“Good boy,” she said. It doesn’t matter how old or how young we are, or how rich or how poor we are—we all seem to like being treated like pets when we’re having sex sometimes. It’s like we all go back to the basics and want to be told we’re good and given treats and petted and attended to. She thrust her pelvis in and out and in and out, at a very moderate pace. She was incredibly careful and as she went faster she slathered on more lube.
I wonder how this became part of their sexual repertoire. Did they always do it? Was this a new thing? I was curious. I had no idea what they actually did for a living, but I assumed it involved a very fancy office, and definitely a water cooler. I wonder if he stood around that water cooler and talked about receiving anal sex from his wife with his other handsome friends in expensive suits.
He flipped over, pushing me out of the way, and Cherise changed her position and she was now fucking him from a missionary position. He definitely looked more vulnerable and even kind of adorable, with his legs up in the air. I wanted to be back in the action, so I got on top of him, grabbed his cock, and continued to stroke it and swallow it. His legs began to shake and quiver, she thrusted deeper into his ass, and the entire dildo disappeared inside him. She paused and he let out a big “Oh Yeah” as she stretched him open. I stroked his cock faster and faster into my mouth. She looked at me and smiled! I felt rewarded and justified as my place as the third partner in their sexual adventure.
Cherise then stopped holding back and she went at a faster pace. I continued to suck his cock, she went faster and faster. He got louder and louder and cried in a helpless way.
“Do I have permission to cum?”
“Yes baby, yes, cum for me!” Cherise said, and she proceeded to pound away at his asshole, while I took him out of my mouth and jerked him off with my hand. He winced, his eyes shut as he shook vigorously; a large fountain of white jizz came out of his cock and landed on his stomach. It was impressive!
“Thank you both. That was… incredible,” I said.
“I like this spot. I’m certainly glad we stopped by,” Cherise said.
“We will definitely be back,” Chuck said, still panting heavily.
“Take your time cleaning up. I’ll be out at the register—you know—working.” I collected myself as much as I could and I exited the room.
I wiped myself down with baby wipes and hand sanitizer, giving myself a very unsatisfying shower. I couldn’t believe everything I just saw and felt. My underwear was soaked with my cum; I chose not to put them back on. I would treat myself to a new pair of wholesale lace panties as a reward for my new sexual accolades. I couldn’t wait to tell Amanda what I’d done tonight.
25
I returned to the register incredibly disheveled, smelling like sex and sanitizer. A few customers meandered around the store.
“I’m sorry, I was on break!” I shouted, as a general announcement. One guy nodded. The others weren’t fazed. I had sex while still on the clock and got away with it, which I think was pretty impressive! I shouldn’t take that for granted. I definitely didn’t have that luxury when I worked at JC Penny.
A guy approached the register holding a pornographic movie titled Make Me Creamy. He was wearing what looked like a hybrid of shorts and pants. They were definitely too long to be shorts and too short to be pants. He was big and stocky, with a Florida State University hat on, and a black sweatshirt. He slid the DVD over to me like it was some kind of contraband and wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I’ll take a room, please,” he said.
“Did you need one with a DVD player in it?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“All right! Here you go,” I said, with a big smile, handing him a key. “Have fun in there!” He cracked a smile. No one should feel guilty about going to jerk off.
Moments later Cherise and Chuck came out of the big room, looking completely put together. I don’t know how they did it. Her makeup was re-applied with perfection, all of his buttons were buttoned and his shirt was tucked in. They looked like two people who just left a charity auction, and not a dark room with seventies decor where they fucked a complete stranger.
“See you in two weeks, I hope!” I said to the ravishing couple.
“Have a great evening,” Cherise said, and they left the store.
I watched their asses as they left, remembering fondly their shape and feel. I almost got completely lost in my thoughts, but I shook my head; I had to work! To clear my brain, I took out my phone to check for new message board replies, but, whoa! To my surprise, there was an unexpected missed call from Amanda.
I couldn’t believe it. No text, no voicemail. Just her name in bold red text telling me she’d called while I was having amazing sex. Was it a mistake? Did she mean to actually call me? My heart pounded, and I immediately attempted to call her back. It went straight to voicemail. It was probably for the best, I didn’t know what to say! I decided to text her instead.
“I saw you called!” I wrote out.
No, the exclamation point was too eager.
“Hey, did you call me?”
No, no. That was a pointless text that wouldn’t lead to anything sexy at all.
Meanwhile, on the store monitor, I saw the shorts/ pants guy juggling an intricate jerk-off routine. He put on a particular scene on the DVD he purchased, then fast forwarded to the end of the scene where there was an up close shot of a whole bunch of semen spilled out of a girl’s vagina. He began to jerk off, then he stopped and rewound the DVD back to the same part. He would get in about four seconds of jerking off, then he would stop and rewind again and again and again. Why wouldn’t he just pause it? I wish there was some way I could help. It was so frustrating to watch his flaccid penis come in and out of his pants without any progression. Perhaps I could make some sort of loop for him of semen filled vaginas if I downloaded a few videos? That’s technologically possible, right? I should look into that. Again and again and again, he rewound, stroked, rewound again, stroked, and his cock was not getting any harder. So strange that in the room next door to him not even twenty minutes ago three people managed to fuck the shit out of each other and he couldn’t pull off fucking himself.
And then my phone rang. It was Amanda. I grabbed my phone and my shaking fingers made it slip from my hands and fall to the ground and landed face-down with a sickening CRACK! I picked it up and already the breaks were spidering all around my screen. Damn it! It still displayed Amanda’s call though, and I managed to pick it up on what was certainly the last ring.
“Hello?” I answered, as cool and calm as I possibly could. I had slid my finger against the shattered case to answer the call and now it was bloody. I tried not to think about it—Amanda was on the line!