The Bookshop Owner Chapter 3
THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 3
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It's barely 08:45 when I hesitantly knock on the shop's front door. I peek through the glass to see what happening inside. The owner -- Dan, as he's introduced himself yesterday -- must have already seen me. I can see a smirk on his face, as he puts down the box he is carrying and starts walking towards me.
The glass rattles as he unlocks the door from the inside. He opens it, without moving from the doorway to let me in.
He looks at me with the same smirk. "Are you always this impatient?"
I don't know if I'm getting more or less used to his habit of not greeting me. "I thought--"
"Book's on the counter. Come in" and he turns around, leaving the door open for me. I enter, unsure whether to leave it open or closed, then deciding to leave it as is. A new delivery must have come in, a pile of boxes stands in the middle of the shop floor, surrounded by torn plastic wrap. By the time I reach the counter, Dan has disappeared in the back room. I find my book in its paper bag on the counter. It has a post-it note on it with my initials.
"No flashing me with any sex tapes today?", he says as he comes back. I instinctively look around to check that the shop is still empty, and he lets out a small laugh. Whether he's trying to unnerve me or tease me, I am not sure, but it's working.
"I have work soon, I thought I'd pop by early. Thanks for holding this. Do you need help?"
He looks at me, perhaps assessing if I actually want to help, or if I am just trying to be polite.
"Sure, grab a box and take it to the back."
There's only one left. I bend down and position my hands the best I can to lift it. It's heavier than I thought, and I'm clearly not as strong, but I steady myself and head to the back. I see he's piling up the boxes at the back of the room. I must look a little clumsy as I try my best to stack mine on top of the one he's just brought in.
"Is here okay?"
"Yep, that's fab, thanks."
I can feel his gaze on me as I tidy myself up and catch my breath. We are standing unusually close to each other.
"You looked well fit in that picture yesterday" he says. His eyes locked into mine, while I fight the urge to look down. And before I have time to come up with a response, he continues: "Fan of the Greek boys, or just big dicks?"
He inches closer, one of his arms now resting on top of the boxes at chest-height. He moves the other behind me, until it reaches my waist. I don't flinch, but tiny shockwaves start flowing through my body. I knew exactly why I came here this morning -- and it wasn't for the book -- but his assertiveness is leaving me too horny to keep up.
His hand moves down to my cheek, and he gives it a good squeeze. I decide I need to take initiative.
"Definitely just big dicks. Preferably in my ass."
Before I even finish the sentence, his hand slips down my trousers and under my pants. He gives my ass cheek another squeeze, this time without any fabric in the way. He comes closer to me.
"That's what I thought."
Our faces are so close I can feel his breath on me. I imagine his beard tickling my face as we kiss. However, he doesn't seem interested in that at all. In fact, I feel like if I leaned in for a kiss, he would scold me. He's still staring intensely into my eyes, when I feel his fingers slip in between my cheeks, in search of my hole. His index finger starts circling my pucker and pressing against it. My legs feel so week that I have to lean against the pile of boxes.
He slips his hand out and brings his finger up to my mouth, resting it on my lips. Without hesitation, I open up and start sucking on it, using my tongue to make it as wet as I can. He's pushing it deep, to the back of my throat, almost as if he's testing my limits. My eyes start to water slightly, but I manage to handle it with relative ease. His stare, and now his finger work, are making me rock hard.
Once he's satisfied, he takes his finger out and buries it deep in between my ass cheeks again. The wetness is making penetration easier now, and the circles are getting faster and more intense. His hand pushes me against the pile of boxes. I have to hold on to with both arms now, while he takes control of my ass. He pushes my trousers and underwear down, revealing my ass cheeks.
Instinctively, I push my ass out, making it easier for his fingers to start penetrating me. He inserts one finger at first, lingering inside. Then in-and-out motions begin, and I can feel my hole relax and give way to his desire and mine. I am completely lost in his eyes, so much so that I have completely forgotten to pay attention to what's happening in the shop.
"Oi boss!" a voice yells from the entrance, "These are the last ones. Just need your signature."
Panic takes over me, as I turn to look through the window and see a delivery man carrying a new pile of boxes with a trolley. My first impulse is to raise my trousers back up, but Dan immediately catches my arms on top of the boxes and pins them there with a strong grip.
