Being an assistant store manager had its ups and downs. It’s good times as well as its bad times, tonight was one of those bad times. It was my turn to be the closing manager, which meant I had many things to do, with not enough time to do them. Case in point the grocery truck had come a few hours later than scheduled. Which had started a cascade of bad things to follow, the main problem was now the stock crew was running behind.
“Manager to the office,” Sheryl said, she sounded irritated.
She had been calling me urgently for a while now. I had been ignoring her because I wanted to get some stuff done. But this was the fifth time she had said it over the intercom. I sighed deeply, pushing my sales cart to the side. I walked towards the office.
“Yes Sheryl,” I said, entering the office. I should have done better to hide the irritation in my voice.
“Here, count these,” she said, throwing a few bundles of cash across the desk, towards me.
I sat at the desk, opening the packets, then counting the money.
“You going to get out on time tonight?” Sheryl asked she could tell I was more annoyed than usual.
“Highly doubt it,” I answered.
I knew Sheryl would be ready the moment the last customer had left, and the last register was counted and put into the safe. She was the best closing office clerk we had. Sheryl was the only thing in the store I didn’t have to be worried about; She could take care of everything up front while I focused on everything else.
“Stock crew is running behind. I know it was a late truck, but they seem to be dragging their asses tonight,” I said, counting the last bundle.
Sheryl nodded at me, looking out the small window at the closing cashier, she smiled with a sly look. She looked over at me while she was printing a report.
“You could tell Cindy to tell them to hurry.”
I smiled back at her. Cindy was the closing cashier, she was by all standards a hottie, she had just turned twenty-three. With bright blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that could make any man do her bidding. She was a knockout on all levels. If I were many years younger, I would be one of the many that were pursuing her.
“I should do that, it might put a little pep in their step,” I said, sitting back in my chair.
I knew the younger members of the stock crew were fascinated by her. Now and then I would see them sneak down the aisles, just to take a quick peek at her.
“Counted, all seems right,” I said, putting the cash into the safe.
I couldn’t stay in the office all night. There was just too much to do. Even though sitting down had felt good. I walked towards the door.
“Think about it. I know she wants to hang out late tonight. She has tomorrow off,” Sheryl said before I got to the door. I nodded back at her.
I exited the office, I walked just in front of the registers, it was a dead Thursday night. I looked out the large windows at the parking lot it was nearly empty. Looking down the aisles, it didn’t look like there were many customers inside either.
The thought of closing the store earlier than usual crossed my mind. If I did close early, it would give me some time to get some things done. I pushed the thought out of my mind. The store manager would find out easily by looking at the camera and sales report. He would have my hide, and possibly write me up if he wanted to, knowing him as well as I did. I knew it would be stupid to put myself in that situation.
I looked over at Cindy’s register. She noticed me looking at her, she smiled at me from behind her cell phone. I couldn’t be mad at her there was nothing for her to do. She had already blocked the front-end caps, as well as getting the last of the shopping carts from the parking lot. Although as I remembered what Sheryl had said, there was one thing she could do for me.
“Hey, Cindy?” I asked, approaching her register. She looked up at me. “Mind telling the stock crew to hurry the hell up?”
She beamed at me with a bright smile. “Absolutely,” She picked up the intercom. “Hey, Guys! Hurry up!” she yelled into it.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I said, walking back to the aisles.
“Anything else, just let me know,” she said, with that bright smile.
I began blocking the store, trying to get ahead of them. Maybe if I knocked out a few aisles, they would see I wanted to get out of here, they might speed up. It seemed I didn’t have to put much effort into getting them to hurry. Cindy’s motivational cheer had worked. I noticed there was a lot more work going on and less talking coming from them.
“Well, we are nearly done,” one of the full-time stock associates said, as he saw me blocking his aisle.
“Really?” I asked, slightly sceptical, I had seen three untouched pallets in the backroom just moments ago.
“Yeah, those pallets in the back are sale items,” he replied sharply.
