Chapter 35
Ding~.
We returned to the convenience store in a state of incomplete combustion. My cock was rock-hard, and the slave Manager was leaving clear trails of pussy juice on the floor with every crawl. That's why.
"Hooop!"
The moment we opened the convenience store door and stepped inside, we lunged at each other without a word. Huff huff. Our breaths mingled as our lips crashed together. We kissed with wet smacks, tongues swirling in a deep, sloppy makeout. Pushing and pulling, spinning around, but always heading in one direction—straight to the counter. I flung open the gate and slipped behind it.
Thud.
I dropped into the chair.
"Hoooot!"
The slave Manager straddled me. Shluck. My cock was instantly enveloped in warmth. Hot flesh walls poured down around it. She'd grabbed my dick and slammed it straight into her pussy.
Plap plap plap plap!
She went wild. Her hands gripped my head, pulling me into a fierce kiss that sucked the air from my lungs. Her ass slammed down with full weight and force, thighs quivering. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my cock—tightening mid-stroke, top and bottom alternating, milking and shaking me. Each slap sent pussy juice splattering. Warm fluids trickled down my shaft. Scorching pussy meat buried me deep. The devouring heat. The blistering fuck!
My cock screamed at me: We have to push through those hot flesh walls!
The glans, barely holding back against the intense squeezing, raised a question: Why bother thrusting so deep into her pussy?
My cock declared—convinced me, really: Because that's where the pussy is.
"Hoooht! Hooooooht!"
Plap plap plap plap!
I thrust up hard. Drove my cock deep into her searing depths. Pounded like a maniac, stabbing her womb walls over and over. Quqk quqk quqk quqk.
"Hoooop…! Hooooooop…!"
The slave Manager, lost in her frenzied pounding, suddenly got deep-kissed by me. Her pussy couldn't even clench properly anymore; her thighs just trembled as she took it. Right then—
Ding~.
The convenience store door opened.
"Convenience stores stay open super late these days."
"Yeah. And they close randomly too. Wonder if something's up… Huh?!"
"What's wrong? Why's the counter all of a sudden… Oh shit!"
The two female customers who walked in froze at the sight of us mid-fuck.
Plap plap plap plap!
The rhythmic sounds echoed in the silence. They locked eyes with me while I was deep-kissing and thrusting upward. Their faces twisted in flustered panic.
"Uh, are you open right now? You've been closing a lot lately…."
"I-if you're busy with something urgent, we'll come back later…!"
From their eyes and demeanor, they were the nice, polite kind of customers. They figured they'd interrupted our fuck and felt bad about it.
But that's exactly why I couldn't just shoo away such sweet customers with a 'Shh, we're fucking ♡.' I keep work and play separate. Sex is sex. Service is service.
Smack.
I pulled away from the kiss and answered.
"Of course. Bring your stuff up, and I'll ring you out anytime."
"Y-yes…."
"O-okay…!"
The two hurried off to browse the shelves. I lost interest in them immediately. What caught my eye was my slave, still impaled on my cock, grinding her hips back and forth to rub her G-spot, her body melting in pleasure.
Smack! Smack!
"Hoooot!"
A slap to her ass, and it started bouncing up and down again. Plap plap plap plap! I thrust upward too. Her pussy, even sloppier and stickier than before, gripped me tight. Squeezing the shaft, filling the ridge under my glans, sucking and shaking my cock relentlessly.
"Hoht! Hoht! Hoht! Hoht!"
"Sh-she's lost her mind…."
"Totally crazy. Let's pay quick and get outta here."
Meanwhile, the customers grabbed some snacks and approached the counter. I shifted to ring them up, but—
"I'll get it~."
The slave Manager, who'd been moaning nonstop, spun around while saying that. Splish splish splish splish. Her pace slowed a bit, but she kept grinding her pussy, clenching rhythmically. Without pulling off my cock, she slammed down while turning to scan the items.
Beep. Bee…p. Beeeep. Bee…p.
"Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!"
Maybe because I kept thrusting, the scanning dragged on. No good—this would annoy the customers. Time for a position change too. I shoved my cock in deep.
"Hooot!"
Grabbed her hips and slowly stood. Switched to doggy. The plump flesh wall at my tip pushed back. Her womb meat, signaling no further entry, rubbed against it, making the slave Manager twitch.
"One-thousand… hooot! Five hundred won…! Total… hoooht! Five thousand three hundred wooon!"
"H-here!"
"All set wooon!"
She nailed the transaction anyway. Way smoother than when I was pounding her.
"L-let's go!"
"Yeah! Outta here quick…!"
As the customers bolted, I felt a swell of pride at averting a potential complaint. We reset our position and resumed fucking. Plap plap plap plap. Her ass—huge like her tits—jiggled against my pubes. Her pussy, slick like waterlogged muscle, hugged my cock warmly. When I pulled out, the pussy lips clung and stretched. Especially around the glans—it gripped extra tight, dragging back long and sticky.
"Hoooook!"
