“My schedule-“
“Has changed.”
I looked around. “Where is everybody?”
“Gone home. I told them you and I would take care of the cleanup.”
“Oh,” I said. I swallowed. “Okay, what should I-“
“I want some dinner, first,” he said.
Employees got free food, but I don’t think that’s what he meant. He moved closer and put his hands on my hips and squeezed. He hooked his thumbs in my waistband and tugged, but the tight fabric wasn’t going to go.
“Turn around and get them down around your knees.” He pushed up against me, pinning me to the window, and put his lips on my ear. “I’m going to eat your pussy.”
I twisted his embrace and rubbed my ass against him. I could feel his hard-on through his pants and felt a twinge of desire shot through with fear. I wanted to be fucked so bad, but he was huge. I undid the button and started sliding my pants down. It was a tight fit over my butt and as soon as they were down around my thighs he slapped my ass hard and made me squeal. That would leave a mark. Then he dropped down behind me and started pulling them down the rest of the way until they were around my knees.
He opened his mouth wide and put his lips on my ass. I could feel his teeth on the tender skin, pressing harder and harder as he almost bit but didn’t quite. It stung a little and I yelped, and he started moving his lips and tongue all over my ass, towards my hip and back again, and then licked the very top of the cleft of my ass, leaving a little spit to dry and turn cool as he pulled on my thighs and bent me forward. His nose nestled between my ass cheeks as his tongue flicked at my wet pussy, and a tingle spread through my body. I almost wanted to let him do this while I was serving customers. I licked my lips and wondered how somebody paying for their Bunny Burger would react to seeing Brad behind me pumping away as I counted out the coins. I arched my back and bent a little more.
Brad’s thumbs caressed my thighs and slid up to spread open my lips as he tongued my entrance and swept his tongue down over my clit. He slid his finger inside me and I squeaked. It was almost big enough to hurt, but I was incredibly wet. My legs started to shake as he pumped his finger inside me and rubbed his finger in circles around my clit with his other hand. He started kissing and nipping the skin of my ass again, working towards my asshole. I wriggled and pushed back, warning him away.
“I want to eat your little pink asshole.”
“It’s dirty,” I protested.
“Then you’re gonna clean it up for me. If you want to be my good little whore you need a clean ass.”
I didn’t last long. Soon my pants were around my ankles, my legs were spread, and my ass was thrust out as he ate my pussy and played with my clit. I squeaked and whimpered and my knees buckled under me as I drew closer and closer to explode.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped. “I could fuck you right now. You want that? Huh? You want that, slut?”
“I’m not r-ready,” I squeaked.
“I”m gonna eat you until you cum. Beg me for it.”
“Make me cum.Please.”
He buried his nose in my ass again and licked and licked and fingered me until I had a knee buckling, explosive climax that almost sent me to the floor. I had to lean on the wall to catch my breath as the shockwaves subsided and he stood up. When I looked back I saw how hard he was, even bigger than before. I turned around and caressed his shaft through his clothes and licked my lips.
“Don’t pull your pants up yet. Get on your knees and suck me off. You better swallow it, too.”
I dropped slowly to my knees and undid his fly. His cock fell out, huge and throbbing and ridged with veins. I took him in my mouth and he put his hands on the side of my head, running his fingers over my short, fuzzy hair. His cock was musky and the scent of his sweat filled my nostrils. The skin was hard and velvety at the same time. I ran my tongue around the head and took his shaft deeper, feeling it slide through my lips as it glided over my tongue.
“That’s a good girl. I should give you a promotion. How much cock do you think you have to suck to be assistant manager?”
I popped him out of my mouth and sucked in a breath. “I don’t know. I have to quit in the fall-“
“Come on,” he said, pushing my mouth down on his cock.
My cheeks hollowed from sucking and I stroked his shaft with my hands. It didn’t take long before I tasted salt on my tongue, and then the explosion. As he filled my mouth with his seed I swallowed it in big gulps, gripping and stroking his cock to milk the rest out and make sure that I got it all. I held him in my mouth until he went soft and finally gave me a little push, panting as he did up his clothes.