I silently cursed the co-manager for ordering over me. I had told him I had ordered enough for the sales ad for the whole week. I would have words with him tomorrow. The two of us were always at each other’s throats.
“Thanks,” I said.
I stopped blocking, then started heading towards the back room. I just wanted to make sure he was right. Before I got too mad.
“So, what’s the hurry?” he asked. “We have enough people here tonight to block the store in a few minutes.”
“I don’t want to get out too late, plus you’re nearly out of hours, aren’t you?” I asked.
He was one of the better stock associates, so he worked every truck night, plus he was good at getting the others to work just that much harder. I had already put in words to the store manager to make him the center store lead. He deserved the position more than the other guy.
“Yeah, actually I am, but we will be finished by then,” he said. “You got a hot date or something?” He asked, he was also one of those guys, that thought everything had to do with sex, or the pursuit of it.
“Nah,” I said, cutting him off at the pass.
If I said more, it would lead to a whole conversation, which I didn’t want to get into with him. I liked keeping my personal life personal, and my work life here at work. Not like some managers that got too close to their associates. I knew I was well liked by many of the store personnel. I was strict but not overbearing, kind but not fake.
“Manager to the front,” Cindy said, over the intercom.
“Get everything to the back, then get them blocking please,” I said, he nodded back at me, then went to the back.
I walked to the front of the store to see what Cindy had wanted. A customer wanted a full refund on items she had bought two days ago, Sheryl was busy bagging another customer’s order, so I quickly handled it. After the lady left. I Looked up at the large clock above the service desk. It was minutes to eleven. I could start closing now, which was a relief.
I picked up the intercom and made the usual polite closing announcement. Sheryl had got some complaints that she sounded rude when she made the announcement. Hopefully, there weren’t many customers left in the store so that we could close on time. I began to make my final walkthrough. I went around making sure that the exit doors were locked, all the freezers were working and that they were holding the right temperature.
When I walked the back aisle, I saw the younger members running around as if they were chasing something or someone. I shook my head, I couldn’t believe them, we were so close to getting out of here on time. Sometimes they made me want to fire all of them and start over. But I knew they were still young with raging hormones.
“Guys!” I yelled at them, motioning for them to return to their aisles.
They turned around putting their fingers over their mouths, trying to silence me. I gave them a stern look, then pointed again, reluctantly they walked back to their areas a bit unhappy that I had ruined their fun. I looked around to see what they had been looking for. I saw a lady shopping. She looked rather puzzled. I walked towards her.
“Hi, we are about to close. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Hi, Yes actually. I am looking for the canned milk,” she said with a stunning smile and a very alluring Latin accent.
“Follow me,” I said, as I began to walk ahead of her.
I walked her over to the correct location. She stepped in front of me. Now I could see why the guys had been following her. She was a stunning woman, she had long blackish blue hair, that came down to her ass. As I looked at her ass, I noticed it was very nice, not too big, not too small. I loved an attractive ass on a Hispanic woman.
She was wearing all white, a white crop top that showed off a nice stomach, her chest was quite impressive too, she had very deep cleavage. I speculated her boobs must be fake. They looked way too big to be on such a figure.
“Thanks,” she said, quickly turning towards me.
I looked away, trying to pretend that I had not just checked out her ass.
“No problem, is there anything else?” I asked.
She was smiling, she tossed her hair to one side; she put her hand on the shopping cart.
“Where is the cereal?” she asked, still looking at me.
“This way,” I said, I quickly walked past her.
We walked over to the cereal aisle. She followed close behind me.
“Here we go,” I said.
Again, she walked in front of me, standing very close. She bent over at the hips, looking at the bottom shelf. When she did her tight white jeans slipped down just enough to show the top of a dark red thong. Her ass was inches away from my crotch. I could see how thick and round it was. She must be doing this on purpose I thought to myself.
“Devon wants to know if you want to count the repacks?” a stock associate asked me. His words brought me back to reality and stopped me from staring at the lady’s ass.
