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Wow, this mall is just perfect. It’s almost a crime that I only chose to go here now. This is exactly what I needed. Just having some fun. I guess it is nice to just step out of the house every now and again. Looks like I owe a few people an apology.
I throw away my empty plate before stepping out of the food court. I just wish I brought more than five bucks for food. I guess it’s what I get for thinking that only window shopping would suffice. Last time I make that mistake.
I head to the exit, but out of the corner of my eye, I see something that immediately changes my mood. It’s the guy from earlier. Fuck. Ok, just like before. If I don’t acknowledge him, he’ll go away. Just don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.
“Excuse me,” I hear, “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m glad I could find you again. Please, this’ll just take a second. You won’t regret it. This fragrance right here is to die for. Just a quick whiff, please.”
I try avoiding eye contact, but he starts getting in my way, preventing me from walking past him.
“Ma’am, please,” he continues with his fucking annoying demeanor, still cutting me off at every turn, “Just do yourself this favor. You deserve it. This scent is the best we have in stock. It’s so good, ma’am. You’ll have every guy miles, neigh, lightyears away tripping over themselves to get tao you.”
“Thank you, but I’m still not interested,” I reply, giving him a smirk as I try maneuvering around him,
“Just one sniff will change your mind, ma’am. Not even a second of your time. Just give it a chance. This flavor was basically made for you. I can actually imagine you wearing it.”
Come on, man. I get that you have a quota to meet or you won’t get a promotion or face being unemployed, but isn’t this a bit much?
“I actually already have that flavor already,” I lie,
“Not a problem, ma’am,” he relents, “Perfect gift for your mom, sister, aunt, niece, brother, nephew, dad, I don’t judge. Can never go wrong with a good smell.”
“I’m an only child distant from my family.”
“Friends are also applicable.”
“Don’t have any.”
“Random act of kindness to a stranger.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“It’s on me.”
DUDE!!!
“I couldn’t possibly do that to you,” I say, still trying to contort myself out of his trap,
“I swear, ma’am,” he assures, “It’s not a problem at all.”
“No, really, I-”
“Ma’am, honestly, I don’t mind.”
He reaches for his pocket, but I stop him, saying,
“Wait, stop. Stop. Stop. Ok, listen...uh...Nicholas, cut the bs and just be completely honest with me. Which is it, is it your job or a raise that’s at stake?”
He sighs before removing his hand from his pocket, saying,
“Both.”
“And I’m the one person that’s supposed to put you over the quota, huh?”
“Not exactly. You’re the second to last. Listen, I’m sorry. Trust me, this is the last thing I thought I’d be doing. I always hated these types of people. But I kinda need the money for this job. So I kinda had to swallow my pride and sense of self worth.”
“What do you need the money for?”
He doesn’t answer. I immediately catch on. I know a desperate man when I see one. He’s either trying to make ends meet or he’s escaping something. Or someone.
“Oh...ok,” I say, “Alright, here’s what I’m gonna do, I actually don’t have money, but just give me about ten minutes and I’ll go home and get some money to buy the last two bottles.”
“That’s so great of you, but I’m seriously fine with paying for you,” he replies, “Plus, my shift ends in five minutes. Sooo.”
“Oh, really? Jeez, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t even. I’m perfectly fine with it. Plus, with the bonus, it’ll make it more than worth it, anyway.”
He reaches into his pocket again, pulling out his wallet along with $50 and giving it to me before saying,
“Ok, we’re in a blind spot right now, so I’m gonna need you to walk over here. And try to make this look as real as possible. Wouldn’t wanna raise suspicion.”
As soon as he says that, I’m immediately struck with an idea on how I can pay him back. I follow his direction, trying to look annoyed as to make this look as authentic as possible. After mouthing random things to give the insinuation that he’s trying to sell me the perfume, I groan in feigned annoyance before angrily presenting the $50. He takes it and I snatch the perfume. Once our transaction is done, I walk past him, whispering,
“Meet me in that closet in there after your shift’s over.”
I don’t even need to look back to know that he’s excited. The sounds of his rapid footsteps are getting that message across for me. I chuckle at the reaction I’ve garnered before stepping inside of the closet, making sure I’m in the clear in the process. Once I’m secure, I shut the door and wait.