“God damn you’re good at that. You really never did it before?”
I shook my head. He was my first.
He pulled me up by the arm and helped me get my pants back up and over my butt. My knees ached from resting on the floor and I was tired. I put my arms around him but he pushed me back.
“Hey,” he said.
“I just want to…” I said.
Want to what, cuddle? This wasn’t what this was. He groped me instead, squeezed my ass and cupped my breast in his hand, under my shirt, and teased my nipple with his thumb until it hardened into a stiff, tight point. If he asked I’d have bent over for him right there. The thought of that big hard rod pushing up inside me and opening me was as thrilling as it was scary. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with me. I wasn’t raised by wolves. I’d seen porn, and heard my friends talking about it. I wanted to be smashed, totally used. I’d probably end up playing with myself tonight thinking about Brad bending me over the countertop and railing me, hard. He always wanted to mess with my butt, but I wasn’t ready for that. Maybe after I let him fuck me for real. I was thinking I could make a move this Friday. I was scheduled to close with him and we’d have the place to ourselves for real.
Breaking away from him, I wiped up with some napkins and stuffed them in the trash. I wanted to be more than his fuck toy. I wanted him to hold me, but he only touched me to grope and squeeze. If he wasn’t so good at making me cum I wouldn’t let him touch me at all, but knees went wobbly at the thought of his tongue and fingers bringing me off again.
I made my way out to the parking lot and finally took off the goddamn bunny ears. When I started up my car, I saw headlights come on behind me. It wasn’t Brad. He was still in the building. A little nervously, I pulled out and started on my way home. I was exhausted, sweaty all over, my mouth still tasted like cum, and I needed a shower. Badly. As I drove, the same car remained behind me, swinging behind me through the turns. I glanced at it through the rear view mirror but in the dark I could only see the lights. A little nervously, I turned to head home. Then the car surged forward and cut me off, and I came to a stop. Someone stepped out.
A woman got out of the car and walked over to mine. She had her hand stuffed in her purse. I sat still, trying to figure out what to do. The wheels in my mind didn’t want to turn and I just froze until she tapped on the glass with her fist.
I rolled the window down a little.
“Can I help you?”
“Get out of the fucking car, you whore.”
“What?”
“Now!”
I moved to put it in reverse, then looked at her hand stuffed in her purse. What if she had a gun?
“Get out of the car, damn it.”
Slowly, I opened the door and stood up, holding my hands up in a gesture of surrender.
“What do you want?”
Her hand came out of her purse and shoved a piece of paper at me. No, not a paper, a picture. I took it. It was a black and white, glossy eight by ten of me on my knees with Brad’s dick in my mouth.
“Is that you?”
There was no denying it. It was obviously me. I swallowed.
“I asked you a question. Is that you in the picture, sucking on my husband’s penis? Are those your lips? Is that your ass?”
I swallowed, hard. “
Yes. That’s me.”
She slapped me and I stumbled and almost fell. My cheek stung, but I didn’t hit her back. I sobbed.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed. “I didn’t mean-“
“Did you trip and fall and his cock landed in your mouth?”
“It’s not like that-“
“What’s it like? Do you fuck him?”
“No. Just the other stuff.”
“What other stuff?”
I shifted on my feet and rubbed my arms.
“Oral,” I squeaked.
“You mean you suck his cock. Does he eat you out?”
I nodded, sheepishly.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“That bastard. Well, I’m going to teach both of you a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
She moved closer. I backed against the car as she invaded my space. She was taller than I was. I was surprised that Brad’s wife was so good looking. Other than some wings of gray at her temples she hardly looked old, and she was voluptuous even beneath a dowdy blouse.
“Did you suck his cock tonight?”
I nodded.
