Missy spent her first morning of work exploring the sporting goods department under the stem, watchful eye of Miss Grimsby, the chief saleslady in the area. The older woman took an immediate dislike to her, perhaps because the lovely teenager was everything that Miss Grimsby wasn't – young, beautiful, and sexy. Rather than show her new helper around and explain the uses of all the equipment on display, she left Missy to her own devices, agreeing finally to teach her how to use the cash register only after Missy insisted.
So Missy went off on her own, checking out the piles of baseball gloves, the racks of tennis gear, the stationary bicycles. She ignored the jealous stares of Miss Grimsby and began to enjoy herself thoroughly, even though there was little for her to do. Whenever a customer would move over to Missy to ask about something, the older woman would head him off, not trusting anyone but herself to make a sale in her precious department. But Missy didn't really mind. At least she was working, at least she had a job. She made herself useful by tidying up the various displays and reading up on all the elaborate equipment that was available. Just before lunch, she discovered a corner full of sporting fashions for women, hangers full of sexy shorts and basketball shirts and the like. She began to try them on and examine herself in the mirrors.
She was busy digging under a pile of jogging shorts to find a smaller size when Miss Grimsby came over to say she would be gone to lunch for an hour. The older woman eyed Missy coldly and told her to consult Mr. Travers, in the next department, if she should sun into any difficulty with a customer. Then she sniffed noisily and strode off, seemingly convinced that her department would be in a shambles by the time she returned.
What an old bitch, thought Missy, hauling out a pair of bright, silk shorts she knew to be two sizes too small for her. She grabbed a yellow muscle shirt that had 69 printed on its front and retired to the changing rooms, determined to have a little fun while her supervisor was away. She was curious to see what she looked like in the get-up. She might even keep it on.
She slipped out of her clothes quickly and pulled on the shirt and shorts without bothering about underwear. And when she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile to herself. If anything, she looked more naked with the stuff on than she did without. The basketball shirt was so sheer the full mounds of her tits were bursting out its front. The upper swells of her tits jiggled lewdly over the tight top, and the sides of her tits were clearly visible through the armpit circles. Her nipples tented out its front like squat pebbles.
She twirled and pouted in front of the mirror, entranced at the way her tits joggled inside the tight harness of the shirt. Her ass was just as interesting. The shorts were so small they dug deeply into her ass crack, and her ass cheeks puffed out obscenely from under the hems. Her cunt hair peeked out sexily at the tops of her lean thighs.
"Anybody here? Anybody on duty here?" a voice called suddenly.
Missy's heart lurched. Was that old Cheevers checking up on her? Without a second thought about her outfit, she left the changing room and confronted the visitor. Whoever he was, she'd have to put in an appearance. The sporting goods department was her responsibility, at least for the next hour.
A burly young man was wandering around just outside the changing rooms, picking up, then discarding various items without much interest. As she approached he turned around, and his boredom vanishing completely.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, gaping stupidly at her lewd outfit.
"Oh, I was just trying these things on," she explained, glancing down at her tits self-consciously.
He too was staring at her tits. He was amazed that they stood out so firm and high without the help of a bra. Her tits were mouth-watering. And those legs! So long and slender and perfectly shaped. This little girl was gorgeous!
"Can I help you with something? I work here," Missy continued. Since this could be my first chance at a sale, I should at least try to act professionally, she mused.
"Bells," he grunted oddly, unable to take his eyes off her tits.
"What?"
"Bells. Dumbbells. Weights. You know. I lift weights. I want to see a bench for pressing weights."
So that is why the guy is so muscular, Missy thought. He really was a big fellow, with huge shoulders and great, bulging chest. His blonde hair curled sexily over his collar.
"We have one set up in the back room," she said, leading the way. "I saw it this morning."
He followed her toward a room at the back of the department, watching her ass cheeks flex beautifully as she moved. Those shorts were so fucking tight! Her ass cheeks were oozing out in back like they wanted to escape.
"Here it is," she announced, stepping into the cramped little room and urging him in after her. The place was actually a storage area and was cluttered beyond belief with a thousand boxes full of equipment. But right in the center of the room was what they were looking for, a low, narrow bench with a steel frame attached to cradle a set of weights. Missy gazed at the apparatus with a blank stare.
"Could you demonstrate? I mean I won't want to buy it if I don't know how it works, will I!" he said. There was a leer in his eyes as he spoke.
"I thought you were a weightlifter?" Missy said. But then she shrugged, turned her back on him, and leaned over the bench gingerly. How the hell did this thing work, anyway? She was supposed to know. She was working in the sporting goods department, after all. But she didn't have the vaguest idea.
The young man sat on a packing crate and smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. The silly little slut was half-naked and was about to go clambering about on top of the low bench. It should be something to see. He knew everything there was to know about weight benches, but he wouldn't have told her that for the world.
"I guess you kind of lay on it like this," she said, crawling on all fours across the narrow platform. Her ass bucked up toward him beautifully, and as he watched, her movements forced her shorts to one side. A lovely, hair-lined slice of cunt winked at him lewdly. It shone like a half of a split peach.