“Yes,” I said quickly, he smiled back at me. “I have to go, but there are other associates on the other aisles if you need help with anything,” I said over to the lady.
She nodded back at me. I walked towards the back room with the part-time associate walking beside me. He was smiling from ear to ear.
“Hypocrite,” he said laughing as we got into the backroom.
He was right. I had just cursed at him and the others for staring at her, and now he had caught me doing the same thing.
“You’re right, for that I apologize,” I said whole hardheartedly.
The rest of the crew came to the backroom, we all worked together putting the repacks away in the proper spots. We also punched the numbers into the guns, so that everything was right. I knew if I didn’t do it, no one else would. Then it would create much bigger problems down the road.
“Manager to the front please,” Cindy said, over the intercom, she sounded annoyed.
“I better get that,” I said “Good work guys, even though the truck came late. You guys knocked it out. I thought we would be getting out late. Way to step up.” I said. They just laughed it off, smiling at each other. “Get the store blocked and we will be out of here.”
I walked to the front, hoping it wasn’t a huge problem. When I got close to Cindy’s register, I saw the Hispanic lady from the aisles. Standing in front of Cindy, she had a disappointed look on her face. Cindy seemed aggravated.
“Can I help you?” I asked. I stood by Cindy, thinking that she needed me to void the transaction because the lady didn’t have enough money to pay for everything.
“I am sorry,” the woman said, her accent was very thick. “I forgot I had brought my son’s car, it’s much smaller than mine,” she said, pointing to a small sports car parked in the first parking spot. “It won’t be able to carry all of this,” she said, with a sad face.
I looked over at the groceries. Sheryl had come out of the office to bag for Cindy, all of what the woman bought, had taken up two shopping carts. If this had happened earlier in the day, I could have asked one of the bag boys to take some of it in their car, then follow her home.
Asking one of the stock guys was out of the question, they had just busted their ass, getting the late truck put away. There was no doubt in my mind they went faster because they wanted to hang out with Cindy in the parking lot.
“She is the last customer, we could close up, right after her,” Sheryl said.
She was an excellent customer service lead. I could see the wheels of thought spinning in her head.
“After we count the office. One of us could take the rest of it for her,” Sheryl said, looking at me than her.
“That would be great,” the lady said she was smiling again.
Cindy looked back at me. I knew neither Sheryl nor her wanted to take all of this stuff back to the shelves. I didn’t want to do that either.
“We can do that,” I said. “That’s if you don’t mind waiting for a few more minutes?” She couldn’t nod her head in agreement any faster if she tried. “Okay, Cindy will cash you out, then help you put as much in your car as you can. We will only be a few moments.”
I reached down for the intercom and called the guys up front. I told them to take a quick run around the store and the bathrooms for any lingering customers. It was unbelievable the things people would do to get away with stealing after a supermarket closed.
Sheryl and I went into the office so that we could close out the sales reports and count the registers. Sheryl tossed the last register draw heavily onto the table.
“What a bitch!” she exclaimed. She was visibly mad.
“It happens,” I said, trying to calm her down.
She knew as well as I did, these things happened at least twice a day. People got so caught up in shopping that they forget that they either don’t have enough money, or they have nowhere to put all of what they are buying.
“At least she had the money to pay for it all,” I said. To which Sheryl agreed.
We finished counting all the money in the office. Everything came out on the positive side. We walked out of the office, everybody had already gone outside and were for us. I turned off all the lights, except for the night running lights, which stayed on automatically. I walked out of the store turning on the security alarm.
As I began to bring down the shutters, I looked over at Cindy’s car most of the guys were already out there, laughing and smiling. To be young again I thought, I would be right there with them. When the shutters were down, I thanked everyone that was still standing near me for a job well done.
“I will take her,” I said over to Sheryl.
