“What would you like me to wear?”

“Wear that orange dress you wore the day we met and a pair of come-fuck-me shoes with slutty thigh-high stockings,” I replied.

“Anything else?”

“Actually, yeah, put on a skimpy pair of thongs,” I said, “no bra.”

“Ok, will I need my purse?”

“No, just make sure you have an ID. Go get ready. I’m leaving to come pick you up now,” I told her.

“Ok, I’ll be ready,” she said, hanging up.

I left and drove to Jessica’s house. No sooner than I pulled into her driveway, Jessica came out of her front door and quickly walked to the passenger door of my truck. “Where are we going so late?” she asked, climbing on the seat, and closing the door.

“Late? You just turned nineteen, and this is late? I asked, trying not to laugh, “I’m almost forty-two, and I don’t think this is late.”

“Yeah, well, ok, it’s not late, but what are we gonna do? You told me not to bring a purse but to bring my ID. I figured that meant I should bring my real one, so, I don’t have my fake ID, which means bars and clubs are out,” she said.

“Good call bringing your real ID,” I told her, backing out of her driveway. “What do you think we’re going to do?”

“Well, I only have to be eighteen to get a hotel room with you, so, I guess…” she said, pausing and biting her lower lip. “I’m going to get fucked.

“Good guess. Let’s go get some beer so we can get you drunk, then we’ll go to a hotel,” I said, handing her a joint, “Here, light this.”

“That’s fine. That’s what I was hoping when you called anyway,” she said, lighting the joint. “My regular fuckbuddy is pissy with me and hasn’t called me back in almost two weeks, so I could use a really good release.” She puffed on the joint a couple of times and passed it back to me before continuing. “Isn’t it funny that I’m too young to get drunk with you, but I’m old enough for you to take me to some random hotel room and use me like a fuckdoll for a night?”

“You’ve got a good point,” I told her. “So, if you haven’t talked to your fuckbuddy, how long has it been since you last got fucked?”

“What, like, by a guy?”

“Or a girl,” I said.

“I haven’t had a cock in my pussy in almost two weeks. I do have a few girlfriends that I can all to eat my cunt, but it isn’t the same. I really enjoy penetration, and I’m the kinda girl that needs a big, thick cock shoved up in her to really get off. I mean, oral orgasms are good too, and they take the edge off, but I need to be filled to get any real stress relief,” she said. “One of my girlfriends did let her boyfriend fuck me in the ass while I ate her pussy.”

“Well, hopefully, I can help with your stress relief,” I told her, passing the joint back. “Here you go, smoke what you want then put it out. We can’t take too long since they stop selling alcohol in about an hour.”

“Oh, ok,” she said, taking the joint from me, “and don’t worry, you’ll help me a lot. You’re the second biggest cock I’m fucking right now. Well, maybe the biggest if my fuckbuddy never calls me back. Plus, I love how you use me.”

“Hmm… that’s a coincidence,” I said, smiling at her as we sat at a red light. “You have the second tightest, second cutest pussy I’m fucking right now.”

Jessica stuck her tongue out at me. She was cute with her nose crinkled up. For the next few minutes, we rode in silence as Jessica continued smoking the joint. I pulled into the parking lot of the next grocery store I saw and was able to park in the first spot. When we got out, I walked a little behind Jessica as we went into the store. I loved watching her ass when she walked. Her little orange dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. The very bottom of her ass cheeks was exposed, and it was strapless, leaving her shoulders bare as it strained to contain her firm, round tits. She had put on a pair of black fishnet thigh-high stockings and shoes that would make a stripper proud. I’m sure they were left over from her short stint as a stripper. I grabbed a cart when I walked through the door, and Jessica waited for me so she could walk beside me. “How long are you keeping me?” she asked, looking up at me.

“How long do you have?”

“I could probably disappear for a couple of days. If you want me that long. I didn’t bring any extra clothes or anything, though, so….”

I had to laugh at her. “What?” she asked, slightly annoyed.

“You sound like a hooker when you say it like that,” I told her, turning the corner to the beer aisle.

Jessica didn’t respond. She just stood by the cart as I put a couple of cases of Corona in it. I turned and looked at the beer selection. “What do you want?” I asked after looking at the selection for a few seconds.