She grabbed my chin. Her fingers dug into the bruise her hand left. She put her lips in mine and muffled my cry of shock and forced her tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss, not exactly, but her tongue invaded my mouth, slid over mine, caressed my cheeks. Before I realized it I was not-kissing her back. Sharing the taste of his cum with her. She pushed against me, her heavy breasts resting on my chest as she bent me back over the car and her hand moved between my legs, feeling me through my clothes.
“You’re still wet, slut,” she said, breaking from the not-kiss.
I whimpered.
“I own you now, understand? I have a whole album of you sucking my worthless husband’s shriveled dick.”
“It’s not-“
“Don’t correct me. I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do, and you will do exactly as I say, is that clear?”
I weighed my options. “Yes,” I said, looking down.
“When you go back there you’re going to go on like we never met. He eats you out, you suck him off, use your hands, whatever, but you do not have permission to fuck my husband. Understand?”
I didn’t understand, but I nodded anyway.
“What is this?”
“This is revenge, and you’re going to help me. Have you ever been fucked before?”
I shook my head.
“You’re not the first, you know that. The others have all gone. He likes to get his dick wet in virgins. I guess I’m not good enough for him anymore.” There was an edge in her voice that made my heart twist.
“I”m sorry,” I whimpered.
“You? You don’t need to be sorry. You don’t know what you’re doing. Sex is just a thing to you little sluts, you don’t appreciate what it means. I’m going to teach you. Like I said, you’re going to do exactly what I say.”
She put her hand between my legs again and rubbed me hard through my pants.
“Exactly what I say.”
She told me her plan.
***
I was scheduled to close with him. That meant an hour alone. Brad came up behind me as I shut down the drive-thru window and slid his hands up under me, rubbing my ass. I pushed back against him. He didn’t ask me any questions and I didn’t volunteer any information. I just sucked his dick the last two nights, like I had all week. Tonight would be different. Tonight we could carry out the plan. He started to push my pants down and I stopped him, catching his wrists.
“Brad,” I whimpered, as seductively as I could. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you so bad.”
“I thought you’d say that,” he said.
He ground against me, nudging his hardon into my ass. I could feel him through his pants. I still felt a thrill shoot up my legs, but it was different now. I rocked back against him and ground his cock into my butt. He slapped my ass with both hands.
“You have the best ass,” he said.
“Tell me,” I said. I wriggled my hips.
“I want to fuck you so bad. I want you on top so I can watch your ass cheeks clap while you bounce up and down.”
“Bounce? I’m not sure…” I trailed off. “Won’t it hurt? I’ve never done it before.”
He slid his arms around me and pinched my nipples through my shirt. I let out a little squeak. He nipped at my earlobe with his teeth and I felt a stir of heat between my legs. I still wanted him, but I wanted what was coming almost as much.
“Hey,” I whispered, grasping his hands. I rubbed them on my chest. “I got us a hotel room.”
He pulled back. “What?”
I had to reel him in. “Your wife is out of town, right?”
“Yeah, business trip. How did you know?”
“You told Tom about it.” Tom was the day manager.
“Oh, right. Yeah. You sure about this?”
“Yeah. I was thinking…” I trailed off and bit my lip for a second. “I got some stuff so maybe you could, um, in my butt.”
“You want me to fuck your big ass, huh? Say it.”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Let’s go. We’ll take my car. Come on, get this shithole cleaned up.”
He slapped me on the rump and, of course, left me to do all the work. I realized what a louse he was, now. I did all the work and then blew him for the privilege. Not to say I didn’t want to, but he was taking advantage of me. His wife was right. Once I had everything put away and cleaned up and he finished his paperwork, I stepped outside and he locked up. He pulled his car around and I got in. I didn’t have to act the part of the nervous virgin, it was genuine. I was going to lose my virginity tonight, that I knew. I kept quiet and gave him simple directions as we drove, until we pulled up to the motel. I had the key in my pocket and I went to the door. I motioned for him to go inside first, then pulled the door shut behind us. He reached for the light.
“No,” I whispered, “leave it off.”
“Oh. Okay, then.”