I knew she would be happy to get home to her husband. They had been having some problems lately. Sheryl getting out late nearly every night that she had worked was not helping matters. She didn’t have to stay most nights, but the center lead that had been closing the past few weeks was terrible at counting, causing major problems with the overall office numbers.
“You sure?” she asked, but I knew she was excited that I would take the lady, and she didn’t have to.
“Go home,” I smiled, taking the remaining cart away from her. “Tell Rick I said hi,” I said, walking towards my car.
“Thank you, so much,” Sheryl said, running to her car.
“I am sorry to be an inconvenience,” the lady said. She stood by me as I put the groceries in my car.
“Not a problem, these things happen,” I shrugged. “I will follow you,” I said, looking over at the others.
The lady went over to her car. “Okay guys, don’t get in trouble out here,” I warned, I knew they wouldn’t, but I wanted to say it.
I got into my car, then followed her. We had driven for just over fifteen minutes before she pulled into a driveway. The neighborhood she lived was a bit on the upscale side of the city. Her house was much bigger than mine and probably cost triple the amount. She got out of the car, then walked to the front door. I got out of my car, opening the trunk.
“Anybody home?” I asked, picking up a few bags.
“No, my husband and kids are out camping,” she said, opening the door. “They won’t be back until Sunday,” she said, turning the lights on.
I dropped the grocery bags at the door, then went back to get more. Each time I dropped them off just inside of the door. She would pick them up, then take them inside. She had bought a lot more than I had originally thought.
“Well that is all of it,” I said, slightly out of breath. “Thank you for shopping with us,” I said, heading back to my car.
“Thank you very much,” she said, standing in the doorway. “Can I interest you in a drink?”
I turned back around. I was very thirsty. The night was hot and humid. Going back and forth had made me work up a sweat. Also, I hadn’t taken a break all day. I was going to stop at a local diner on the way home. The offer of a drink was very appealing.
“Actually yes, if you wouldn’t mind.”
She laughed, “Come on in,” she waved me inside. I locked up the car then followed her inside.
The house was very spacious inside. White walls, white tile throughout. She took the lead as we walked down a hallway that went to the kitchen. There were pictures of her family along the walls of the hallway.
Then I looked at her long hair. It was long coming all the way down her back, almost touching her belt. Her ass swung from side to side, with each step. I loved the sight of a nicely shaped ass, especially in tight-fitting jeans.
“Have a seat,” she said, pointing to the bar area, in front of the sink. I sat on one of the stools, looking at her as she walked to the fridge, she opened it, then looked inside. “I have a beer?” she offered.
“I still have to drive home,” I said, politely declining.
She bent slightly over. Her ass looked very nice from this side angle. I loved how it bubbled upwards from her back, forming a perfect place to hold if I was behind her.
“How about sweet tea?” she asked. I shook my head, to stop staring.
“That would be perfect,” I said.
I turned away slightly so that she didn’t catch me staring. She walked around the bar into the kitchen, taking down two glasses from above the sink, she poured some into my glass.
“Thank you,” I said. She smiled and nodded back at me.
We got to talking about things, mainly I talked about my job and the stock crew. She told me that her family had just moved here from another state. Her husband was a doctor, at the new hospital that had gone up just months ago. She was a stay at home mom. She had home-schooled both her kids, that were now at the age that they were nearly out of the house.
“Well I have to say, you don’t look like you have two children, especially if they are old enough to be out of the house,” I said, which was entirely accurate. I would guess she was in her mid to early thirties.
“Oh really?” she said flirtatiously. “How old do I look?” she asked. She looked at me with a sly look on her face.
“Not fair, trick question,” I replied. We both smiled. She nodded.
“It’s in the gene’s most of my family look younger than they are,” she said while sipping her glass, staring at me.
“Well then they are excellent gene’s,” I said.
“Don’t you mean jeans?” she asked, this time looking directly at my eyes. She had set me up. I was speechless. “I saw you looking earlier, at the store and in the hallway,” she said deviously.