“This will work for me,” I heard Jessica replying from a distance.

I turned to look at her. She was walking toward me with a bottle of champagne in each hand. “Uh, that stuff isn’t cheap,” I told her as the label came into view.

“Yeah, neither am I,” she said, putting the bottles in the cart. “After that hooker comment you’re lucky I’m only getting two. I’d like two or three more. I am getting some OJ too so I can have mimosas with my breakfasts.”

“Earlier when you said you didn’t bring extra clothes or anything else, which is fine. While we’re here, let’s pick up some soap and shampoo, toothpaste, and toothbrushes, so we can shower. As far as clothes go, we’re not leaving the hotel, and you won’t need to wear anything in the room, so what you’re wearing will be clean when we leave,” I told her.

“Ok, that sounds good. If we do that, I could maybe get away for a week. You know…” she said, putting her arms behind her back to show off her tits. Jessica looked up at me acting like a dewy-eyed teenager. “If you want to use me for that long. I’d have to call mom, though.”

Jessica didn’t wait for a response, she turned and started walking up the aisle to the juices. I pushed the cart behind her, watching her sexy ass twitch as she walked in front of me. By the time I caught up to her, she had picked out a couple of bottles. “What else do we need?” She asked, putting them into the cart.

“I need to get some limes and maybe some lemons for my beer,” I said, pushing the cart off towards the produce section. “Then, we’ll go get some shower stuff.”

I was picking out some limes when I heard Jessica giggle. I looked up, and she was holding a cucumber. “I wish they made cocks this big,” she said, acting like she was jerking it off.

She was very giggly, I could tell she was high, and I was glad the only other people in the store were the few employees. “What the hell do you think you’d do with that?” I asked, looking at the vegetable in her hands. It had to be at least eleven inches long and thicker than my wrist.

“Uh, fuck myself with it,” she replied.

“As tight as you are? I doubt it. That thing would split you in half,” I said, putting some limes in the cart and moving to the lemons.

“Bet me.”

“What?” I asked.

“You heard me. Bet me.”

“If I bet you, I’ll have to buy the cucumber,” I told her, putting the lemons in the cart and looking over at her. “And if I buy it I’m going to use it on you.”

“What if you don’t have to buy it? Will you bet me four more bottles of champagne,” she said.

“And if I win?” I asked.

“You can cum on my face as long as we’re in the hotel,” she said with a seductive smile.

“You said you hate that, and it’s pretty much the only thing you refuse to let me do to you,” I reminded her.

“Exactly. So how confident do you think I am?” she said, walking away, “c’mon.”

“What if I do win? I don’t want to come back to get more champagne. So, wait, what do you mean I don’t have to buy it?” I asked.

I followed Jessica as she went to the pharmacy section and grabbed a box of condoms. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, getting a little irritated, “You know I don’t wear rubbers with you.”

“I know, c’mon,” she said, turning and walking to the back of the store.

I turned the cart around and followed Jessica again, still fixated on her nineteen-year-old ass. When we got to the back of the store, she disappeared into the women’s room. I was starting to get a funny feeling as I waited for her to come out. After a moment, the door opened, and Jessica peeked out. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, waving me in, “C’mere.”

I looked back over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that no one was around, I went into the women’s room with her. The box of rubbers was on the sink, and Jessica was still holding the cucumber. “Here, hold this for a minute,” she said, shoving the cucumber at me.

“What the hell?” I asked, taking it from her.

Jessica turned around and grabbed the box of condoms. “I don’t know what’s on it, I rinsed it off as best I could in the sink, but I don’t want to shove pesticides or some shit up my cunt,” she said, ripping open the box and taking out a condom.

She opened the wrapper and put the condom on the top of the cucumber. I moved my hands as she rolled it down the length of the vegetable. The condom stopped about two inches from the end. Jessica turned around. I looked over at her, looking her in the eyes in the mirror over her shoulder. She pulled her dress up around her hips, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skimpy thongs and pushed them down to her knees. Her legs were spread wide enough to keep them up. She bent over and put her forearms on the sink, arching her back so her ass and pussy were exposed. “Ok, see if it fits,” she said, wiggling her ass.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can take it,” she said, looking at me in the mirror.