It’s a bit deeper than I thought it would be. Looks like the perfect place to get a bit of...payback. After a few minutes of waiting, I hear the doorknob turn, so I prepare to finally repay my debt. The door opens and, just as expected, it’s Nicholas. He checks the area to see if he’s in the clear before shutting the door.
“Hey, you,” I say as he turns back to me, “Thanks again for covering the bill. You’re such a gentleman.”
“Well, who says chivalry is dead?” he replies,
“How right you are. But that doesn’t mean that a girl shouldn’t show gratitude when something nice is done for her.”
I giggle before kneeling down in front of him and placing my hand on his crotch, gently rubbing it.
“And if I can’t do it through money, then it would seem that I’d have to give you the next best thing, right?”
I unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding them down his legs. I then grab the hem of his waistband, grinning at him as I guide them down along with his pants. I slide them past his abdomen, freeing his big, juicy, tasty cock. Fuck, just looking at it is making me wet. It’s not even fully hard yet. Let’s fix that, shall we?
I grab onto his dick, barely able to fully wrap my hands around his shaft, slowly guiding my hand up and down the length of his shaft. He gasps in response to my touch. God, he sounds so sexy. I wanna hear more.
I slightly tighten my grip, granting my own wish as he starts gasping more from it.
“You like that?” I ask in a sultry tone,
“Y-yeah,” he groans, “K-keep going. Stroke it just like that.”
I do as instructed, stroking his wonderful cock as he continues his light moans. As I continue my movements, he starts getting bigger in my hand, making me slightly loosen my grip.
“Ooo,” I say, trying to hold him in my hand, “You’re getting so big for me. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep you in my hand much longer.”
I then notice some of his precum leaking from the tip of his dick. I lean forward, inching my mouth closer and closer to it, whispering,
“I think my poor little hands need some assistance. Don’t you?”
I then stick out my tongue, placing it on the tip of his cock, licking up the precum leaking from it and savoring the taste. He tilts his head up, groaning as I continue my licking. After moments of licking up the clear musky liquid, I wrap my lips around his head, gently sucking on it, bringing my other hand to his cock, stroking him faster.
“Fuck,” he moans, bringing his hand to the back of my head, pushing himeslf deeper in my mouth.
The feeling of his hand on the back of my head is doing things I never thought possible. He guides my head up and down his shaft, inching more of it into my mouth with each descent. As it inches further and further into my throat, my need for it grows that much more. I want it deeper. I wanna choke on it. I wanna swallow it. And I want him to make me do it. I pop him out of my mouth, saying in a needy tone,
“Come on, baby. Let me have it. Shove it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my throat. Use it like your personal little fuck toy. I can take it. Let me show you.”
He wastes no time, giving me exactly what I want, grabbing my head and sliding his dick back inside of my mouth. He manages to push half of it in my throat before bobbing my head up and down his length. He starts off at a steady pace, but gradually speeds up his pace. Eventually, he starts thrusting his hips, matching the pace of my head.
I’m in pure bliss right now. He’s stretching out my throat. It feels so fucking good. He tastes so fucking good. I love this so much.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans out, “That’s it. Take it. Take it in that little throat of yours. Suck on that cock. Fuck, your throat is so tight. You like that, don’t you? You like being my little slut? Yeah. You like being my dirty little whore, huh?”
Woah. Where did this come from? I never would’ve guessed he’d be the dominant type. I like it. His words are just making me feel even better. He manages to push my head down at the base of his cock, speeding up his thrusts and bobbing as a result. He entangles my hair in his fingers, pulling my hair as he violates my throat. How is it that he just keeps finding ways to make this better?
But after mere minutes of the satisfaction of his cock in my throat, he pulls me off of it, giving both of us a moment to catch our breath. Before I can voice my confusion on why he stopped, he looks me in the eye, saying,
“You didn’t think that that would be enough for either of us, did you? If you really wanna repay me, you’re gonna need to give me a bit more than just your mouth.”
