Confessions of a Retail Manager, Pt 2. [MF] [cheating]

Once we were back home things seemed to revert to normal. Anna and I would text back and forth throughout the work day, sharing stories about bad customers or corporate BS, with no mention of our encounter on the plane. At one point, I even hinted at broaching the subject by saying “I couldn’t sleep the whole plane ride home – was exhausted when we landed.”

Her reply: “I slept the whole way.”

That seemed to be the end of that.

About three weeks later I was working the opening shift, meaning I was alone in my store from about 9:00 AM until the mall opened at 10. At 9:02 I get a text from Anna.

“Opening?”
“Yep.”
“Alone?”
“Yep.”
“Coming to see if you have something a customer was asking for. BRT.”

I was a bit confused – It was common for us to transfer merchandise between stores, but why wouldn’t she just ask about the product in text? She arrived a few minutes later, dressed for a typical work day in a black button-down shirt and khakis, and I opened the gate for her.

“We can’t talk about anything delicate in texts,” she said before the gate was even re-locked, “Tom reads through my phone all of the time. He even checks the monthly usage report to see if there are any missing texts in case I delete them.”

“Wow, that’s… quite controlling.” The gate lowered into place and I locked it.

“It’s been this way for months – maybe even years. I’ve never done anything to warrant this except… well…” she let the sentence trail off.

I sat on my counter. “That was a big change, then.”

She nodded. I could see there were tears in her eyes. “I just get so frustrated, you know? Before I left for Dallas I looked on his laptop, and saw that he was searching for ‘Local Young Asians.’ When I asked him about it he pitched a fit, told me I was violating his privacy, that I had no right. For a second I thought he was going to throw his laptop at me.”

“Jesus, Anna. Why don’t you leave him?”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I threatened to before, but he just says he’ll vanish. He has family in Puerto Rico, in Canada, even in Brazil. I’ll never find him, and I can’t afford to support our daughter and myself on what I make. He’ll take everything he can and just… be gone.”

“Shit…” I had no idea how divorce proceedings worked, or how plausible Tom’s plan was, but it was obviously a threat Anna was taking to heart.

She nodded in silence. I let her stand there a moment, then moved to her and gave her a hug. IT was an innocent, supportive, platonic gesture, but within a heartbeat of getting my arms around her I felt her hand caressing my crotch through my pants. “This is my way of feeling better…” she whispered, “you don’t mind, do you?”
“I… er… no…” it was all I could say. I could feel my cock rising rapidly to attention at her touch.
“I’m a grown woman, and he treats me like a child. Well, I’m going to act like a woman any way I can.” She stepped back from the hug and started unbuttoning her shirt. I was stunned, unable to look away as her skin slowly came in to view. I got one glimpse of her cleavage before she turned away and started walking towards my back room.

I checked the lock on the gate, flipped the store lights off (in case my District Manager happened to visit – I’d rather him think I just wasn’t there yet), and followed.

By the time I walked into the back room her shirt was off, revealing her bra-covered, gigantic breasts. She hung her shirt on a product-hook and reached behind to unhook her bra. I was mesmerized. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I couldn’t look away if I was paid to.

The bra came loose and she pulled it off, hanging it beside her shirt. Her tits were even bigger than they looked when covered. They were milky white and swollen, her pale nipples erect and pink. I could see the hint of veins beneath the white skin. I had never seen breasts this big in person (and haven’t since).

I stepped close and ran my hands over her soft skin. She leaned into my touch, kissing me deeply. I could feel her moaning against my mouth as I squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. She broke the kiss to whisper “harder…” and I was happy to comply, my hands gripping and clenching around her breasts. She whined and moaned with each painful squeeze, and I could see the mix of pain and pleasure in her expression, and it was amazing. I had done some D/s play in the past, and Anna was awakening my inner sadist. I pinched and twisted her nipples, pulling on them roughly. She moaned aloud, arching her back, her body quivering with pleasure. I did it again, then squeezed her breasts painfully tightly. She gasped, eyes opening wide, her mouth in a perfect circle of a silent moan, and started shuddering. I held that position, watching her as she quivered and shook, and then she exhaled sharply, leaning in against my hands, moaning softly. “Fucking… God…” she whispered.

“Did you just…?” I asked.

“Yes,” she interrupted, still panting for air.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“it’s been a while,” she said through labored breaths, “and you know exactly how to touch me.”

Her hands moved to my pants and she started undoing my belt in a hurry. I let go of her flesh long enough to help her, and as soon as my fly was down she sank to her knees. With one motion she pushed my pants and boxers down, my cock springing up and hitting her on the nose. She grinned, “Finally get to see this monster up close.”
I have been complimented on my cock in the past, and just smiled down at her as she gripped it in one hand and marveled at the feel of it. “Tom’s is so much smaller. Goddamnit…” She purred like a kitten and leaned in, taking the swollen head between her lips, her tongue teasing my slit where precum was already flowing.

I gasped aloud. Her lips were like velvet. Her tongue swirled around my flesh in firm circles, teasing the rim of my
cockhead. I could feel a shiver pass through me at the sensation.

“I never do this for him,” she purred, rubbing the wet head on her cheek, “he asks and I say no. I told him I think it’s demeaning.”

“Oh?” It was all I could think to say.

“But I’m using you to get back at him… you may as well use me.” At that she plunged her mouth down my shaft, pushing the head of my cock into her throat. I groaned aloud, one of my hands leaning against the wall for stability, the other sliding into her silky blonde hair. She gagged a little, withdrew, and tried again. She moaned audibly each time she could take a breath, pushing further down my shaft each time, like she was on a mission to swallow me whole. The sensation was amazing, and I knew I wouldn’t last long at all.

“Gunna…” it was all I could say between gasps.

She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth and pumped my cock with both hands, moaning the whole time. It only took about ten seconds before I felt my balls start to tighten.

The first dribble landed on her tongue and she made a face of disgust, pulling me out of her mouth and turning her head. My cum shot in thick ropes onto her neck and shoulder, where it proceeded to run down her back and chest. I groaned as I watched my cock spurt all over her, covering her skin in a heavy load.

“Sorry,” she whispered, as the last dribbles slipped out of me and onto her hands. “I never liked the taste… I tried.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, panting a little. “You’re a mess, though.”

She shrugged a little and let go of my cock, leaning back to rub the cum into her skin. She looked me right in the eyes as she did so too, and I could feel myself getting hard all over again. She winked at me, then said “No time for round two. We open in fifteen. Got any paper towels so we can clean up my back?”

I helped her get the last of my load off of her and she got dressed, smiling as she fastened the last button. “Going to be a wet mess all day thinking about your cum on my skin.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, fastening my belt, “going to be tough keeping my hard-on out of sight of customers.”

She winked again, “Good luck with that.”

We stepped out of the back room and she made her way back to the front of the store. People were walking around the mall now as opening time approached. I opened the gate for her.

She paused as she stepped into the hall, fishing out her keys. “When do you open next?”

“Thursday,” I said.

She smiled. “I’ll change my schedule.”

At that she walked away, humming to herself.

To be continued….

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