I cupped her pussy with my free hand to see if she was wet enough, and I was surprised to see that she was practically dripping with anticipation. “I’m already wet. Slide it in me,” she said, straightening her back and pulling forward, away from my hand a little.

When I took my hand away from her cunt, she arched her back again, pushing her slick, bald cunt lips out farther between her legs. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This teenage slut wanted me to shove a massive cucumber up her twat in the women’s room of a grocery store. I stood behind her, staring at her sexy, wet cunt. My cock was getting hard, pressing against the front of my pants. “How about we forget the cucumber, and I just buy you the extra champagne, and since you’re horny, I just fuck you where you stand?” I suggested, rubbing my growing cock through the fabric of my pants with my free hand.

“Hell no. A bet is a bet. Now do it. I want it inside me,” she said, starting to sound irritated.

“Yeah, ok,” I said,

I adjusted my grip on the cucumber, holding it below the rubber, and put the hand I had been rubbing my cock with on the small of Jessica’s back to help steady her. As soon as the latex-covered vegetable touched her dark pink, puffy cunt she started mewling. I had to slide it up and down her wet sex crack to get it lubed up a little more. The spermicidal lube on the condom wasn’t enough for the enormous cucumber. Jessica rocked her hips as I slid the vegetable between her swollen cunt lips and twirled it. Once it felt slick enough to enter her, I began to push. She let out a quiet gasp as it entered her tight fuck-hole, then grunted after about two inches of the cucumber had disappeared inside of her. Jessica got quiet and started pushing back onto the vegetable, quickly adjusting to its girth. It was sliding into her a lot easier than I thought it would. In no time at all, I had the cucumber buried inside of Jessica. All the way to the bottom of the condom. I loosened my grip a little, ensuring it would stay if I let go of it. When it didn’t move, I let go of it and took a step back. “Goddamn, girl,” I said, staring in amazement at her stretched open pussy lips.

Jessica’s breathing was ragged. She sounded like she had been sprinting. “Is it all in?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

Jessica put a hand between her legs. I saw her fingertips touch the end of the cucumber sticking out of her. “Why did you stop? I can take more,” she said, pushing it deeper.

“I thought you said you didn’t want pesticide in you, and that’s where the condom stops,” I said.

“Fuck it. I want it all in me,” Jessica said, her voice husky with pure lust.

I continued to watch, amazed, as she pushed the cucumber deeper in her hungry cunt, letting out a throaty grunt as she did. Her bald cunt lips were closing around the end of the vegetable as Jessica pushed the whole fucking thing inside her. When she moved her fingers, only the very tip of it was visible between her dark pink cunt lips. “Oh, fuck, that really fills me up,” Jessica said, gyrating her hips in small circles.

Before I could ask how she planned on getting it out since it was buried in her snatch and there was nothing to grab onto, she continued to amaze me, standing up straight. She bent back over enough to grab her panties and pulled them up as she turned to face me. “Ok, let’s go,” she said, pushing her dress back down around her thighs.

She started for the door, her dress falling back into place like nothing had happened as she walked. She wasn’t walking normally, but if I didn’t know, I would never guess she had a giant cucumber shoved up her twat. “What about the cucumber?” I asked as she was opening the door.

“What cucumber?” she replied innocently, smiling as she looked over her shoulder at me, “Are you coming?”

I followed her out of the restroom. I had forgotten about my hard cock and was walking awkwardly myself. By the time we got back to the aisle with the champagne, she was walking perfectly normal again. “So, how many bottles can I get?” she asked.

“Get whatever you want. You earned it,” I told Jessica.

Jessica giggled and put four more bottles into the cart. “Four?” I asked, “That makes six total. Are you going to drink all of that in two days?”

“Not in two days, but I told you I might be able to stay longer. I just have to ask my mom. I can always take the leftovers home. I earned them, right? Or if you’re really lucky, I might call a friend to come help me,” she said, walking away.

I stood there, watching as she twitched her ass. She stopped at the end of the aisle and turned around. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. I finally moved, and when I got closer, she said, “Let’s go grab a box of condoms and some soap and stuff.”

“What? Why?” I asked, “I’m not using rubbers with you.”

“Not for you, for my new toy,” she said with a wink before turning around. “Besides, if I do call a friend, I can’t say she’ll let you run in her cunt raw.”

