Chapter 29
After wrapping up our brazen outdoor fuckfest in the park, we returned to the convenience store. The Convenience Store Manager waddled over unsteadily, unlocked the counter, and plopped down heavily into her chair. I felt a twinge of guilt, but I played it cool, grabbed another chair, and sat right beside her. She closed the counter table and pulled out the cameras.
SexPro cams loaded with footage of our passionate park romp. Tap tap. Without a word, she also took out her phone and fiddled with the cameras and device together. She was so focused that I took the chance to upload the paizuri video from my phone to the chat room. I even tweaked the title with care: [I-Cup Slave Manager Paizuri].
"Hmmm."
I smirked in satisfaction as the video went up.
[Video 2]
[Video 3]
[Video 4]
A cascade of videos popped up. The only one who could upload besides me was the Manager, so I glanced over.
"All uploaded~."
"These?"
"Yep~. There's a sync upload feature~."
She giggled, pointing at the SexPro cameras. I stroked her head in approval, then pinched her nipple hard. After setting the phone down flat for easy viewing, we dove into the videos.
But then.
"Master~."
She called me in that coquettish voice. Wondering what was up, I looked over to see her pointing at the convenience store's glass door.
"How about we watch while serving customers~?"
"Customers?"
My eyes widened at the suggestion. My heart pounded. I could already picture it: A customer walks in, and right in front of them, we play our sex videos, fondle each other. Showing off our bodies as they grab items and come to check out….
I shot to my feet and unlocked the store door. It was dawn, so customers were rare—but not nonexistent. Actually, that was perfect. We'd get to savor every single reaction.
Back in my seat, her hand shot straight into my pants like she'd been waiting. I reached out too. First her tits, then her pussy. With one hand locked on each other's cock and cunt, we hit play.
A massive rack filled the screen, stamped with I-Cup, delivering a steamy paizuri. On her phone, a different clip: her riding me reverse cowgirl, hips slamming down.
Slap slap. Squish squish.
"Hoo. Hoo."
"Haa. Haa."
As we jerked my cock and fingered her pussy, the door chime rang. Ding-a-ling~.
I flinched instinctively, my dick twitching. Her pussy clamped down hard. We both stared tensely at the entrance. A weary-looking woman shuffled in.
Relief? Or disappointment? She didn't even glance at us masturbating and headed straight for the shelves. Triangle kimbap. Cup ramen. She hovered around the easy eats.
We caught our breath—
-Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
-Ohng! Ohng! Ohng! Ohng!
The videos blared in sync. One side: sloppy, drool-drenched cock-sucking sounds. The other: moans from pounding pussy.
Whistle. The woman whipped around, eyes wide with shock. We jolted. I shoved my fingers deeper into her cunt. Squish. She writhed. Squeeze. She gripped my cock tight in panic. Grip. We bit our lips and ducked our heads.
But we recovered fast, faces straight as if sex noises were standard convenience store ambiance. Like, first time hearing this in a late-night store where all shit happens?
We kept fondling shamelessly.
-Slurp! Slurp!
-Ohng! Ohng!
The phone moans rang loud. My face heated up a bit, probably flushing, but we stared her down like what's the problem? Her cheeks turned beet red instead, and she jerked her head away.
Moments later, she approached with her picks. The sex sounds still blared, our mutual masturbation uninterrupted.
"Ch-checkout, please."
"Sure thing~."
Triangle kimbap. Cup ramen. And fish cakes. Her eyes sparkled at the sight. She rang them up.
Beep beep. All scanned, last the fish cake. Handing it over, checkout seemed done—
"Hehe, fish cakes. I love these~."
"Huh? Oh, uh… yeah…."
She chatted her up outta nowhere.
"I'm totally hooked on these lately~."
She glanced my way, then ducked down.
Schlurp schlurp.
"Mmmph! This fish cake is… so big… so thick… sluuuurp slurp!"
She dove straight onto my cock.
"Licking it… sucking it… both feel amazing…!"
Tongue lashing every inch. Cheeks hollowing as she slurped greedily. Then pop! she pulled off, beaming happily at the customer.
"Bet it tastes delicious~."
Obviously, the woman's face went crimson.
"Wh-what the hell!"
My cock throbbed harder. Couldn't hold back—I stood, turning to the Manager. She grabbed it showily, tongue out, slapping it on top. Smack smack smack! Then shluuuurp. Deepthroat city.