I felt somewhat uncomfortable. She left me speechless. I stood up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, it is not…”
“Oh no, did I make you feel uncomfortable?” she said, putting her glass down.
She walked around the bar, stopping me from walking down the hallway. She looked up at me with her green eyes. Standing this close to her, I couldn’t help but notice how much shorter she was, compared to me. I was a good six feet three inches. She was no taller than five foot one or maybe two tops. I looked down at her.
“Really. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It just felt nice to be looked at in that way. It has been a while since anyone has looked at me like that,” she said
I found that hard to believe she was drop-dead gorgeous.
“You have to be kidding?” I asked, looking at the beautiful woman standing in front of me
She shook her head slowly, her black hair going from side to side.
“You’re incredible,” I said, the words coming out my mouth before I thought about them.
I caught myself. I was flirting with a married woman, in her house, not only her house but her husband’s house as well. She even had kids that lived here.
“I should go,” I said before I said or did something that could get me in trouble.
I began to walk down the hallway. She caught up to me from behind. I felt her grab my hand.
“Do you want to go?” she asked.
I knew what I should say, but I didn’t. I was caught looking into those light green eyes, which were piercing through me. I looked down at her, looking past her face and at her cleavage. I could get lost in both of them, her eyes and her chest. She stood on her tip-toes then kissed me on the lips.
“I don’t want you to go,” she said, as our lips parted.
I grabbed her by the waist, pushing her against the wall of the hallway. I bent down so I could kiss her, we kissed deeply. I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands. Squeezing it tightly, nearly lifting her off the ground by her ass. Her hand snaked its way between us, grabbing onto my crotch, squeezing on it through my work pants.
“I knew it,” she cooed. She bent down at the knees, balancing herself on the tip of her toes. “Let’s see what we got in here,” she said, looking up at me with a naughty look on her face.
She unzipped my pants, pushing her hand inside, she pulled out my hard dick.
“I knew you would have a big one,” she said, as she grabbed the shaft.
She licked a small circle around the head of my dick.
“I haven’t had a black dick, since High School,” she said as she opened her mouth, she leaned forward sliding it inside.
I leaned back against the wall of the hallway, my head nearly knocking down one of the pictures. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was inside another man’s house, with his wife sucking on my dick.
I looked down to see her head going back and forth on me, each time taking more of my dick inside her mouth. The sound of her sucking me filled the hallway. I started to move my hips with her motions. I slid some of her black hair out of the way so that I could see her face. She grinned up at me, running her tongue along the underside of my dick while sliding her hand back and forth along it.
“That feels so good,” I said admiring her dick sucking talents.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet,” she smiled. “How would you like to fuck my mouth?” she asked, with a slightly harder accent.
Was she kidding? Who wouldn’t want to fuck her mouth, those lovely lips, were meant to be wrapped around a dick? No straight male would turn down that offer.
“I take that smile as a yes?” she said, standing up.
She grabbed my dick, holding onto it as she took me down the hallway. We entered her living room which was rather large. There was a large couch, large television. Everything looked expensive, compared to the things in my house.
“I have been dying to use this couch,” she said as she approached it.
She sat down in it then spun quickly around putting her feet up on the back of it. She shifted slightly, so her head hung off the front of the couch, her long black hair fell to the floor. I looked at her laying there with her head upside down. Her huge tits tightly tucked under that top but slightly apart creating the ultimate tit fucking opportunity.
“Well?” she asked, opening her mouth widely.
I wasted no time kneeling before her face, pushing my dick into her awaiting mouth. She moaned as it entered her mouth, pushing past her lips, sliding across her tongue and down her throat.
“Damn,” I said, watching her mouth filled with my dick.
I looked at her throat as it expanded with my dick pushing its way down. She took my cock all the way down to the base. With little to no gagging.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, as I inched it back out.
I pushed it back in, then I began to fuck her mouth slowly at first, then increasing the speed gradually. Her hands went to her chest squeezing and massaging her huge tits, through the white material of her top. They were very real, which was a surprise to me. I could see them give in to her touch. Her nipples hardened as she squeezed and pinched them. Which made me even harder, she felt my dick throb in her mouth.