Jessica walked ahead of me, and I was entranced by the swishing of her ass cheeks. By the time I caught up with her on the condom aisle, she already had a couple of boxes in her hand and tossed them into the cart. “Let’s go get some soap and stuff real quick. How much time do we have?”

“About twenty minutes,” I replied, following her to the hygiene aisle.

Jessica started grabbing different body wash bottles, shampoo, conditioners, toothpaste, a couple of toothbrushes, a pink loofah, razors, and even makeup. I wondered if she used this expensive stuff all of the time, or was she taking advantage of getting the good stuff while she could. “I got a toothbrush for you, but you need to pick out your own soaps and stuff,” she said, looking in the cart.

“I was planning on just using what you got, I told her as I leaned on the handle of the cart.

“Oh, no. This is my stuff. You’re gonna pay for that whore comment, and this ass ain’t cheap baby,” Jessica said, then giggled and smacked herself on the ass playfully.

I grabbed a few things I thought I’d need and put them in the cart. “Ok, I’m good,” I said.

When we got to the checkout. Jessica stood beside me, hugging my arm like a smitten schoolgirl. I enjoyed the feeling of her firm tits on either side of my arm. The checkout girl looked up at us when she got to the condoms. After she rang the first box, I noticed two more boxes, and they were all 18 count. “Are we going to need all of those?” I asked Jessica.

“Every fucking one of them,” she said confidently.

The checkout girl told me our total and started bagging our stuff. She was about Jessica’s age and seemed a little jealous of Jessica. I swiped my card and paid while Jessica put the bags in the cart. The checkout girl handed me my receipt, “Have a fun night,” she said.

Jessica and I were flirting and laughing as we walked to the door. All of a sudden, a male voice came out of nowhere. “Excuse me, sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

I stopped and turned around, not thinking anyone would be talking to us, but I knew no one else was around. I saw a man about my age standing behind us. He wore a pair of khaki pants, a white button-up shirt, a cheap tie, and a name tag that said “manager” more prominently than his name. “What the hell? Why do we need to go anywhere with you?” I asked, pissed off that he was interrupting my time with Jessica.

“Please, sir, there’s no need to make a scene. We can sit your cart of groceries in the employee hallway over here. Everything will be safe while I talk to the two of you in my office. It will only take a minute,” he said, gesturing around like we knew where all of the places he was talking about were.

“What is this about?” I asked, turning the cart around and looking over at Jessica.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders, and we followed the store manager through the door to the employee hallway he had mentioned. “You can leave the cart here. My office is this way. Follow me.” He said, walking ahead of us.

Jessica stepped into the small office first, and I was right behind her. “Please close the door behind you,” the manager said as I stepped into his office.

I closed the door and turned back around. Jessica was already sitting in one of the two chairs in front of the manager’s desk with her legs crossed. I went to sit in the empty chair, which was slightly to the side, and Jessica was practically right in front of the manager. That’s when I saw the open box of condoms we had left in the women’s restroom lying on his desk. Somehow, I had forgotten about the cucumber Jessica had buried in her teenage cunt. I didn’t even realize I had frozen in place until the manager spoke. “So, where is it?”

“Where is what, sir?” Jessica asked, sounding perfectly innocent.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” the manager said, his relaxed demeanor already melting away.

He picked up a remote control, pointed it at a small TV on top of a file cabinet in the corner of his office, and pushed a button. Security footage blinked onto the screen. It was of Jessica and I walking to the restrooms. She had the box of rubbers in one hand and the giant cucumber in the other. Even looking at it on the screen, I couldn’t believe she had gotten all of it inside her. When we both went into the bathroom, the manager pushed another button, fast-forwarding the footage until we both came back out, then the image on the screen paused. “Ok,” he said, sitting up in his seat, “you wanna fuck in the women’s room, fine, but you had to steal a condom to do it? I figured you were going in there to steal something. I was actually surprised to find the box with the leftover condoms,” he continued, picking up the open box of condoms and dropping them on the desk. “I’m assuming you flushed the evidence of the used condom, thank god, but I can’t figure out what you did with the cucumber.”

“What cucumber?” Jessica asked.

