Unexpected double cunnilingus in the store fitting room
It was a large supermarket, it had just opened today, and this morning, the people who weren't working on this weekday were only just waking up and lazily making their way to the store. The senior security guard, Kostya, holding a walkie-talkie in his hands, was making his rounds of what he somehow considered his domain, and now he lingered near the clothing department. He peered into the faces of passersby, trying to spot potential shoplifters, occasionally pondering politics and other nonsense that filled his head during his patrol.
He heard a quiet but distinct voice—that of the local saleswoman (sales floor manager), forty-year-old Anya. As he knew, Anya was married and had
children. He felt an attraction to her and had liked her for a long time. Anna noticeably stood out from Kostya's other acquaintances with her magnificent size-four breasts; at 172 centimeters tall, they looked sexy and impressive on her, but not over the top. He especially liked it when Anna wore a short skirt, above the knee, with a blouse tucked into the skirt and a jacket over it, the buttons of which strained over her breasts as if they were about to pop off with a sound, like in the movie "The Diamond Arm" where the bra shoots off, freeing and spilling those magnificent tits out. He also imagined what the nipples on those breasts might be like and what the areolas were.Kostya fell silent and, out of professional habit, began to listen to what the conversation was about and with whom. Her interlocutor turned out to be her work partner, Olya. She was super brazen! Brazen as a tank! The kind they say, don't put your finger in her mouth. She'll swallow it and not choke. How many times had she brazenly asked and probably even forced him to unload goods, take out the trash, and generally used him, taking advantage of his courtesy towards the female sex.
The conversation was coming from very close by. Only a wall of clothes hanging on racks and a small screen separated them; the distance was no more than two meters.
"So what then?" he heard Olya's voice. "Where did he go? Right down there, huh?"
"Yes!" Anya whispered a bit, telling the story as if boasting. "Right under the blanket he went and kissed lower and lower. I got goosebumps, my stomach even started cramping, my legs bent at the knees, and I spread them wide. I thought, well, let him lick if he wants, and I put one hand on his head, and with the other, I cover him with the blanket and peek as he goes lower and lower. Fuck, I think I'm about to soak the whole sheet, and I couldn't stand it anymore, waiting for him to decide down there, and I pulled myself up a bit, took his face with my hand, and dipped it right there. It's such a fucking highhhh," Anya almost moaned. "You can't imagine how it washed over me when he started licking there." She fell silent for a moment.
"Well, what then? Did you come?" Olya asked with interest.
"Yeah, that's the thing, the damn alarm clock woke me up," Anya sighed with regret. "I'm so fucking impressed right now! I think I'd give it to some frog right now! Everything down there is on fire! You can't imagine how much I want to fuck!"
"Cunny?" Olya asked questioningly. "You want cunny?"
"That would be ideal," Anya answered, practically moaning.
"Ugh, I'd rub someone's nose with my cherry right now too! Oh, I would! You bitch, you got yourself worked up and got me worked up too!" Olya said to Anya with a bit of reproach.
"Seryoga, look at the dude in the black short jacket over there, he's heading into the dairy section now. He was hanging around the beer aisle, and I think it's not for nothing," a voice came over Kostya's walkie-talkie, who, taken by surprise, even dropped it on the floor and crouched down after it. As luck would have it, it rolled under the hanging clothes.
To say he was aroused by what he heard would be an understatement! Kostya was also a fan of cunnilingus and did it whenever possible, even catching himself thinking he was some kind of abnormal pussy-licker, though like everyone in company, he acknowledged this type of sex as low and unacceptable for a man. While listening to these two managers, he had an almost irresistible desire to push aside the screen and kneel before them and lick off these bitches who were dreaming at that moment about the same thing he was dreaming of in his wet fantasies. Only the bounds of decency and the rules of real life stopped him, and of course, the fear of being bluntly told to fuck off and the subsequent mockery and reputation as a pussy-licker.
"How long have you been standing here?" Olya jumped out, pushing aside the clothes and screen, seeing him crouched, trying to feel for and pick up his walkie-talkie, confused and exposed for eavesdropping on their frank conversation.
"Are you fucking crazy, you nerd?" From behind Olya's back came his secret love, Anna, with an outraged face.
"Well, I—" Kostya began to justify himself confusedly. His walkie-talkie rolled under the hanging clothes, and he even had to get on all fours to retrieve it. "I was just passing by, and the walkie-talkie fell."