He pulls me up by my hair, pinning me against a nearby shelf before lifting up my skirt, running his finger against my clothed pussy. I moan from his touch and his assertive actions. He’s so rough. He lifts my right leg, propping it on the shelf before pushing my panties to the side, exposing my soaking wet pussy to him.
“So wet for me,” he taunts, rubbing my now bare pussy, making me moan louder.
He brings his finger to my entrance, but I grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. I then wiggle my finger at him, saying,
“No. Not there. At least, not yet. But if you want, you can have the next best thing.”
I give him a peck on his nose before turning around and bringing a hand to my ass, spreading it to reveal my tight little asshole to him. He then answers my proposal by pushing me against the shelf, positioning his nice thick cock at the entrance of my anus. He grabs my hips and pushes himself inside, thanks to the lubrication of my saliva.
As soon as I feel him slide inside of me, I moan out in pleasure, gripping onto the shelf. He then starts thrusting in and out of my asshole, stretching it out with his wonderful shaft. I then feel his fingers hook the corner of my mouth, pulling me toward him as he speeds up his pace. He moans along with me, leaning down and bringing his free hand up my shirt, grabbing onto my chest.
“Oh, God, you’re just the perfect little fuck toy, aren’t you?” he whispers, “Such a tight little hole. You love how this cock is just stretching that little ass?”
“Y-yeah,” I moan, “I love it so much. Please don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Faster. Harder. Use me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
He accommodates my begging, speeding up his pace even more and thrusting even harder. He’s pushing even deeper inside of me. I never want this to end. He’s way better than anyone I’ve ever had.
I then hear the sound of a loud slap with the feeling of a light pain on my ass following behind. Did he-...did he just spank me? He then does it again, this time even harder. God, that’s so fucking good.
“Yeah,” I encourage, “Spank me just like that.”
He gives me another swat, making me moan louder.
“Harder,” I moan, “Please. Spank me harder.”
He does as asked, slapping my ass even harder. He then lifts my leg again, thrusting even faster, pushing even farther into me. I moan even louder, trying to restrain it, but failing. I try biting my lower lip to try and stifle my moans and it’s working to an extent. But that method breaks as he starts sucking on my neck. It’s like he’s trying to drive me wild.
“That’s right, moan for me, baby,” he groans between sucks, “Let me know how good it feels. I wanna hear it. Show me how good it feels having me stretch out your pretty little ass. Don’t fight it. Just accept it.”
It’s like everything he does and every word he says just makes me melt. I can’t help, but to do as he says, moaning like crazy. It’s like with each thrust, my cares for getting caught are tossed out the door.
“Say my name,” he demands, “Say my fucking name,
“N-Nicholas,” I moan,
“Scream it.”
“Nicholas!”
After minutes of pure bliss, I feel him twitching inside of me and his moans are getting louder along with mine. Is he gonna cum? Is he really gonna fill my ass with his warm, sticky, creamy cum?
He thrusts a few more times before answering my question, shoving his cock deep inside of my ass and letting out a loud moan before shooting his load deep inside of me. He squeezes my ass, unloading every drop of his essence. It feels much more satisfying than I thought. So warm. So sticky. So good.
After ensuring he’s spilled every last bit of his cum inside of me, he pulls out of me, taking a moment to stare at my perfect little ass as his cum starts leaking from it. As we catch our breath, I giggle as I spread my ass apart, giving him a better view of the work of art that he’s created.
“Mmm,” I moan, as his cum rolls down my legs, “So much of it, huh? I’m guessing you enjoyed your reward for being so nice.”
“You could say that,” he replies, reaching around me and rubbing my tummy,
“Well, you know, I’m not a mathematician or anything, but one little fuck doesn’t seem like it should equate to $48. If we wanna be fair about it, maybe we should do this again until you’re fully repaid.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I giggle before reaching down to his pants, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, giving him a little show in the process. After retrieving his phone, I open it because of course it’s unlocked and save my number in his phone. I then give it to him, saying,
“Can’t wait to repay my debt, big boy.”
I give him a wink before heading to the door. I bring my hand to the doorknob, saying,
“Oh, and just so you know the name of your new property, it’s Mylissa. Feel free to use that knowledge however you see fit during our next session.”