“Do that again,” she said, slightly out of breath.
She held my dick, just a little distance away from her mouth, before pulling it back in. I started to fuck her mouth hard, using the front of the couch for support. The sound of my dick entering her throat could be heard echoing around the living room. She made no move to stop me from fucking her face as hard as I wanted.
“Need a breath,” she said, twisting her face to the side, she looked up at me, her face was covered with saliva.
I took this opportunity to squeeze her boobs. They felt soft but very firm. I squeezed and pinched the nipples, through her top.
“These are some nice fucking tits,” I said, squeezing them softly. I loved the feel of big tits.
“This is a big fucking black cock,” she said, grabbing it again.
She pushed it into her mouth, then rocked her head back and forth along with it. I looked at her taking it all into her mouth, her lips sliding along it. No woman I had ever been with had liked sucking dick as much as she did.
I still had my hands on her boobs, I slid them under her top, cupping her breasts inside the bra, I easily found her hard nipples. I squeezed and teased them. I felt her moan on my dick. She started to thrust her mouth harder onto my cock the more I squeezed and pinched her nipples.
“Sensitive, aren’t they?” I asked which I got the answer as soon as I pinched and twisted both of them at the same time.
She let my dick fall free of her mouth and let out a loud moan.
“I am going to fuck these huge tits,” I said.
I lifted slightly onto my knees. Pulling the top down off her body, throwing it across the room, I looked at the sheer red bra that had the overwhelming job of keeping these enormous boobs in place.
“You like?” she asked, lifting her head slightly. Her head was directly below my dick.
“Of course, but I have to take it off,” I said, reaching for it.
“How about you take off these pants, I will take off the bra,” she suggested.
We both stripped in a hurry, she took off the bra and shifted her legs out of the jeans. She laid back down. Her huge tits fell naturally to the sides.
“Now, where was I?” I asked with a playful smile. She pushed her huge tits together, creating the perfect channel to put my dick through. “Oh yeah,” I said, bending at the knees. I slid my dick between her tits. She pushed them tightly together. “Fuck,” I said, feeling her breasts tightly gripping my dick between them. I began to fuck them fast.
“Come on fuck my huge tits,” she shouted from between my legs.
I didn’t hold back. I had fucked many tits, but never from this angle. None of them had been this big. She squeezed them tighter. Reverse tit fucking was going to the top of my favorites after tonight. The sight of the head of my dick was barely coming out from between these tits. Pushed me to the edge, the muscles in my legs were working overtime, holding my body in this bent position.
“I’m cumming,” I said, no longer able to hold it back anymore. I pulled my dick out from her cleavage, shooting her tits with my cum. “Fuck that was great,” I said, falling onto the couch.
“For both of us,” she said, sitting upright.
She slid her hand, between her legs, pulling her red thong to the side as she smiled at me. I saw her fingers slide up her wet pussy, then one of them slid inside. She moaned lightly, biting her bottom lip. She looked directly at me. I took the hint, I got off the couch, kneeling on the floor.
She widened her legs as I knelt between them. I lowered my head holding it inches away from her love hole. I licked her slowly from the bottom of her wet spot to the top. She moaned softly, grabbing the back of my head with both of her hands, pushing it down into her. Her legs went up and onto my shoulders.
I slid two fingers into her, then began to lick her deeply. With each touch, she moaned and shifted her body. I began to move my fingers deeper into her while licking her clit. I took my hands away, reaching around her body and under, grabbing her firm ass. She pushed my head harder into her. I licked and sucked on her, pushing my tongue deeper into her wet snatch.
“Yes,” she shouted. “Right there,” she said as I flicked my tongue against her clit.
Her nails dug into the side of my scalp. Her legs tightened around my neck. She was beginning to cum. I began to flick my tongue faster, circling it around inside her.