Glurk! Glurk! Throat bulging, face purple. Glurk! Glluuuuurk! Drool streaming. Gagging echoes.
"You freaks are insane!"
The woman screamed, snatched her stuff, and bolted. The door flew open and slammed, chiming wildly.
"Phaa!"
As she fled, the Manager pulled back. My cock slid out with a wet shlorp.
"Haa, haa…."
Hot breaths escaped. My dick felt ready to burst, but I clenched my teeth and sat. Not yet. Plenty of night shift left.
Hoo, hoooo. Deep breaths. Back to groping her tits and pussy. Slick slick. She wiped the drool off my cock and resumed jerking. Slap slap slap… Squish squish squish…
Ding-a-ling. How much time passed? Mid-mutual masturbation, recovering our breath, the door opened again. This time, a guy strolled in. Right on cue, the phones blared.
-Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
-Hooook! Hooook! Hooook! Hooook!
He startled, staring at us. But we were pros now—cool as ice, brazen. Yeah, we're watching porn. Not just watching. I'm kneading huge tits and fingering pussy. She's stroking my cock. Full-on public foreplay.
He flinched, then steeled himself, heading deeper into the aisles. He returned with a 3-pack of ultra-thin condoms.
Something sparked in my head. Like her fish cake stunt, my turn. I rang it up.
Beep. Scanned. Totaled. Handing it over.
"Condoms are a must in this world, right."
"Huh? Uh… y-yeah…."
He blinked in confusion. Ignored it. Not what I wanted to say.
"I use 'em too. Love the ultra-thins. The studded ones for extra stim. But my fave…."
I pulled her up. Tits fully out, I slammed her pussy. Squish squish.
"Is this kind."
"…Huh?"
"Feels every bit of the warmth, the texture. Cum stays locked inside, no leaks."
Squish squish. She struck her barabari coat pose—hands behind head, legs spread wide, pussy on display. Then pried it open with her fingers, showing pink insides.
"Cr-crazy bastards…."
The guy grabbed the condoms and fled. Thud. Thump.
We slumped back.
"…."
"…."
No words, but breaths ragged. Hands fiercer. I pounded her pussy with fingers. She gripped and stroked my cock. Waiting for the finale customer.
Ding-a-ling~. Dawn nearing. Shift almost over. Sky lightening. Another door chime—a woman. Straight to drinks, grabs lactose-free milk, plops it down.
Like clockwork!
-Schlurp! Schlurp! Schlurp! Schlurp!
-Ohngk! Ohngk! Ohngk! Ohngk!
"Eek?"
She jolted, staring. Manager stood casually, scanning the barcode.
"Love milk too."
"Huh? Uh, y-yeah…."
"Lactose-free? Lactose intolerant?"
"Y-yeah. Others upset my stomach…."
"Same here. I go for something similar…."
She eyed me. I rose naturally. Cock raging hard.
"Kyaa! Wh-what are you doing?!"
Slap slap slap slap! She grabbed and shook it.
"This here's fresh, packed with protein~."
Glans up and down. Perfect strokes. Slap slap slap. Her soft grip milking it. My pent-up cock couldn't take it.
"Ngh!"
"Mmph-!"
I erupted. She engulfed it instantly. Spurt spurt. Cock throbbed in her mouth. Pop! Slurp! Sluuurp! Sluuuurp! Sucking hard, huffing, cheeks ballooning.
She lifted her head, cheeks puffed, mouth agape. Slurred through the load.
"Cum milk… bet it's tasty~?"
Gulp. Swallowed it all, beaming.
"Goes down easy like lactose-free~."
"Wh-what the fuck!"
The woman shrieked, clutched her milk, and ran. Ding-a-ling~.
Night shift over.
"Haa. Haaa…."
"Hooo…."
Slurp slurp slurp. I stroked her head as she sucked the last drops. Shift done.
After chatting with the Manager, we agreed to rest together tonight. Back home, showered, replaying our videos—
"Oh yeah, got those pics and vids of the Landlady too."
The ones from before caught my eye.
"Gotta do what I gotta do."
Fired off to the Landlady: Blindfold on, legs spread, cum leaking from her pussy. Plus close-ups from cunt to tits to face, then her slurping my cock.
Shortly after sending, the 1 vanished—reply incoming.
I chuckled and typed back. Loaded with blackmail.
Expectations high. What would she say? Whatever it was, it'd be perfect—or so I thought. Her reply shattered it.
"…Ho ho?"