. He slapped my ass, and my whole body jerked. I bit back a cry as my breasts bounced, the clamps on my nipples jerking with the movement. "Louder, fuckslut. I can't hear you." "Please," I managed, a little louder. He slapped my ass again, and my eyes fell closed. "Please, what?" "Please fuck me." He plucked at the clamp on my breast, and I moaned. "Please, god, Jack, fuck me." "Whore," he hissed, the head of his cock pressed firmly against the entrance to my pussy. He grasped my hips and thrust his own. I cried out as his cock shoved its way inside me. He wasn't as long as Ethan was, but he was thicker, and I felt him spearing his way into my pussy. Jack let out a low groan as he bottomed out inside me, his body flush against my ass. He remained there, unmoving, my pussy full of his cock. I tried to rock against him, but his firm grip on my hips held me still. I whined softly. Finally, Jack began to move, excruciatingly slowly. "This is what happens when you're a goddamn cocktease," he told me as he withdrew. "You're my slut now." His cock thrust back into me, inch by agonizing inch, until I writhed beneath him. "Please," I whispered again. "Please, Jack." "You sound good when you beg for my cock." He was finally all the way inside me again, and I felt stretched tight around him. "What would Ethan think? He watched me fuck your mouth, sure. But I wonder if he knows what's happening right now. Does he know you're gagging for my cock in your filthy cunt?" My head fell against the desk again. I hadn't wanted to think about Ethan, hadn't wanted to think through the implications of what was happening. Jack's hand circled my clit, teasing, wringing pleasure from my conflicted body. "Just fuck me," I growled. "Fuck me and fuck me hard, you asshole." Jack obliged me, pulling his cock from me just to drive back into my slick pussy, hard enough to force the breath from me. He grabbed hold of one of the clips on my nipples, tugging and twisting it as he fucked me. I'd asked for it hard, and he delivered, pounding into me. My other breast bounced and jerked with the force of it, and I grit my teeth as pain bled into pleasure until I wasn't able to separate the two. I felt my orgasm building fast, rising in the face of my overwhelmed, overstimulated body. Each rough thrust of Jack's cock inside me, each jerk or pull of the clips on my nipples, the brush of Jack's fingers across my aching clit, drove me higher and higher. I was keening, moaning, begging shamelessly. He grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to pull my head back at a sharp angle. His other hand rubbed my clit, hard enough to hurt. "Cum on my cock, you little slut." I didn't need more encouragement. Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, my orgasm hit me, washing over me, my body clenching and tensing, my pussy clutching hard at the cock inside me as it pulsed. A high moan stuttered out from my clenched jaw. I swore and groaned as wave after wave of pleasure so intense it hurt overtook me. Jack didn't waver as he fucked me. If anything, as I writhed and cried from my own pleasure, he sped up in his pursuit of his own. He reached around me, unfastening the clip from first one nipple, then the other, none too gently. I nearly screamed as the bloodflow rushed back, each tortured nipple throbbing and pulsing with my heartbeat. He wasted no time in grabbing my breasts, harsh fingers grasping and tugging and twisting the aching flesh. His hips stuttered out of rhythm for a moment, and I knew he was close to his own orgasm. I rocked back against him, thrusting back to meet him as best I could. An iron grip on one hip helped to haul me back against his thrusts. The other wound into my hair again, yanking my head back so sharply I struggled to breathe. "Take it, whore," he groaned, each thrust of his hips rocking my body. I felt as he stiffened further inside me. His teeth sank into my shoulder as I felt his cum shooting into me in pulsing waves. I rode it out, bouncing back to meet each thrust, letting him shove me flat against the desktop as my pussy milked the last bit of cum from his cock. He slumped against me for a long moment once he was done, his cock still deep inside me. At length, he pulled back, pulling out of me. Slumped bonelessly on the desk, I almost whined at the loss. He rocked his hips again, his still half-hard cock sawing between my legs, against my ass. "Go home, slut," he told me, still rutting against my ass. "Go home to Ethan with your cunt full of my cum. Tell him I said hello." Today at the Bookstore A shadow fell in front of me. Jack had finally left his position of leaning against the wall, observing us in profile. He had opened his pants sometime, and he stroked his cock with one hand. It was heavy and hard and angry purple and red. His free hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me forward until my upper body was nearly flat against the countertop. "Let me at that mouth, you little slut," he snarled. I struggled against his grip, and he slapped me across the face with his cock. He put both hands on top of my head, guiding my mouth onto his cock. Ethan never paused or wavered as he fucked me. Jack's hands stayed heavy on my head as he thrust into my mouth. He hissed. "Such a hot little mouth," he told me, one hand again taking a handful of hair to yank. "Show me what it's for, slut." I did my best to suck him, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. I reached out to take the rest of him in my hand but couldn't keep my balance. I finally gave up, my hands on the countertop beneath me to maintain some stability, while the cock in my pussy and the cock in my mouth fucked me back and forth between them. Greedy hands pinched and slapped my body, spanked my ass, pulled on my nipples, jerked on my hair. I was half out of my mind with the sensations, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure and the sharp sting of the pain. I was sobbing around Jack's cock, and he didn't care. Ethan's hand snaked around my hip and began to rub my clit. I screamed around Jack's cock, my hips jerking out of rhythm. Jack grunted. "Make some more noise, slut," he commanded, reaching down to twist a nipple sharply. I cried out again, and he thrust harder. He kept twisting, first one direction, then the other, pulling painfully on my nipple, even as Ethan continued to rub my clit. I whimpered and moaned and screamed, each sound vibrating into Jack's cock. I would have been tossing my head back and forth if Jack weren't so inexorable in using my mouth like a cunt. Ethan's hand fell sharply on my ass, and that was it. I was cumming, cumming harder and more furiously than I ever had before. I shrieked and twisted and sobbed, and neither man slowed down in his assault of my body. If anything, Jack's twisting of my nipples became rougher, Ethan's fingers on my clit pressed harder. The grip on my hair tightened, Jack utilizing it as a handle to keep my head still even as I writhed, and Ethan's grip on my hip tightened until I was sure it would be bruised. I rode out the wave of my orgasm and, as my body finally seemed to stop convulsing, it was Ethan's turn. He cried out sharply, yanking my body hard against his once, twice, three times before I felt him twitching and jerking inside me. He finally lost his rhythm as he exploded inside me. He sagged heavily against the counter, still hard inside me, as he caught his breath. Jack sped up. My mouth was raw and sore, but he didn't care. I could feel from the pulse of him that he was close to his own climax, and I sucked harder, rubbed him more with my tongue the best I could manage. Only moments later, the hand in my hair ripped me off of his cock and lifted my face. Jack's other hand grabbed his cock just in time for it to spurt his cum. He shot it primarily onto my breasts and my tortured nipples, but he made sure more than a few streams landed on my face, down my neck. I was entirely too weak to fight it. When he was done, my body hung limply from his grip in my hair, my hands barely holding myself steady on the counter, my pussy still impaled by Ethan's half-hard cock. Jack wiped the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock on my cheek. He patted me on top of the head. "Good girl."