“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she yelled louder.
She began to say other things, but they were in Spanish. I didn’t speak the language, with her legs so tight against my ears, I could barely hear anything. So even if I did know it, I only could hear a little of it. When I began to lick her faster, her nails dug harder into my head, I felt her body arch and tighten.
She held me there tight against her as her body shuddered over and over. Her legs began to loosen. I felt the grip on my head loosen up.
“Sorry,” she said, with a slight smile. “My husband…” she began to say.
I stopped her by diving back between her legs.
“Oh my god,” she screamed as I slid three fingers into her dripping pussy.
I finger fucked her hard while staring up at her. Both of our eyes locked onto each others. I watched my fingers disappear into her. Her cunt lips stretched back and forth as I took my fingers in and out of her. I watched her eyes. They told it all. Her husband never did anything like this for her. She whispered something. I barely heard it.
“Say it in Spanish,” I said.
She leaned back on the couch, squeezing and sucking on her boobs. While I slid, my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could. She spoke in Spanish looking at me with lust in her eyes.
“What did you say?” I asked, taking my fingers out of her, then sucking on them.
“I said. Fuck me with you big fucking black dick,” she said, looking at me.
She spread her legs wide, inviting me to fuck her tight pussy. I climbed onto the couch, pushing her onto her back, I slid between her legs, positioning my dick at the entrance. She was wet and ready for me. Slowly I pushed forward. She held me around the neck, pulling my face close to hers as inch by inch she took me inside her. She let out a slow breath, feeling me fill her tight hole with my dick.
“Give it to me, give me all of it,” she said, looking straight into my eyes.
I pushed myself all the way in, looking down at our bodies. I could see my dark skin, next to her light caramel-colored skin.
“Fuck me,” she said, nodding her head. “Fuck me hard.”
I grabbed both her legs, putting them over my shoulders, then began to fuck down into her. She moaned louder, biting her lip. I felt my balls slapping against her with every thrust, stretching her. I loved a woman that could take a good deep fucking. She moaned louder when I pushed my feet against the other side of the couch giving myself extra leverage to fuck her harder. I was deep fucking her now, pushing her legs further back.
“You like this don’t you,” I said, looking down at her.
She nodded up at me as her knee’s pressed against her chest.
“Fuck I love fucking a good tight pussy,” I said.
I could feel myself bottoming out inside her. She was taking all of me, and still wanted more. I stopped, then sat upright, on the couch. She knew what I wanted she stood up, then sat down on my lap with her back to me. I widened my legs, letting her sit between them. She took my dick in her hand, then slowly lowered herself down onto it. She put a hand on each of my thighs, then began to bounce up and down on me. I reached around her body, squeezing and rubbing her boobs.
She leaned slightly forward increasing her pace. My dick was creamy white from how wet she was. I stopped playing with her chest, putting both hands on her hips, pulling her down onto my dick. I loved to look at, a nice ass bouncing on my dick.
“You like the view?” she said, looking over her shoulder.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, fucking up into her as she rode me.
I grabbed her hips tightly then stood up. She bent over as she reached for a small glass table that was a few feet away from the couch. She put her hands on it as I fucked her from behind.
“Yes, please fuck me hard,” she said, burying her head, pushing her ass back against me. “Oh fuck,” she screamed. when I gripped her hips tightly then started to pound harder into her.
She began speaking Spanish again, this time, she said it much faster. I don’t know what she said, but it turned me on.
“What did you say?” I asked, taking my dick out of her. She looked behind with a surprised look.
“Put it back in please,” she begged.
“Not until you tell me what you said.”
I teased her by rubbing my dick up and down the entrance of her pussy. She looked at me with a look that told me she wanted to be fucked right now.
“Tell me,” I said, pushing just the head into her.
“I said, I want you so badly,” she said.
I knew there was more. I heard a word that I knew from listening to other people.
“And…” I said, pushing my dick deep into her then taking it out.
