Missy was transferred to another department. Miss Grimsby had stood speechless in the doorway for maybe a minute, then had stalked off to report the young salesgirl's outrageous behavior to Mr. Cheevers. The girl was a slut, Miss Grimsby told him, no better than a common street whore who would rather seduce their customers than sell them any merchandise. She should be fired without delay.
"Let's not be hasty, Geraldine," he replied, watching the older woman carefully. "Maybe there was some misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding! I caught the little whore stark naked in the storage room, letting some muscleman… I can't say it!"
"Letting some muscleman what, Geraldine?" he went on, truly curious.
"Letting some muscleman put his… thing up her rear end! She was having sex with an absolute stranger, anal sex, on company time! We were paying her wages while she rutted like a bitch in heat!"
"Aren't we being a little harsh, Geraldine?" he persisted, a thin film of sweat forming on his brow. "The girl is young. Don't you think she deserves a second chance?"
Miss Grimsby couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why wasn't he coming down to the sporting department right now? Why wasn't he insisting they throw out the young slut immediately? She raved on, becoming quite excited, threatening to resign unless something was done about the little bitch. Eventually Cheevers agreed.
Miss Grimsby was a fifteen-year veteran of the store, and he didn't want to lose her considerable abilities. On the other hand, he didn't want the little cunt, Missy Treats, causing any trouble for him. He agreed to get the young girl out of Miss Grimsby's department immediately. He wouldn't fire her. He was determined to give her another chance. But Miss Grimsby wouldn't have to see her ever again. He would transfer the teenager to another area.
Miss Grimsby complained bitterly, truly at a loss as to why he would wish to protect the young slut. But he was the boss, there was nothing she could do about it. She insisted he come with her right away and tell the youngster himself. She was so angry she couldn't speak to her. At all costs, she wanted Missy Treats put of the sporting department within the hour.
And so it was that Missy got the rest of that day off. Mr. Cheevers came to see her just as she was finishing cleaning herself up after her marathon fuck session in the store room. The muscular, young stud had long since left her with barely a word, not even telling her he would buy the damn weight bench, and she was dressing herself in her own clothes, waiting for the axe to fall.
When Cheevers didn't fire her after all, but simply told her to report the following morning to the lingerie department she was ecstatic. She thought for sure he would get rid of her. His only warning was that if she were involved in any more sexual exploits, he'd have no choice but to let her go, regardless of what she had on him. He couldn't let the store be turned into a common bawdy house.
She gave him her coyest smile, fondled him briefly by the balls, and left the store to spend the rest of the day relaxing. It was so nice to have job security!
She soaked herself in a hot bath and tried to ease the discomfort in her lower body. Her ass and cunt were still sore from the amazing fucking they had undergone.
The next morning, she reported for work early, determined to make a good impression. She really hadn't meant to let things get so out of hand yesterday. It was just that once she got started, she couldn't help herself. She was always like that. All a guy had to do was get her a little stimulated, and she was off and fucking.
She wore her most homely dress, put on hardly any make-up, and tried to look her prim and proper best. Cheevers really was right. If she couldn't control herself, she really had no business working in the store. There were other things in life than sex. She just had to remember that. She simply had to keep saying it over and over to herself.
Unfortunately, Cheevers' choice of the lingerie department for Missy's next attempt at becoming a successful salesgirl was not a good one. To be surrounded all day long by sexy underthings was one thing. But to handle the wispy, silky garments hour after hour was another. By mid-afternoon she was horny all over again, ready to go out and attack the nearest cock.
It took all her concentration to keep her mind on the job, to answer the various ladies' questions as they sought out bras and panties and sultry nightgowns. Good thing I have to deal mostly with women, she mused, or I might be sorely tempted to give some guy the come-on. She found herself looking at the clock every few minutes, wishing the day was over. Once off work, she could get herself fucked.
When the store closed at six o'clock and the last few stragglers wandered toward the doors, she sighed with relief. She'd made it through an entire day without getting herself in trouble. She could control herself when she really needed to. She'd be a success as a salesgirl yet!
She reached under the counter for her purse, making sure she was the last salesgirl to leave the area. But as she stood, she was confronted by two terribly handsome young men in business suits.
"I'm sorry," she began, eyeing them with interest, "but we're all closed up. You'll have to come back tomorrow."
The taller one ran his gaze up and down her lovely body. "We're salesmen. Mr. Cheevers sent us down here to show off some of our items, but we got sidetracked and we're running a little late. Could you spare us a minute or two?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not authorized to buy any articles for the store. You'll have to see my supervisor tomorrow." She began to move out from behind the counter.