"I don't think so," he put in helpfully, adjusting his cock in his lap. As soon as she'd bent over in front of him, his prick had begun to grow.
"This way maybe?" she suggested, squirming around toward him so that he had a clear view down her shirt into her tits. With her body bent over like this, her lush tits hung down below her like ripe melons. The nipples pointed to the ground like fingers.
"I don't think that's the way either. Here, let me help you." He was sliding onto the bench in front of her, straddling it with both feet on the floor. He reached around and in back of her, so that she had to lean back out of his way. And suddenly he was raising part of the bench, resetting it at an angle like a reclined car seat. He pushed her over gently till she was settled comfortably on the angled board. Her legs split and found the floor, supported her in her weird, new position.
"Oh! My! How nice! I'd no idea you could adjust these things!"
"Oh sure. You can adjust several things," he said.
He reached out a hand, slipped his fingers under the top of her tight T-shirt, and tugged it out and down slowly. The material stretched to snapping point and suddenly her left tit flopped into view, pulled out of shape by the gripping shirt, then the other one. Both tits were lolling weirdly out over the top of her shirt. The nipples were bent down towards the ground.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" exclaimed Missy, too shocked, too thrilled, to do anything. She gazed down at her oozing tits along with him, amazed at how much bigger they seemed as they thrust out over the top of the shirt.
"See, your shirt's adjustable too!" he teased, squatting confidently on the bench. "I bet your shorts are as well."
He gripped the elastic top of her shorts in both hands and there was a tremendous tearing sound. The silk briefs were suddenly split in two, hanging over her thighs uselessly, exposing the bristling hair of her cunt to his view.
"Grab hold of the supporting bar behind you," he instructed. "I'll give you a demonstration of how I think this apparatus works."
Without hesitation, her heart pounding crazily, Missy did as she was told, reaching her hands back and up to grasp the steel bar. She stared down at him dazedly, wondering, a strange little thrill in her pussy, what he would do next.
"It's really quite simple," he began, scooping his great fists underneath her ass cheeks and raising her up off the bench. His fingers kneaded her plush ass cheeks and separated them roughly. All the time he lifted her, raising her crotch higher and higher till her feet were up off the floor and her cunt was inches away from his, face.
He bent his head, opened his mouth, and began to lick and slobber at her cunt, scraping his tongue up and down over her crotch hair and cuntlips. He was soon digging his tongue inside her, probing the inner pit of her cunt and cranking her soggy pussy flaps this way and that.
"Ohhh, goodness! Ohhh, my!" Missy groaned, her cunt melting under his lips. "You're eating me! You're eating my cunt!"
"Fucking right!" he mumbled between licks of her inner cunt. "And a sweet one it is too! A real tasty little pussy!"
He resumed work on her, diddling his tongue as far into her gaping cunt as he could poke. His mouth was mashed up against her pulpy cuntlips, and his lips warped them oddly. Syrupy cunt juice was purling down and soaking his chin and the crotch hairs surrounding his mouth.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh, wow!" she muttered, watching him nip and suck at her cunt. This was crazy! She didn't even know this guy, but it sure was exciting! She didn't want him to stop! She didn't want him ever to stop!
His nose mashed into her pussy hair. He supported her with his hands under her ass. One of his fingers crept into her ass crack and searched out her asshole.
"Ohhh! What are you doing? Ohhh!" she crooned, her eyelids fluttering with excitement. "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!"
His finger found the pit of her asshole and began to corkscrew about expertly. Her ass writhed and wriggled in his hands. They couldn't move very far. His finger pushed inside the tight ring of her puckered asshole.
"Ungh! Ungh!" she bleated, not quite believing all this was happening. A tongue in her cunt and a finger up her ass! What a fantastic thing! What a great way to spend her first day at work!
She bent her knees and raised her legs in the air, hooked them wide over his shoulders. Her heels rested just below his shoulder blades. The split of her pussy cracked even wider, allowing him to go much deeper with his drilling tongue. Suddenly he was touching her clit, pummeling the tiny button back and forth without mercy. Her entire lower body seemed to dissolve.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh, fuck! Eat me! Dig that tongue deep! Ooooooh, fuck! I love it! I fucking love it!" she cried. Her tits jiggled like water-filled balloons on her chest.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, slobbering and sucking on her clit like his life depended on it. He thrust his finger deeper up her ass, driving it past the first and second knuckle and twisting it every which way.
"I'm coming! Ooooooh, fuck, I'm coming!" she croaked, her body writhing insanely above the weight bench. She clung to the upper bar tightly for support, her knuckles turning white with the strain. Her thighs swayed in and out on either side of his head.
Great flashes of pleasure shot up from her cunt into her belly and chest, driving her crazy and forcing her to toss her head back and forth with lust. His tongue wouldn't leave her alone. It licked and sucked and nipped at her raw clit, not once allowing her a moment's peace. Her ribcage trembled with tension.
"Ooooooh, please! Ooooooh, please!" she gasped, closing her eyes tightly.
She was so helpless! She couldn't have escaped if she'd wanted to! She didn't want to! Her fists clutched the bar for support and her legs wrapped tautly around his back. Her cunt was caught in the sucking grip of his mouth. Her asshole was plugged up with his marauding finger. This whole situation was insane! It might cost her her job! But she wouldn't have stopped for the world!
