Confessions of a Retail Slut By beacon78
It all started one early spring day last year, the retail furniture store that I had worked at for the last four years was being sold. Suddenly overnight I had become not just the assistant manager but the manager, but instead of have 12 co-workers, I was now all alone in the store. That is I would be in the next week, for now only my secretary was still in the store with me, but the next week she would join all my ex-co- workers at the main office in the next town. This was to be the start of my adventures as a "Retail Slut"
The second day of that first week, my secretary had just left for a meeting when this gorgeous young dude walks into my store. He was about 5'11" slim and clean- shaven, with a "Caesar/Clooney" haircut dyed blond. He was dressed in black bike shorts and a skimpy yellow muscle shirt. So fucking hot! I walked up to him, and started to get hard as I smelled his cologne, a musky, dusky smell that just screamed "Fuck Me!" I gave him the tour of the store getting closer to his hot body all the time until our hips were touching. Since he was not objecting to our hips touching, I decided to get bolder as we moved on to the next display.
As we moved into the home office furniture, he stood next to a desk, and as I answered his questions my hand lightly slid from the desktop to his right asscheek. Still getting no protest, my right hand was now groping his hot buns, soon to be joined by my left. A purring noise murmured from his throat, as I started to move my hand around to caress first his hip then more interesting things.
Since we were now near the back of the store, I grabbed his waistband and led him the rest of the way to the back and into the kitchen. I knew that I would be able to hear the front door buzzer, and still have a minute or so before anyone could get to us.
I pushed my aromatic stud muffin up again the counter lowering his shorts as I sank to my knees. (My favorite position!) His 8" of cut dick reached up and saluted me, waving in the air, calling my name. Without a moment's hesitation, I scarfed that cock down. Heaven! That dick tasted so dam good, that I took it all the way to his shaved balls, my nose buried in the root. The smell of his crotch was incredible, almost a taste more than a smell. My head started spinning like I had just taken a big hit of poppers, but even better. He reached down and caressed my face, and stroked my beard before moving his hands together at the back of my head. I soon found myself being face-fucked harder than I had ever been before, and loving it!
My only prayer was that no one would come in till we finished. All to soon my blond god started grunting and started shooting his hot cream down my throat. He did ease up enough after the first few shots though, for me to pull off a bit and actually taste his load. I could have eaten a bucket of it, it was so fucking delicious!
Just as I was going to start for seconds however, the door buzzer rang and I hurried to the front of the store to head off whoever it was. It was my secretary returning early! Luckily I detained her near the front, and I saw my stud walk out the front door. Damitt! I never did get his number as I had planed.
This however was just the start of my adventures, as I soon discovered that my new bosses almost never checked up on me. And the outside sales staff would book appointments to see our showroom, so I never would be surprised. In fact the only reason my store was still open was because of three things. 1) We had 2 ½ years on our lease, 2) new employers needed access to one of the brands I carried and 3) to get rid of the competition. I had in fact received a small raise, so who gave a shit!
Since I had installed an Internet connection that they could not, and did want to monitor, I began to explore the Internet in-between customers. As we had never been a high traffic store, I had lots of free time -- the main office now handled all my paperwork - I could now spend hours on-line with out being interrupted. I discovered the chat rooms of gay.com, and started spending hours chatting. I ever found a local (southern CT) chat room and began to proposition guys on-line. Several come to mind.
UNCUT Uncut was his screen name, we talked for several days before he told me a fact that made me willing to do anything to have him. For a long time I have loved going to adult bookstores and have anyways found it a huge turn-on if I can get a crack at one of the clerks. As uncut and I talked we discussed bookstores, including one that had just opened in East Haven, as well as one that was just about ready to close in West Haven. How certain stores were more sex-friendly than others, how the East Haven store was good and how rotten and nasty West had gotten (New Owners!). As we talked he revealed that he had worked at West, but with an odd twist.
It turns out that he was not actually employed by the bookstore, but his twin brother was! That instantly cleared up a mystery for me, why some weeks the humpy clerk was nice to me, and others was a bitch. Once I knew who he was I had to have him. I begged and finally got him to come and visit me. I stood in the front window and watched for his car. Once he got in the store, I locked the door behind him and led him into the back of the store.
He was as hunky as I remembered him, 5'9", slim, with shaggy reddish blond hair and a wispy beard and moustache. He was dressed in jeans and a white shirt that was unbuttoned a few buttons showing his smooth freckled chest. A wonderfully freckled chest that I was soon licking my way across! God, he tasted fantastic, spicy and smoky, and my tongue was tingling. I sat him in a chair and his chest and chewy nipples occupied my mouth for while, as my fingers traveled south towards his well packed crotch. Finally the call of dick grew too great, and my lips followed my fingers. My hands struggled to unbuckle his pants, but finally they were bunched around his ankles where they belonged and I was licking my way up the left- hand leg of his boxers.
I nipped at his lightly hairy balls as I sought my prize. BINGO! A nice fat 8"er was soon staring at me. Wasting no time I quickly claimed my prize and slowly inched that tasty cock into my hungry mouth. I slurped up one side and down the other, licking and sucking his fat prick. The smell drifting up from his pubes was making my own rock-hard 7" drip wave after wave of pre-cum from my throbbing mushroom head. Down my shaft, past my retracted foreskin down to coat my low hanging shaved balls. By the grunting he was making I knew that this could not last much longer, so I sped up my bobbing, and was soon rewarded with even more of his delicious pre-cum, quickly followed by the real thing.
Just as he was finishing feeding me his tasty sperm, the phone rang, Damitt my boss! He was on his way over and wanted to know how I wanted my coffee. Surpressing an urge to tell him that I had already had my cream, I told him black. He told me that he would see me in 10 minutes. Of course this meant my friend could not stay to give my ass the fucking that we both wanted, but such is life. Giving me a hug , he left, minutes ahead of my boss, as I quickly cleaned myself up.
These adventures went on for another six months, until I found myself a better paying job. This is a true story, the names have been omitted to protect the innocent.
I may continue this series, if I get enough feedback. I am writing this series at the request of certain friends who feel the story is too hot not to be told, especially the man who became a weekly visitor, and never left without fucking my ass with his 9" black cock.
For those fans who are waiting for part 9 of my other series "Boy Meats Lawyer" please be patient. At the moment I have no idea what will happen to the gang once they get off the airplane , nor who the inter-racial couple is who will be their hosts. Suggestions guys?
And as always THANK YOU to all my fans who have sent me such nice letters and hot pics.
Love especially to Drum and JJ Beacon78@hotmail.com