"It'll only take a minute. We could leave the sample merchandise overnight, and then in the morning you could show them to your supervisor and have her phone us back. Come on, we'll show you what we've got."
The taller one touched her elbow, urging her gently from behind to stay. Together the three of them moved into an alcove where Missy's superior had her desk. Both men snapped open small briefcases and began to extract items of flimsy underwear.
"Here's our new line of bras," the second man said, handing her the wispiest of sheer white brassieres. "It's very popular with teenage girls. I'm sure you could sell hundreds of them if you displayed them properly."
"And this is our latest design in panties," added the other, letting her feel the pale-blue material.
Missy felt herself getting randier by the minute. All this stuff was so sexy, so lovely. And these two men were just dreamboats! If it was up to her, the store would buy all the stuff these guys had to offer. She examined the underwear carefully, trying to keep her mind on the matter at hand.
"And then we have a very special line of goods that perhaps you could sell under the counter. This is a family store, we realize, and some of these items are a little too saucy to be put on display."
"Maybe I could try them on," Missy suggested, her heart racing in her ribcage. "Would you mind? I could judge much better if I could try them on."
The two men exchanged glances, then stared at the pretty teenager doubtfully. They held the racy items in their hands, taken aback at her sudden suggestion. "Maybe we'd better skip the saucy stuff and show, your line of cosmetics," one of them said.
"You have make-up too! Great! I can be your model! Tell you what. You help me make up my face and then I'll put on some of your sexiest underwear. That way we can see what the whole package looks like!"
Again the two men exchanged glances, but she was slipping between them, sitting herself down in the desk chair, leaning her lovely head back expectantly.
"Go ahead. Put some of the make-up on me!" she insisted. "There's no one around. Everyone's gone home. You wanted to show me your stuff, so go ahead! I guarantee the store will buy everything you have to sell!"
The shorter man took out a small case from under the piles of lingerie and unzipped, it. Cradling Missy's head, he began to apply thick swaths of eye make-up to her lovely face. While the other man watched, he coated her eyelids with thick globs of dark blue eyeshadow. Then, without pausing, he began daubing her full lips with an oily, purple lip gloss. In seconds, she was transformed from a sweet-looking teenager into a horny looking whore. Her eyelids were like two dark bruises, her lips like juicy purple fruit.
"I love it! It's fantastic!" she praised, gazing raptly into the mirror held up in front of her. "It's so sexy! Just wearing this stuff puts you in the mood!"
"In the mood for what?" prompted the makeup man, leaning back to examine his handiwork.
"You know! Fucking and sucking! What else?" The men glanced at each other yet again, and one of them stepped back and coughed. "You said you'd like to try on some of our special underwear. How about these?"
He was handing her an extremely brief, shocking-pink bra trimmed with tiny frills of red. In his other hand he clutched a matching pair of panties. He watched as she examined the items, half-expecting her to cast them aside as too obscene. When she smiled knowingly his heart began to pound in his chest.
"Why you naughty boys! This stuff is really sexy!" she purred, feeling the bra with her fingers. "I bet this doesn't cover a girl up at all, does it?"
"There's only one way to find out," the man encouraged, reaching a hand into his crotch. Just hearing the sexy teenager talk was giving him a hard-on!
"You're right," agreed Missy, and, without hesitation, she laid the underwear out on the desk and stood up to undress.
She unzipped her dress and let it slip from her shoulders, stepping from it and folding it over the back of the chair before they could comment further. She reached for the flimsy bra and hooked it in back of her, folding her monster tits snugly into its cones. The two men gasped at the sight of her tumbling tits.
"There are no ends to them!" she giggled. "They let my nipples stick right out!"
She stared down at the protruding knobs of her nipples as they jutted out and up from the holes of the bra. The garment was little more than a harness to support her massive tits and thrust them out more brazenly. It did nothing to hide her tits, but simply forced them up high, emphasizing her rubbery, hard nipples by letting them peek free from two huge, three-inch-wide holes.
"Jesus Christ!" one of the men muttered under his breath.
"Are the panties the same?" she asked with a girlish, innocent enthusiasm. She sat down again, sliding her underpants and hose down off her crotch. Then she grabbed the tight, silk panties, pulled them up her legs and stood up to look at herself. She began to giggle again.
The panties were totally crotchless. Two silk flaps made up the garment, but a huge swath of material had been left out, so that the crack of her ass and the bristling blonde bush of her cunt were on lewd display. Her tufted pussy mound burst out from between the two pink triangles.