"Don't. Move." he whispers, bringing his finger to his mouth telling me to keep quiet. "Just wait here."
He releases my arms, and, obediently, I don't move.
"Good boy" he whispers and leaves my line of sight. I dare to take another look through the window and that's when I remember it's a one-way mirror. The fact that he can't see me, reassures me. Perhaps against my better judgement, I decide to stay put, trousers down, ass out.
I see both of them briefly discuss the contents of a form on a clipboard. The conversation ends within a few seconds, and the delivery man turns around and leaves the shop with an empty trolley. Dan doesn't come back right away. It looks like he's organising more paperwork, then moves over to check the new boxes. Only then he returns to the back.
He stands still at the entrance of the room, a little surprised and very amused.
"I can't believe you stayed like that" he says with a chuckle, a veil of humiliation hanging over me. "What a horny sub" he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "Don't worry, he didn't suspect a thing. You're such an obedient boy."
He comes closer, this time he's behind me, pushing me against the pile of boxes with his whole body, not just his hand. His fingers go back to exploring my hole.
"After all the teasing you put me through, I'm really enjoying this tight pink hole of yours."
"Well, I hope I didn't tease you too long."
"Oh, just enough, buddy. Just enough..."
He slips his other hand under my shirts and starts playing with my nipple. His body still pressed against me. I can feel a powerful hard-on push against my ass cheek.
"So, still looking for inspiration for a new project?" he asks, seemingly ignoring the fact that he's quite literally fucking my hole with his fingers.
"Bit hard to talk about this with a finger up my ass."
"Hmm, I don't know... I find people tend to be more open about things in this position."
"Well..." -- I pause and take a deep breath as his fingers go deeper inside me -- "I guess so. I'm not sure what I want at the moment, to be honest."
"Oh, I think you know exactly what you want actually" and as he says that he presses down on my prostate. A jolt of pleasure follows, and he starts grinding against my back even more intensely. He's got a point. Maybe I need to follow this through. See where these unusual circumstances take me. I want to cum so bad, but at the same time I want to ride this wave of pleasure as long as possible.
It's at this point that he stops fingering me. He takes my trousers and pulls them up, then flips me over to face him, my back against the boxes.
"I think I'm starting to enjoy our time together, boy." He pushes one of his thick thighs in between mine. "I want to make sure you get a proper welcome. Why don't you pop by tomorrow for coffee, after closing? You can tell me a bit more about your poetry and I can tell you more about what I'll do to this hole of yours."
It doesn't really feel like a suggestion, but still, I reply: "Sounds like a plan."
"I've got to open the shop now... You're more than welcome to stay. Wouldn't mind having a snack ready back here when it gets quiet. Bet you wouldn't mind either."
I'm not used to these types of conversations happening in person. It almost makes me blush again.
"I should probably head back... I've got work soon." He steps back and I collect myself again.
"See you tomorrow then" he says, moving his attention to the newly arrived boxes. "And don't forget your book on the way out this time."
I step out, slightly dazed by the fact that I got fingered by a stranger in a bookshop, and a little disappointed that it ended so quickly. I grab my book, already longing for my next visit.
Once home, I sit down on the sofa and absent-mindedly take out the book from its paper bag and place it on the coffee table. I remove the post-it note with my name from the bag and notice some writing on the back.
"When do I get to see the full version?" it reads, followed by a phone number.
I can feel my erection rapidly coming back. I grab my phone and send the video that started this entire thing, of me riding a dildo in the shower, to the phone number on the note.
Within minutes, a reply: "Took you long enough."
I start touching myself through my underwear, casting my mind back to just half an hour ago when I had his fingers inside me. I feel the wet patches of precum from before. I rewatch the video I've just sent for good measure, imagining he's also watching it at the same time. A notification pops up. He sent a picture.
It's a copy of my book, on his desk in the back room. On top of it, a used condom full of cum. His cum. Suddenly the image of him having a wank over my video, after fingering my ass in the back of his shop, feels that much more real.
"That was a fun watch. Too bad you weren't around to clean up. Let's see if we can fix that tomorrow."
I feel the sudden urge to get off myself, but before I can even take my underwear off, another message comes in: "And don't you dare touch yourself. I want you horny and ready tomorrow."
-- END OF CHAPTER 3 --