When I slammed back in, it clung to the tip all the way, then sank down, burrowing snugly under the ridge. Plap plap plap plap! Right in the thick of pounding that warm, squeezing pussy that wouldn't let go—
Ding~.
More customers: a guy and a girl. Couple? Friends? Maybe situationship. They seemed close but with a hint of distance.
The instant they entered, the slave Manager—head shaking from my thrusts—glanced back at me and winked mischievously. Curious, I eased my pace. Then she whipped her head toward them.
"W-welcome! Hooht! Come on in wooon!"
She bellowed like the store was empty. They turned to look. Her pussy clamped down hard—kkwaaak—crushing my cock. I grabbed her hips and hammered harder. Plap plap plap plap! I could see her tits swinging from behind, so I reached around to grope them, thrusting even fiercer! Plap plap plap plap!
"Wh-what the?!"
"Wh-what's…?!"
They jumped, faces flushing crimson, and spun away. Desperate to escape us, they dashed to the shelves—but the Manager yelled after them.
"That one's! Massage gel! Hoooht! Lots of lube stuff wooon!"
"D-different shelves! Let's check others!"
"Left side's condoms! Cooondoms wooon! Big ones first! Hoht! Small ones! Hoht! Studded! Hoooht! All kinds wooon!"
"S-sideways! Half this shelf is this crap!"
"That's! Special permit meds! Premature ejaculation delay spray! Or gel! Hooooook!"
"…I-I don't need that stuff? Never got why anyone would."
"Fine, other side! Other side…!"
"Other side's for oversexed folks! Libido reducers wooon!"
"…I-I've got that! Take these instead of vitamins. Bean sprout soup every morning."
"Wh-why?"
"To cut my stamina even a bit! It's overflowing!"
"…Oh god!"
"Haha!"
They blushed at each other. Moments later, they snatched some products and hurried over.
"Ch-checkout! Dooone wooon!"
Tap tap plap plap. I kept it slow while she finished ringing them up.
"Let's hit a motel. Been wanting to keep going with you."
"Me too."
"Bought that for you too!"
"…Yeah. Right."
The guy clutched the rapid-ejaculation gel for premature treatment, looking utterly doomed—but his choices, his problem. I turned back to fucking the Manager.
"Get up there."
"Yesss~."
One command, and she climbed onto the counter. I spread her legs wide, her pussy lips parting with a smack, and shoved my cock in. After a few hard thrusts, her resistant, clenching pussy now quivered warmly, welcoming me. I drove deeper, grinding against her womb.
"Hoooht!"
Her pussy flesh spasmed. Like a startled animal, it quivered and tightened chewy around me—
Ding~.
A lone woman entered. Our eyes met the second she stepped in. Without a word, we both—
"Welcome!"
"Welcooome wooon!"
—greeted her in unison. My deep thrust made the Manager's voice hitch a bit from under me, but it worked.
"Uh, hi, hell—huh?!"
She greeted back, face turning beet red. She bolted behind the shelves. I resumed pounding. Plap plap plap plap. Mid-thrust, I felt a blatant stare. I looked up—a woman peeking at us. Her hand was down her skirt. Couldn't see it, but her arm and elbow moved rhythmically.
"Hnnng…."
Masturbating, for sure. My cock surged harder. I mounted the slave Manager fully. Climbed onto the counter for mating press!
Plap plap plap plap!
"Hoht! Hoht! Hoht! Hoht!"
"Hngt! Hngt! Hngt! Hngt!"
Her pussy clung stickily. Crumpled around my glans. Mashed it mushy. Gripped the shaft tight—kkwoook—and rubbed wildly under the ridge. Suckling with wet pops as it writhed.
"Hoht! So good! Too good wooon!"
"…Hnn, sex. Fucking right here…."
The woman watched openly now, hand working furiously. Her skirt bulged and jerked. And to her, like she was the audience—
"Hnn hooht! Hn heeeet!"
—the slave Manager stuck out her lolling tongue, eyes rolling back. She threw up V-signs with both hands as I pounded her. Her pussy squeezed tighter. Quivering, pressing, grinding!
"You perverted bitch!"
Smack smack!
I slapped her massive tits spilling out of the diamond bondage straps. They reddened from the bottom up, handprints rising.
"Hnnn…! Hnnn…!"
But a grin leaked from her lips. She stretched her V toward the woman, waving it tauntingly. Daring to look away from her pounding master! I crushed her in a deep kiss. Sucked her tongue like rope, twisting it. Groped her reddened tits hard. Kept slamming my cock. Plap plap plap plap!
"Hnn wup! Hnnn wuuup!"
Her pussy clenched with every moan. Writhing, clinging. Whispering for cum. Time to fill me up. Tempted, my cock twitched, debating a load—
Tap tap tap!
"Um, sorry to interrupt!"
A shadow fell over my head. Slurp slurp slurp. Mid-kiss, I looked up. The woman stood there, panting desperately, face flushed.
"C-can… can I… masturbate here?!"