"Holy fuck!" the second salesman gasped.
"What else have you got? What's this?" she asked, reaching for a thin loop of elastic material from the open briefcase. "A suspender belt! Fantastic! I'm going to look like a regular whore before I'm finished!"
She wrapped the pink suspender belt around her waist, fastened it, and adjusted the dangling straps below. Then she fumbled about in the pile of underthings till she found a pair of light grey stockings. She hauled them up over her lovely, slender legs and attached their tops to the sexy garters. She finally stood up proudly with her hands on her hips and waited for inspection.
"Well, what do you think, boys? Do I look sexy enough? Do I look like an expensive whore?"
The men groaned. That's exactly what she looked like. Usually the women they sold this stuff to were older, fading in their looks, anxious to retain the interest of their bored husbands. This little girl was a sweet teenager, in the full bloom and health of youth. Having her decked out in the erotic underwear was like being confronted, in the flesh, with one of those lush beauties from the centerfolds of the most expensive men's magazines.
"I feel so sexy! I can't help it! This stuff does it to you! It really makes you feel like fucking and sucking!"
She moved slowly back and forth in front of them, her thighs flexing in the sheer grey stockings, her ass bursting out from between the tiny rear flaps of the pink panties. The suspender belt was stretched taut across her flat, brown belly. The elastic garter straps framed her bristling cunt sexily. Her tits swelled out over the top of the flimsy bra and her nipples, nearly an inch long, poked up to the ceiling sharply.
The two men watched her quietly, cocks throbbing softly in their pants. Experienced as they both were in the area of womens' underwear, neither one of them had ever seen anything quite like Missy. She was just too erotic for words. She was a walking advertisement, not just for lingerie, but for, sex.
"Would you like me to suck you both off?" she asked suddenly, turning to face them. "You both look kind of weak in the knees. I guess I've gotten you both pretty excited, huh?"
The two men said nothing. They glared at her as if they were seeing some strange, exotic creature.
"I'll do it. I'll gladly suck you off. Or anything else you might have in mind. Wearing this stuff makes you pretty horny, believe me!"
Still the two men said nothing. They were rooted to the spot. They gaped at her stupidly. One of them opened his mouth but no sound came out.
"Come here. Let me offer you some relief," she went on pleasantly. "It's the least I can do after getting you all hot and bothered. Come on, there's no one around."
She sat down at the desk chair and swiveled to face them. Without speaking, they shuffled towards her, like two shy little boys. They came to a stop just in front of her and gazed down passively at the top of her blonde head. One of them folded his arms and the other planted his hands on his hips.
"I don't mind sucking off two guys at the same time. Really. It turns me on, as a matter of fact. The more men the better, I always say. You can never have enough cock on hand. Never."
She reached up and clasped two sets of flies in her fingers. Then she tugged down, unzipping the men simultaneously. She turned to unclasp the top of one pair of pants, then did the same thing with the other. She pushed both pairs of slacks to the floor and raised her eyes to examine the twin bulges in both pairs of shorts.
"It looks like you're both getting hard," she noted, staring at their short fronts. Both pairs of underpants were swelled out as with some monstrous growth. She smiled sweetly to herself.
Both men suddenly obliged her by unbuttoning their shirts. Two hairy, well-muscled bellies came into view. They wriggled out of their shirts, stepped from the tangles of pants at their feet, and stood before the horny teenager wearing nothing but their shorts. They looked down at her and waited for her next move.
Missy planted a hand on each of their warm hard-ons, caressing their balls and the fat shafts of their cocks through their cotton shorts. She turned her face up to them briefly and smiled, running a pink tongue over her full and puffy lips.
"I'm going to like your cocks, I have a feeling," she murmured, massaging their spongy pricks gently. "They feel so big! They feel so wonderfully big!"
Unable to wait any longer, she hooked her long fingers into the top of one pair of shorts and pulled down. In a flash, she had the garment around his ankles and was lifting her face up to examine the newly exposed prize.
"It's beautiful! Just beautiful!" she praised, taking in every inch of his huge cock and licking her lips hungrily.
The thing was about seven inches long, and hung heavily from his crotch like a sleeping snake. It had begun to grow already, she could tell, but as yet still pointed to the floor, its foreskin pulled halfway off the gleaming, satin cockhead. The tall salesman's prick was thick and full, a dark brown color, with a great, ugly, purple vein writhing up its side as far as the head. His cock tilted oddly a little to the left.