He turned around and started feeling me up over my clothes. I let his hands roam as I undid his belt. I saw his wife coming up behind him. Vera had the handcuffs, like she said she would. She waited, and then I slipped out of his grasp and she shoved him into the door. I threw my weight on him too and helped hold him as she got the cuffs on him. We dragged him back through the room and into the arm chair by the bed and Vera shoved a balled up pair of underwear in his mouth. Then I clicked on the light.
Vera leaned into her husband’s face.
“Taste that?” she said. “After I fucked my teaching assistant, I had him cum in my panties so they’d be nice and salty for you. You know Rick, don’t you? He’s about twenty, ripped, plays polo? After I blew him I let him fuck my ass until I screamed. I’m still sore.” She flicked her finger off the tip of his nose.
“Yufff fffufffffng bifffffth!” Brad tried to shout.
I was busy wrapping the duct tape around his legs, securing him to the chair. He tried to stand and we pushed him back down. Vera lifted a big pair of kitchen shears and snapped the blades theatrically. Brad went still, staring at them. She handed them off to me and he watched as I lifted the collar of his shirt and slid the scissors in, making sure he could feel the cold steel on his flesh. Snip, snip, snip, and I cut his shirt off slowly, pulling away the bits of fabric until he was naked from the waist up. Then I undid his belt, slid it out, and tossed it on the bed, and started snipping my way up his pant legs from the ankles up. The look on his face as I moved the scissors towards his crotch was priceless. Finally I snipped away his underwear and left him buck naked on the chair with a raging hard-on.
“I always knew you’d get off on this,” Vera said.
She snapped the scissors in the air as I stroked his cock lightly in my hand. A bead of precum formed on the tip.
“Should we let him cum?” said Vera.
I licked the wetness off the tip of my finger
. “Nope. I came here to get fucked.”
“So you did,” said Vera. “Take off that uniform, Camilla.”
I stepped in front of Brad and stripped, slowly. I pulled off my shirt, turned, and bent slowly to slide my pants down my legs, an inch at a time. He whimpered through the gag and his belly tightened as his hips jerked, as if he could reach me with his cock if he humped the air hard enough. I giggled and stripped out of my bra, and tossed it on the bed. Vera threw the covers back and revealed the toys she’d brought as I slowly dipped out of my panties, pushing my ass in his face. He pushed forward and tried to spit the underwear out of his mouth but I pushed it back in as I stood up and stepped back. I made sure I was freshly shaved for tonight and made a soft moaning sound as I ran my hands over my body, slid my fingers between my legs and drew them back sticky and wet.
I sat on the edge of the bed and fingered myself while Vera undressed. She had quite a body, and I couldn’t understand why he was so quick to cheat on her. She had a dancer’s legs, a flat stomach, and big heavy breasts that swayed but didn’t sag. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and pushed her glasses up her nose, and picked up the strap on. Inside the harness was a big bulb. She straddled it and strained to push it up into her pussy before she wrapped the leather straps around herself and locked everything in place. A big silicone cock twice the size of Brad’s jutted from between her legs. I made a soft sound and moved back on the bed as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees. She ran her lips over my throat and then looked over to her husband.
“This girl is wasted on you, my dear husband. Why, after you fucked her she’d still be a virgin. Let me show you how it works.”
I thought she’d shove it in me right then. My stomach was pounding. Instead, she kissed me, and put her weight on me so her heavy breasts pressed against my chest. I’d never thought about a woman sexually before, but the feeling of her softness on my body as her lips pressed to mine and her tongue slid into my mouth made me gasp and moan softly. Then she started working her way down, beginning with my neck. Her lips left a hot, wet trail down my body towards my chest, until she found my nipple and drew it into her mouth. She sucked hard and it stung a little and I arched under her and my nipples tightened to hard, needy points. She circled one with her fingers while she sucked the other, then switched. I was already wet with anticipation, but now I was shaking with excitement. I looked over at Brad, met his eyes, and licked my lips.
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