“I will never fuck my husband again,” she said, this time with a wicked smile.
I pushed my dick back into her. She let out a moan, as I began fucking her hard again. She pushed back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. She slowed, then put her hand back against me, stopping me.
She leaned back against me, grabbing my dick in her hand, she took it then moved it slightly up, to the entrance of her ass. I pushed forward. She let it go then gripped the glass table harder. I held my dick hard against her ass. Slowly the head pushed forward against her ring, entering her ass. She let out a deep breath.
“First time?” I asked.
She nodded her head. It would be a first for me too. No women ever wanted to take my dick inside of their ass. Not that I have asked that many. I looked down, just the head of my dick was inside her, the rest of it waited to enter her.
“Me too,” I said, she looked back with a bigger smile.
She slowly began to push back against me. I stayed still, watching her take my dick into her tight hole. She was just a little less than halfway up my dick when she stopped. I gripped her hips then began to push forward, she let out a loud moan, pushing her head back down.
I grabbed her hair while fucking, while slowly, taking my dick all the way out, then slowly inched it back in. I repeated this over and over. She was taking more of me each time.
“Oh damn, I can feel your big dick inside me,” she said, she began bouncing back on me. “Fuck my ass, fuck it hard.”
“That I can do,” I said.
I began to fuck her hard. She was pushing back on me, with each thrust. Then we both felt it; my balls slapped against her. She had taken all of my dick in her ass. I let her hair go, looking down at my dick buried deep inside her.
“That’s how you take a dick,” I said, slapping her ass hard.
She began to move back and forth. Looking back over her shoulder, pushing her ass backwards and rolling her hips, in circles.
“Harder,” she said.
I slapped it harder leaving a bright red mark on her skin. She rocked back and forth faster.
“Harder,” she ordered through gritted teeth.
I slapped one side of her ass then the other. She buried her head again, arching her back pushing her ass into the air. I fucked her more intensely watching her take me deep inside her. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m cumming,” I said. Taking slower thrusts into her.
“Cum in my ass,” she said, looking back at me.
I grabbed her hips pulling her back on me, pushing deep into her. I came hard, filling her ass with my cum.
“Fuck that was good,” I said, falling back on the couch. She sat down next to me.
“Well, I am glad I drove my son’s car tonight,” she smiled.
“And you got to use the couch,” I smiled.
She smiled back at me. We both sat there for a while catching our breath. Then we both got dressed, she walked me to the door.
“Thank you for shopping with us,” I said slyly, as I walked to my car.
“Thank you for your help,” she replied with a wink. “Maybe next time, I will just place the order, and you can deliver.”
“That I can do,” I said, entering my car.
I drove out of the driveway. I looked down at the cupholder. “Shit,” I said. I had left my phone in the car. Looking down at the screen, I saw that I had missed three calls. I called the last number back.
“Don’t tell me you’re just getting out?” Damien asked.
Looking at the dashboard for the time, it was minutes after three in the morning.
“Yeah bro, the stock crew took their sweet time. Sorry, I missed your call, I left my phone in the office,” I lied.
Damien was a good guy, but just like the last time, I wanted to keep this to myself.
“Damn Josh. You should think about Howard’s job offer. Has to be better than this shit,” Damien said.
Howard had offered me an excellent job with his website. I had been thinking of taking him up on it, but then I thought about what just happened.
“Nah, I will be okay. Plus, it has its perks,” I replied.
“Alright man, well it’s too late for that poker game. Everyone has left already, so maybe next week?” Damien said, sounding disappointed.
“Yeah, I will try to push them harder. Sorry again,” I said.
We both hung up. I felt sorry for lying to a good friend like Damien, but I had a good thing going. There was no way I was going to ruin it, with a slip of the tongue. I began to drive a little faster when a smile came across my face. Tonight, was the second time I had fucked a married woman, without knowing their name. First, it was the blonde at the stadium, just over three months ago. Now tonight with the Latin raven head. I was on some lucky streak.
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