She wanted to grab his prick, to hold his cock in her hand. She wanted to rub his cockhead all over her face, lick his prick, put his cock in her mouth and suck his cum out. But she waited. There was something else she had to do first. She dug her fingers under the short salesman's shorts, hauled them down to the ground, looked up to check the other naked cock. She drew in her breath a second time.
"My God, they're both huge!" she raved, licking her lips. "They're both fucking horse cocks!"
She gazed at the second prick with wonder. It was even bigger than the other, perhaps eight inches long, and its head was completely exposed like a shiny red softball. His cock hung down from its forest of pubic hair like somebody's arm. She doubted she could get her fingers all the way around the short man's prick.
"Can I play with them? Please? Can I play with them?" she whimpered, her heart pounding.
Missy brought up both hands and touched her fingers to the undersides of the two huge pricks. She raised both cockheads on her palms and examined the two of them closely. She wanted to know them thoroughly. She didn't want to miss a single thing about them. They were so beautiful and so fucking huge!
Wrapping her slender fingers around each one, she lifted them higher, hefted them in her hands, tried to judge their weight. Each prick felt like it weighed several pounds. She squeezed them gently, pulled them tenderly towards her. Her mouth was watering.
"They're so beautiful!" she murmured, her eyes wide with respect. "They're just fucking gorgeous! I love both of them!"
She opened her mouth, poked out her tongue, and leaned forward. Using gentle, slow strokes, she began to lick up the underside of the cock on her right. Her velvety tongue scraped the pulsing prick shaft tenderly, from balls to head. Globs of deep purple lipstick smeared from her plush lips onto the growing cockpole.
"Jesus Christ," the man on the right muttered. He closed his eyes a moment, pleasure pulsing through his balls.
Missy moved her head up and down with long, lazy dips, covering his stiffening cock with spittle and making his prick shine with lip gloss. His cock grew steadily in her hand, forcing her fingers wider by the minute. Its bloated head shone brightly. Her other hand shucked the tall man's cock up and down with easy, regular strokes.
"What a tongue she has! What a hot tongue the little cunt has!" the short man praised. He placed a hand in her hair and caressed the side of her head as she sucked his cock.
Then she backed off him, turning to the tall man's cock, beginning to lick his prick with similar long, slow strokes. The cock had grown at least two inches while she'd been caring for its twin. The tall man's throbbed in her fist like a hunk of rubber hose pipe. Its foreskin had peeled back completely from the dark-purple cockhead.
"Do you like this? Do you like it when little Missy licks your cocks?" she asked, smiling up at them coyly. "Does my tongue feel good on your aching hard-ons?"
The men said nothing. They both gazed down dazedly at the top of her blonde head, watching the small pink pad of her tongue as it wriggled and curled on their cocks. In her deep blue eyeshadow and purple lip gloss, she looked incredibly sexy and whorish.
Her head dipped lower, and she slurped and slobbered at a huge pair of bloated balls. They were dangling heavily in their wrinkled pouch, and she began to chase them with her mouth, teasing them this way and that with her tongue until she caught one between her lips. She sucked the tall man's ball inside and rolled his ball about on her tongue, bathing his ball in her heated, wet mouth.
"Ooooooh!" the tall man groaned, tilting back his head. Her tongue whirled on his captured ball, lifting it up and down and forcing it against the smooth wall of her cheek. He could feel his jism squirming hotly.
Still pumping the short man's cock in her curled fingers, Missy concentrated on the ball that was resting on her chin. She cranked wide her lips, dipped her face again, and siphoned the second ball inside to join its twin on her tongue. Both balls swelled out her cheeks ridiculously, and she turned up her face to show the two men the incredible sight.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned proudly, washing the captured balls with her warm saliva. Her face was swelled beyond recognition.
"Me too! Me too!" the short salesman protested, and Missy spit out the ball sac, moving over to his swinging pouch, licking his balls with a few gentle sweeps of her tongue. His balls looked like two eggs caught in a pink, hairy bag, and in seconds she had cranked wide her jaw and sucked the entire sac inside. She mashed them softly in her face.
Both men were muttering to themselves now, their eyes glued to the lewd spectacle below. "Cocksucker…" they said, and, "Hot slut… dirty little cunt… teenage whore… filthy cockteaser."
Missy spit the second bag of balls from her lips, leaving it dangling wetly just like the other, its tiny hairs glistening with saliva. She began licking strongly, moving from cock to cock and scouring each prick shaft with her tongue as she jacked the two of them off. Both cocks were granite hard, brought nearly to full erection by her expert mouth work.