"You like that? You like that, slut?" he gloated, lifting his greasy chin up from her cunt a moment. He sucked in great gulps of air in preparation for more cunt-diving.
"Ooooooh! Don't stop! Fuck! Don't stop! Eat me! Eat my cunt!" she wailed, urging her pussy mound up against his mouth, bending her back in a deep arch. "Use your mouth on me! Don't ever stop! I need your tongue! I need it!"
He let her writhe about helplessly for several seconds, content that the longer he waited, the more desperately she'd need him. But then he too wanted more. Her cunt was just too sweet and fresh and juicy for words. There was nothing like a clean teenage cunt! He bent his head and began to lick and poke at her cunt hole with his tongue.
"My clit! Suck my clit!" she pleaded, digging her heels into his back, trying to draw him closer to her.
That tongue felt so good! She'd never felt anything so wonderful! Maybe it was because of the weird situation, the fact that there was so much risk involved. Someone could come into the little room any minute and discover them. Miss Grimsby might get back from lunch and find her nude with this strange guy's mouth glued to her cunt! What would she say then? What would she do?
"Ahhhhh," he sighed in her pussy hair, pelting her raw, pink clit with little beats of his tongue. It was driving her crazy. Before he was through, he'd have her weak in the knees. He'd have her begging him for his cock. He'd have her pleading!
"I love it! Oh, God, I love it!" she groaned, rolling her head from side to side. Her legs swayed in and out, cradling his head gently. Her lovely, flat, brown belly humped up towards him with regular twitching movements. One of her hands left the supporting bar a moment to caress and squeeze her tit. She needed her tits squished! She was hot! She was so hot!
"Ahhhhh," he repeated, scooping up great, flowing beads of pussy juice that were drooling down her cunt walls. She was leaking crazily! Her pussy was squirting cunt juice out into his mouth!
"Squeeze my tits! Please squeeze my tits!" she begged, pressing one of her huge tits back in on itself. Her nipple shot up damn near an inch high.
Obligingly, he reached up a hand, flicked her wrist away, and began kneading and hefting her tit mound with his fingers. Her tit was so firm and solid, like a globe of rubber with a toggle switch mounted on top. Some nipples the little cunt had! They were long enough to poke your eye out!
"Yes! Ohhh, fuck, yes! Squeeze my tits! Feel my nipples! I love it! I need it so!"
She tossed her head from side to side, her eyes clenched tightly shut with pleasure. Now that he had taken over on her tits, she once again gripped the supporting bar, fearful she would fall and jerk his thrilling tongue out of her fucking cunt. She humped her crotch up at him, urged her tits into his mauling hand. It all felt so good!
Sex could be so wonderful! Just when she thought she had experienced everything, something happened to make her wonder if life was long enough to feel everything there was to feel when it came to sex! Here she was, buck-naked with an absolute stranger, letting him eat her cunt, and she was having the time of her life! She was exploring whole new areas of feeling!
Her climax continued a little less violently, but strongly nonetheless. Her cuntlips quivered, drooling out wad after wad of sticky gunk onto his face and mouth. Her clit was raw! She thought he was going to suck her clit right off! She swore he would suck the fucking thing right out of her spasming cunt hole!
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" she groaned, half out of her mind. Each time he twirled his finger up her asshole, she writhed in pleasure forcing her cunt tighter onto his sucking mouth. Then he ate her clit all the more, making her wriggle and shake weirdly.
In a sudden flash, she realized what the cure was. There was only one solution to this exquisite torture and that was a big stiff cock. She needed a great, thick log of a cock up her cunt. That was the only solution to all this. She needed to be fucked. She had to have his prick soon or go insane.
"Cock!" she muttered hoarsely, glaring down at the top of his head. "Cock! I need your cock! Please! Give me your cock! Shove it inside me! Shove your cock up my cunt!"
She tried to draw her tortured pussy away from his tongue, but he wouldn't let her go. His grip on her ass was tight and strong. With his finger up her asshole, he could direct her anyway he wished. She began to whimper deep in her throat. She couldn't stand much more of this. She was about to burst into tears of frustration.
"Please! Give me your cock! I'll do anything! I'll suck you off! I'll swallow your cum! You can fuck me between my tits! Or up my ass! Yeah, you can fuck me up the ass! But please, shove it up my cunt first! I need, it! I need to be fucked so bad! Ohhh, God!"
Her voice broke into a sob, and he looked up from her cunt in alarm. His cunt-sucking had really had an effect! The hot little slut was begging for his cock, just as he'd predicted! But so soon! He thought it was going to take ages! She seemed to be experiencing some kind of breakdown. If he didn't oblige her and fill her cunt with cock soon, who knew what she might do? She might start screaming or something! He removed his cum-soaked face from her gaping cunt and lowered her ass back down onto the bench. With a harsh popping sound, he unplugged his finger from her asshole. Then he knelt on the bench and began to undress. She stopped whimpering and watched him, her legs still draped loosely over his muscular shoulders. There was a strange, fiery light in her eyes.