“Please don’t insult my intelligence,” the manager said, rewinding the video to before we went into the restroom. “You clearly had a cucumber in your hand when you went into the restroom.”

“We left it in the restroom, didn’t we, honey?” I asked Jessica, looking over at her and giving her a look, “You must have overlooked it. I’d be happy to pay for the merchandise. We just forgot. No big deal.”

Jessica nodded in agreement.

“No, I didn’t overlook it. The cucumber is not in the restroom. You know I could call the police. Shoplifting, indecent exposure, lewd conduct,” the manager said.

“Ok, ok, let’s not be too hasty. There’s no need to call the police. I’m sure we can settle this,” I said, “after all, it’s just a box of condoms and a cucumber.”

“You’re right. I don’t have to call the police. Just tell me where the cucumber is, and we’ll do some paperwork to make sure you guys are banned from the store, and you can be on your way,” the manager said.

“Banned from the store? That’s a little extreme, isn’t it, especially since I’ve offered to pay for the merchandise. I can’t be banned from this store. I shop here with my wife,” I replied, looking from the manager to Jessica and back to the manager again.

“Oh, this isn’t your wife? Big surprise there. It’s not just about the shoplifting and the merchandise. I’m more upset that you’re bringing prostitutes to my store to have sex with them in the restroom. What would your wife say? Maybe I should just call the police and have them sort this out,” the manager said, reaching for his phone.

“Hey! Fuck you! I’m not a fuckin’ whore, asshole!” Jessica hissed at him.

The manager was slowly dialing a number, the situation was quickly getting out of hand. “Ok, ok, wait, put the phone down. Let’s talk about this,” I said to the manager, then looked over at Jessica. “Maybe you should just tell him where the cucumber is, and we’ll do what he wants so we can get out of here,” I told her.

Jessica looked at me with a wicked grin. “You think I should tell him where it is? You think I could work out a deal with him?” she asked.

“That’s up to you,” I replied.

“Hey, what are you two talking about?” the manager interrupted, “Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Will you be mad at me?” Jessica asked.

“Of course not, babe. We’ve talked about it, and I wouldn’t mind watching,” I told her.

“That’s it,” the manager said, starting to dial again, “I’m calling the police.”

“Wait!” Jessica said, adjusting her chair, “Hang up the phone. I’ll tell you where the cucumber is.”

The manager stopped dialing again and held the phone for a second as he stared at Jessica. “Hang up the phone,” she told him.

He dropped the phone back onto the cradle and folded his arms over his chest, “Ok, talk,” he told Jessica.

Jessica scooted to the edge of her seat, and pulled her dress up, hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, stood up, and pulled them down. Her tiny panties fell to the floor around her ankles, and she sat back down. The entire cucumber was still buried inside her barely legal cunt. At least from where I was sitting, I could see no indication of it inside her. After she sat back down on the edge of the chair, she lifted her feet and put them on the manager’s desk. Her legs were closed, and her panties were still wrapped around her ankles. “Take my panties off for me, please,” Jessica said, in an incredibly sexy, innocent voice as she ran her hands up her sides, over her dress, and squeezed her ample teenaged titties.

“Why are you stalling? I’m a married man. You’re not going to bribe your way out of this with sex,” he said unconvincingly as he stared at Jessica’s sexy body. He looked back and forth from her creamy, bare thighs to her hands on her tits.

“Be patient. I told you I’d tell you where the cucumber is. But first, I need you to remove my wet panties,” she said, her soft voice practically dripping with lust.

There was an unusual look on the manager’s face as he reached out for Jessica’s panties. I wondered if he was starting to get it. Once Jessica’s panties were off, she slowly spread her legs wide. The manager instantly looked down at her bald, teenage twat. It took a moment for him to register what he was seeing. The seconds that followed were priceless. A unique mixture of shock and confusion contorted his face. “What the fuck?” he slowly whispered as he came to his senses.

Jessica pushed the cucumber out of her pussy slowly. When I looked back at her, there were about four inches of it hanging out of her. She reached down with both hands and grabbed it, and she started to fuck herself with it slowly. The manager and I were both entranced at her slutty show. After a moment, she pulled the vegetable out slowly and tossed it onto the manager’s desk. I couldn’t look away from her cunt. That beautiful, tight, bald, barely legal teenage cunt I loved to fuck was gaping open as I’d never seen before. “How about he pays you for the condoms and cucumber. I let you fuck me. Then we put this whole situation behind us,” Jessica said, pulling the top of her dress down to expose her firm, titties.