Then she paused a moment and glared at the twin cocks in her fists as if she were seeing them for the first time. As she watched, both cock tips cracked open a fraction and oozed out a crystal of fuck juice. The two bubbles sat there on the cock crowns, and just as they began to roll slowly down toward the flanges of the cocks she moved forward and stuck out her tongue. She licked up both pearls of cum quickly. She savored the taste of the precum and gazed up at the two men, a flash of triumph in her eyes.
"Ohhhhh shit… fucking whore… cocksucker…" they mumbled, their balls quaking. Each cock glowed with spit and lipstick in her fists. They pulsed gently, like sleeping snakes.
"You're both starting to leak! I guess you're pretty turned on, huh?" Missy teased, her eyes crinkling wickedly at them. She stared at the cockheads some more, then tilted her face towards them and began to play with them all over again. What she did made both men groan deeply.
Clamping both cocks firmly in her fists, she began to rub them harshly into her face. She crammed a cockhead into each cheek, then worked upwards, circling the oozing prick tips around and around her temples, over her forehead, and down each side of her nose. She closed her eyes tight and massaged each cock into the sockets, smearing clear fluid onto her eyelids and matting her long lashes together. Then she worked both pricks down to her mouth.
She planted a cockhead at each corner of her mouth and wriggled her tongue back and forth over them, digging its tip into each piss-slit in turn. Her lipstick, like the eyeshadow above, was smeared every which way across her face, giving her an even more whorish look. She wrapped her lips over one cock, then the other, and finally nudged both cockheads with her tongue, leaving the men gasping for breath.
Mashing both cocks in her fists, like a bunch of flowers she was trying to crush, Missy bent her head, opened her mouth wide, and slipped their combined bulk between her lips. Her mouth opened wide, her lips splitting at the corners, and both cockheads were inside, bloating her cheeks, throbbing on her tongue, threatening to split her face in half any minute.
"Look at that! Look at what she's doing!" the tall man groaned. "Both cocks! Both fucking cocks in her mouth! She's taking us both at the same time! She's sucking us both off! Two cocks! Two cocks in her whore-slut face at once!"
Missy lowered herself as far as she could on the bloated cocks, taking the heads and maybe an inch of prick shaft of both before she started to gag. Her lips were stretched to the ripping point around the huge cock poles. Her nostrils flared and panted noisily. Her face was wedged tight on the twin hard-ons.
Her lips wriggled forward, and she absorbed another inch of each cock. But that was as far as she could go. Both cocks were expanding still, and she feared that if she sucked any further she would get stuck. She began to back slowly, reluctantly off the two swollen hunks of prickmeat. They gleamed brightly in the light.
Once off the cocks altogether, she pumped them steadily in her fists for maybe a minute, getting them fully hard and ready for action. She watched each one closely, moving forward to lick off an oozing pearl of pre-cum once in a while. Then she began to rub them into her face all over again, coating her lovely features with snail trails of silver cum.
"What a whore… what a hot little cockteaser… suck them cocks… eat 'em… what a filthy slut…" the two men went on.
Missy took the short man's cock between her lips and sucked his prick deep inside her throat, swallowing four inches of prick shaft before its owner had realized what had happened. She adjusted her head a little, aligned her throat properly, then moved on down, sliding in five, six, seven inches of cock easily. Then she paused a moment and backed off an inch or two before plunging all the way down, sucking in all eight inches of hot cock hungrily. She shucked her head up and down, letting the prick fuck her face with regular, deep strokes. Each time she moved down, her lips and teeth nipped at his crotch hair, her nose nudged his lower belly.
Then, just as quickly, she slipped off the cock, moving over to the other one, bending the tall man's prick inside her lips and to the back of her throat without a second thought. She licked down along its strong hulk, savoring the taste of the pulsing, rubbery flesh. Her tongue fed his cock back deep, corkscrewing his prick far into the recesses of her throat.
"I love to suck cock! I fucking love it!" she grunted as she moved yet again from one cock to the other. "Aren't I a good cocksucker? Don't you think so? I can suck cock real good, huh? Aren't your balls just churning?"
She switched rapidly now from one cock to the other, plunging her mouth all the way down one, then backing off, turning to the second one, pumping her face up and down on the prick as if her life depended on it. Her fists clasped each prick around its base and shucked up and down constantly. Both cocks were fully erect, hopelessly swollen and trembling. They were both ready for action.