"You're lying!" Olya almost hissed, stepping on his hand, which he was leaning on the floor with, and pressing down painfully on it with her foot. "You're lying, you bitch!"
"Well—" Kostya looked up at her from below, pinned to the floor by her foot on his hand. He swallowed a bit and forced out, "I can."
"Can what?" Olya put her hands on her hips and leaned her angry face toward his confused face.
"I can help," he blinked uncertainly.
"Help with what?" Olya asked again, and it began to dawn on her what the blushing, embarrassed Kostya was trying to say.
"Well, that—" he shifted his gaze to Anna, couldn't bear her look, and lowered his eyes. "I can do that."
"Want to lick it off or something?" Olya roughly grabbed his hair and turned his red face back to her. She looked into his eyes with growing interest.
"Yes," Kostya answered just as embarrassed and subdued. "May I?"
"Holy shit, what a twist," she let go of his head and stepped off his hand. "And you were saying, where would we find such a pussy-licker?" she smiled at Anya, who was stunned by what was happening.
"Let's go to the fitting room," Anna suggested to Olya, looking with some beastly-playful eyes. Her lower abdomen felt heavier, arousal from the thought that she would be licked right now was washing over her. "Can I go first?!"
Anna, without waiting for an answer from either Olga or Kostya, crouched down, took the walkie-talkie, which was closer to her, and handed it to Kostya. Then, when he took it, she practically grabbed him as if he were her property, helped him up by grabbing him under the arm, pulling him upward. After he stood up, he wanted to brush off his knees, but she silently and confidently, pushing him with quick steps, dragged him to an empty fitting room.
Olya, realizing what was up and the prospect of what would happen next, hung a sign at the entrance to the department that read "Technical Break - 15 Minutes."
Anna, leading the completely unresisting Kostya into the fitting room and sliding the screen shut, hurriedly began to take off her panties, hiking her skirt up in the process. Kostya didn't need to be told anything either; he willingly knelt down and waited for Anna to free herself from her beautiful lace panties. She sat on the leather stool in the fitting room and, leaving her lace panties hanging erotically on one thigh, spread her beautiful legs wide and vulgarly. Kostya saw an anal plug with a ruby-like stone in her anus. It was beautiful and unexpected. This pleasantly surprised him—she walks around with an anal plug during work hours? You'd never guess! Such a proper family woman, so modest and even unapproachable.
"Well, what?" she asked the staring, stunned Kostya, who, coming to his senses a bit and smiling at her, pressed his face to her scorching pussy and began greedily licking up all her juices. "Oooh," Anya threw her head back, not believing her unexpectedly fallen-from-the-sky happiness.
She hugged his head with her hands, enjoying how his tongue drilled into her rose petals, moving them from place to place. He nudged his nose into her already erect clit, panted, and sweetly smacked her slurping vagina. Kostya, like Anna, was in seventh heaven and, with pleasure and also not believing his luck, which had arrived so early in the morning, feasted on such a tasty and well-groomed-looking pussy of a married woman, which, as was clear, had already soaked in the aromas of arousal during the morning, mixed with morning droplets of urine, which only added to the effect.
Anna started to come after about five minutes. Without letting go of his head, she trembled and continued to rub her orgasming vagina against his face, catching either his nose or his tongue, which was noticeably tired. She bit her hand to avoid screaming throughout the store, but Olga still heard the sounds of her partner's orgasm.
"I'm not giving you to you!" Anna pulled Kostya's face away from her satisfied, cummed-out pussy. "You're not offended, are you? We didn't agree on anything! Right?" Anna seemed to state her decision and justify the awkward sex in the form of cunnilingus from a practically unfamiliar person. To be honest, Kostya wasn't very appealing to her; he was just in the right place at the right time.
"Well, what's going on here? Did you come?" Olga peeked behind the screen, seeing Anna explaining to the kneeling Kostya that he shouldn't expect anything more.
"Is he acting up or something?" Olya chimed in.
"No," Anna smiled at her, satisfied, having poured her lust into Kostya's mouth. "Just dotting all the i's."
"What's there to dot? Good boy! Well done! Licks well! Although wait—" she started smiling. "I don't know that yet."
"Well, and I'd even say fucking awesome," the satisfied Anna supported the conversation, pulling up her panties and adjusting her skirt down.