Jessica’s swollen nipples and areolas were bright red and rock hard. She squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers as she bit her lower lip, looking at the manager for some sort of response. I felt my cock bulging with eagerness, pressing firmly against the fabric of my pants. I couldn’t wait to watch Jessica get fucked. I heard the manager’s chair creak and looked over at him. He was standing up, unbuckling his belt. By the time I looked back at Jessica, her feet were back on the floor, and she was standing too. Her entire dress was gathered around her waist. “What about your wife?” Jessica asked, trying to sound innocent.

The manager couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. “Fuck that frigid bitch. I’m not about to turn down a hot piece of teenage pussy because of her,” he replied, finally freeing his cock.

I was surprised by the size of his cock. He almost rivaled me. Even Jessica seemed to like it. A faint, throaty “Mmm…” escaped her as she licked her lips.

The manager’s cock was already hard and throbbing. He was a good eight and a half inches and thick. There was already a clear drop of precum leaking out of his piss-hole. “That’s a very impressive cock, baby,” Jessica said. “I hate to ask, baby, but can you put this on?”

Jessica reached down and picked up one of the condoms from his desk and handed it to him. Before he took it from her hand, she was already walking around the desk. “Anything you want, you sexy little bitch,” the manager said, taking the rubber from Jessica and opening it.

Before Jessica had gotten around his desk, he had the condom rolled down the entire length of his shaft and was unbuttoning his shirt. When Jessica got to his side of the desk, she stood in front of him with her back to him and started to move the stuff on the desk, leaving the massive, wet cucumber for last. Her ass was pressing against his crotch, and she was gyrating slowly. “Quit being a fuckin’ prick tease, you little fuckin’ bitch,” the manager said, roughly pushing her forward onto his desk.

Jessica gasped as she flew forward, then stretched her arms forward and rested herself on her elbows on the other end of the desk. Her perky young tits were perfectly exposed to me. The manager grabbed her dress at her hips and pulled it down. “Take this damn thing off, I want you totally naked, so I can enjoy your tight, little body. I haven’t fucked a teenage pussy in twenty years,” he told her as he released her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles.

My cock was hard and throbbing. I was turned on immensely, watching as this stranger manhandled Jessica. I unzipped my pants and freed my cock through my fly, gripping it in my fist and slowly jerking it. I watched as the manager put a hand over Jessica’s pussy and cupped it. I could tell he was roughly trying to finger-fucking her cunt. “Goddamn, you’re loose as fuck,” he told her, “I’ve got three fingers in you, and there’s barely any grip. I hope you like it in the ass.”

Jessica wiggled her hips. “Mmm… yeah, baby, please fuck me up my tight teen asshole. Please, fuck it hard. Shove that great big, throbbing fuckrod deep in my ass,” she begged in a throaty, seductive voice.

The manager grabbed his hard prick and aimed it at Jessica’s puckered asshole. Jessica moaned a little as he pushed into her. I started beating my dick a little faster as I watched my barely legal, teenage slut, mistress take another man’s cock in her ass. “C’mere, darlin’,” Jessica said, looking over at me, beckoning me with her finger, “you know you don’t have to jerk your cock while I’m around. Come use my mouth.”

I got up and went in front of Jessica, unbuttoning my pants and letting them fall around my ankles. As soon as I was in front of her, Jessica grabbed my hard cock and ran her tongue lightly over my piss-hole. Licking up the precum leaking from it. She began gently jerking my shaft with her small, soft hand. She put her lips around my prick-head, kissing it before slowly taking the head between her lips. Her tongue tickled the back of my foreskin. She knew I loved that. I looked back at the manager, he was still easing his cock into Jessica’s ass, only about halfway in. Jessica slid her lips off of my dick-head with a “pop,” she looked back over her shoulder as she slowly stroked my throbbing fuck-stick in her fist. “Uh… dude in my ass, look, I offered to let you fuck me. What are you doing back there? You can see I’m about to be used as a pincushion. What makes you think I want you back there making sweet love to my asshole? Either fuck me up the ass like a man or let us go so my boyfriend can take me to a hotel and treat me like a fuck-doll,” Jessica said, sounding like a pure bitch.