Kostya simply sat on his knees with a hard-on in his pants. He wanted to just pull out his dick right there and jerk off to cum, but he understood that if he did that, he wouldn't be able to lick Olga; licking a pussy after cumming is completely unpleasant! And Kostya didn't want to miss the chance to lick her properly. After all, in perspective, Kostya already saw himself as their staff and secret pussy-licker. He really wanted that.
Olga replaced the exiting Anna and, wiping her pussy with a wet wipe, suggested Kostya do the same with his face.
"You understand, each flora down there is different, and I wouldn't want to mix my secretions with Anya's," Olga explained, wiping her pussy in front of Kostya's face with her legs spread wide and even aggressively. She was wearing high-heeled shoes; her feet were together at the heels, where her stockings and panties were pulled down. Like Anna, she had hiked her skirt up and, like her, was wearing a blouse above the skirt, which was buttoned up. In short, Kostya didn't see either of their tits that time. Olga didn't have an anal plug.
Interesting, does she know her friend walks around with an anal plug? Kostya thought, wiping his face and lips, which already seemed like some whorish face.
"Open your mouth!" Olya sprayed Miramistin from a pre-prepared tube into his mouth and also sprayed some from the same bottle onto her depraved and slightly stubbly pussy. "We need to maintain hygiene," she continued preparing herself and him for cunnilingus.
This preparation only heightened Kostya's arousal. He felt not just like a pussy-licker, but already some kind of oral whore, whose opinion didn't matter anymore, emphasized by the brazen tone with which Olga spoke to him, sitting with her legs wide apart in the fitting room. Her gaze was insolent.
"Well, you understand? I'm not giving you to you either! Understand?" She tossed the used wet wipe onto the floor.
"Of course," answered Kostya, no longer embarrassed by this situation.
He already felt both like a whore and a macho man, and like a close friend who came to his girlfriends' aid just in time.
Kostya, also wiping his face, threw away the wipe and, rinsing his mouth with Miramistin, swallowed it. This action with Miramistin offended him a bit but also reassured him that no infection would stick to him or her now if anything happened. Olga and Anna were, of course, quite well-groomed and clean ladies.
"Aaah, you fucking bitch," Olga moaned as soon as Kostya, without wasting time, began to dive into her inflamed and aroused pussy with his tongue, trying to penetrate deeper into the vagina itself. He pressed his open mouth against her pubis, pushing his nose against the clitoral hood, and shoved his tongue as far as he could into the blazing vagina. Its walls trembled from the touch of the tip of his tongue; the pussy noticeably flowed, filling Kostya's mouth with lubrication, which he demonstratively began to swallow under her pleased and insolent gaze.
"Oh, what a fucking good boy you are," the pleased Olga praised him, stroking his head and helping him penetrate deeper with his tongue into her pubis. She pressed him into herself with both hands and held him in that position for a bit, then suddenly released him, and he gasped for air with his freed mouth.
Olga had never done this before, and she really liked it; it reminded her of some kind of deep-throat blowjob, and she again and again forcefully pressed his face into herself. She pressed as hard as she could and held him until he started to struggle, suffocating. Kostya continued to stick out his tongue as much as possible and caress the walls of her vagina, which simply wouldn't stop flowing. He even thought she might have peed a little into his mouth.
Olga continued to get off on pressing Kostya's face into her pussy. Kostya was noticeably tired but didn't show it, though Olga herself noticed.
"Alright, put a finger inside and fuck with it like a dick, and you start licking the clit fast, fast, as fast as you can," Olga began to direct the cunnilingus process.
She liked using Kostya precisely as a whore! As a slave! She got carried away with this game and didn't want to end it
– "Come on, my little whore, make your queen feel good!" Olga felt moral satisfaction as well.
Kostya didn't object to these words, which pleasantly surprised Olga.
– "Come on, whore, come on, my little bitch, lick me, suck me off like you should. I want to come from your fucking tongue. Come on, don't stop. Come on, whore. Yesssssss—" Olya practically screamed but abruptly covered her mouth with her palm and, coming, writhed with a grimace on her face. She slapped Kostya's head several times with her palm, who continued to finger-fuck her and lick as he had licked during Anna's orgasm.
"Enough! Stop!" Olga pushed him away. "Enough! That's it!"
After that, with her permission, Kostya unbuttoned his pants and, with a few strokes, reached his orgasm, pressing against the pubis of the satisfied, sitting Olga, spilling his sperm between her legs.
"You're so awesome! And where have you been all this time?" the pleased Olya stroked Kostya's head.