“Ok, you like it hard an’ rough, huh? You little bitch, I’ll fuck you good,” the manager said, getting a better grip on Jessica’s hips and spreading his feet.

“Yeah, that’s what I want. I need to be taught a lesson about stealing. Punish my teenage shithole with that big dick. Fuck me a lesson, sir,” Jessica said, then before he could start fucking her, she looked up at me, “And you, grab my hair and fuck my face. You know I don’t have a gag reflex, and I like to have my mouth fucked. Do it right and I’ll call one of my girlfriends later to give you one of those long, wet, slow, sloppy blow-jobs you love. But right now, I want you to fuck my throat and pump your thick cum into it,” she said, just before taking the head of my cock back into her mouth.

The manager and I looked at each other over Jessica’s back. We seemed to share a moment since we each had our cocks in opposite ends of the same teenage slut. “You have got to be the luckiest man I’ve ever met,” he told me.

As soon as he finished his sentence, he tightened his grip on Jessica’s hips. I could see his fingertips pressing into her creamy white flesh and slammed the rest of his cock into her asshole. Jessica moved forward a little, sucking more of my cock into her mouth as she came forward and grunted on it. I grabbed two handfuls of her long, wavy, brunette hair and wrapped it around my hands. I moved Jessica’s head to the right angle, holding her head still as I began bucking my hips, fucking her hot mouth. It didn’t take long before the manager, and I were slamming our hard fuckrods into both of Jessica’s ends simultaneously. I was shoving my cock deep into her contracting throat, and I could feel her grunting on my prick-head as the manager rammed his cock deep into her tight ass.

We continued pounding Jessica’s fuck-holes as hard as we could for about five minutes. Tears were running down her cheeks and streaking her mascara by the time I felt close to the edge. I desperately wanted to outlast the stranger that she had rutting in her asshole, but his sensations were being dulled by the rubber. I was quickly relieved when out of nowhere, he loudly announced he was about to cum. “She likes to be cum on,” I told him, “you can pull out and shoot it on her back if you want. Just make sure you get it all on her back, not in her or between her cheeks. “

The manager didn’t waste another second. He pulled out of her, whipped the condom off, and put his hard, throbbing cock between Jessica’s ass cheeks, squeezing them together. He pushed forward one time and blew his cock cream all over Jessica’s back. Jessica moaned on my dick as the warm cum puddled on her back. I forced my cock as deep in her throat as it would go so I could feel her moans on my dick-head. I gagged her for the first time ever, and spit flew out of her mouth. Instead of pulling back, I pushed deeper into her throat, more spit came out, and it started running down my balls. The manager reached up and began rubbing his cum all over her back, rubbing it into her teenage skin. I lost it and shot my load down her throat. On the second spurt, Jessica couldn’t swallow fast enough, and she gagged on my thick cum, choking on it and coughing it out on my cock shaft and balls. I let go of her hair, and she lifted her head, gasping for air, “Goddamn!” she yelled through my cum as it bubbled on her lips. I was still cumming, shooting large gobs that were landing on her neck and chin. Jessica looked over her shoulder, “Are you happy? Can we go?”

The manager gave her a little smack on the ass, “Yeah, sure, you guys can go. Take the cucumber with you,” he said, sitting back down with his cock in his hand.

Jessica got up and walked around the desk, and stood beside me. She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, you were good,” I told her.

“Good,” she said, then kissed me on the cheek, “Let’s get out of here.”

We both fixed our clothes as the manager sat with his pants around his ankles and watched. Jessica grabbed the cucumber and went to the door. I followed her out of the office, we passed an employee restroom on the way out. “Do you want to wash your face?” I asked her.

“No, I’m done with the bathrooms in this place, and this isn’t my first cum-walk. Besides, I’m not ashamed, and I’m rather proud of what I just did. How many women can get pounded on both ends at once and make two cocks explode almost at the same time?” She asked.

“I don’t know, probably not many,” I replied.

“Yeah, that’s right. Not many women can or would. And I’m just a young lil’ girl,” she said with a giggle.