Chapter 36
"I… um…! C-can I masturbate right here!!"
I didn't bother answering with words. Just a nod. I gave her a single nod and dove right back into the deep kiss with my slave manager.
But that nod. The female customer's reaction, having seen it crystal clear with her own eyes, was dramatic.
"Thank you!"
She shouted it out and right there on the spot—whoosh—hiked up her skirt. Down came her white panties too. Her clean, pale pussy came into view. She spread it wide with a flick and shoved it right in my slave manager's face, rubbing away. Scrub scrub scrub.
"Hngh, huuuh, hnnnght!"
"Ohht! Ohhhht!"
The moment I saw it, her pussy clenched down hard on my cock. Heat surged through my dick like fire, and she gushed so much it got all sloppy. Plap plap plap plap! Wet sounds echoed. So much juice it was bubbling. Waves of her flesh crashed hot over my cock. Plap plap plap plap!
In the thrusting gap, movement up front. Thud thud. Items dropping onto the counter. The customer's stuff. Looked like stationery at a glance.
"I'll pay later! Sorry!"
The customer yelled it as she tore open one package. What spilled out was…
"Huuuh. Huuuuh!"
Double clips. Those wide ones for bundling paper documents!
One hand rubbing her clit for masturbation, the other yanking her top up over her chest. Bra shoved aside. Not as massive as my slave manager's, but a nice handful of tits popped out. She grabbed one double clip, squeezed the jaws open, and—
"Hnnnght!"
—clamped it right onto one nipple. Then the other side too. Squeeze. You could see the nipple bulging out past the clip, swelling up. Getting all puffy and protruding. Dangerously inflated.
But she didn't stop. Three clips in the pack. She grabbed the last one and—
"Hnnnght!"
—clamped it hard onto her fully engorged clit. Then back to rubbing her clit—no, flicking the clip gripping it—as she kept masturbating!
"Hngh! Hngh! Hnnnght!"
Her attitude moved me. My cock went rock-hard. Apparently not just me—her pussy squeezed and kneaded tight. Got all sticky. Plap plap plap plap!
As I pounded away, the nipples and clit caught in the clips swelled bigger and bigger. They were right there in view. Nipples and pussy trembling, straining to pop the clips off.
"Hnnngh! Hnnnnghhh!"
Blissfully unaware, she focused only on our sex—my cock plunging in and out of my slave manager's pussy—shaking those clips for all she was worth.
Yin and yang united. Our embracing cock and pussy moved as one, reaching out hands. Mine to her nipple. My slave manager's to her clit.
And simultaneously—snap! Snap!
"Haaaah! Haaaaah!"
I flicked her nipple hard. My slave manager flicked her clit hard. The clips went ping! flying off.
"Haaaah!"
Eyes bulging, her whole body shuddering violently, the customer collapsed downward, trembling all over.
Watching her, I slowed to a gentle squelch squelch fuck.
"Ohht… Ohhhht…"
Squelch squelch. Our thrusting, sucking, gripping cock and pussy weren't as wild as before. Just like I savored my slave manager's lips and tongue all soft and melty, I took it slow, teasing the taste.
Simple reason. The customer who'd slumped under the counter? I was sure she'd get back up. One stationery item still left on the counter.
Thud. Sure enough. A hand rose from below, groping around the counter as she stood. She snatched the unopened one—a thick multicolored multi-pen, bulkier than the others.
Rip. Tearing the package as she rose, she turned her hips leisurely, eyed us mid-fuck, and—
"Hnghk… Hnggghk…!"
—panting raggedly, pulled out the pen and without a second's hesitation, shoved it straight into her pussy. Then shook it wildly.
"Hnnngh! Hnnnnghhh!"
Thrust thrust thrust—the thick ballpoint ravaging her pussy. Matching her, I ramped up my speed. Plap plap plap plap!
"Ohht! Ohht! Ohht! Ohht!"
Cock and pussy embraced fiercely again. The wildly waving pen in front inspired me. Thrust, stir, thrust again. Plap plap plap plap!
I slammed my cock in deep; her pussy coiled around it. Twisting it around, her pussy flesh tangled up. Pressing deeper, a moan burst from my slave manager.
"Ohhhht!"
Her pussy's reaction was even more extreme. It clung to my cock like glue, refusing to let go. Struggling to pull out—splap!—my cock plunged back in on its own. That hot, chewy demonic pussy. I dragged it out hard. Felt like lifting her ass instead—the force and stimulation on my cock was insane. Her pussy flesh stretched along my shaft, down to the head—sloooorp—reluctantly releasing, then splat!
"Ohhhhht!"
Shivering and pulling me in, I slammed my cock even harder into my slave manager! Plap plap plap plap!
"Ohhhht! Ohhhhht!"
"You slave bitch! Love getting fucked in front of people?"
"Ohhhht! Yes! I love getting fucked in front of people!"
Plap plap plap plap!
"How much? Tell me how!"
"Ohhhht! So proud! Getting fucked by Master! Makes me so proud!"
Plap plap plap plap!
"Grraah! Spread that pussy! Gonna cum inside!"
"Ohhhht! Cum in me! Fill this slave pussy with your cum! Impregnate me!"
Intense ejaculation urge hit as her pussy clamped down hard. Plap plap plap plap plap! I cranked to max speed. Her scorching pussy slamming into me. My cock melting in the heat!
But conversely, a chill ran through my cock. Down my nape, spine, ass crack, to my balls. Shiver. The energy surging from my balls cooled all the heat, blasting out the built-up cum in one go, refreshing—
"Grrraah! Grraaah!"
"Ohht! Ohhhhht!"
I shoved my cock in deep and creampied her. My dick twitched. No, throbbed. Powerfully shooting cum deep inside.
"Ohh. Ohhhh…"
My slave manager, taking my cum streams in her pussy, slowly loosened her hugging arms and slumped. Her tight pussy relaxed, opening space. Like trying to sip even one more drop.
Meanwhile.
"Huuuuaaaah!"
The customer masturbating with the pen in her pussy squirted and toppled backward. Thud. Sound of hitting the floor. I looked up—there she was, slumped far off, legs trembling.
"Huuuh, huuuuh."
Our eyes met; her melted face stared at me and my slave manager quietly.
"Hnght!"
She jolted up like sprung, face beet red, and staggered over. Hesitant even close by, barely managing.
"Um, ch-checkout, please…"
Voice tiny, breaths ragged, she requested payment. She slid forward the clips from her nipples and clit, and the pen from her pussy. The empty transparent packaging they'd come in. Already used up, contents gone. Beep beep.
"3,200 won."
"H-here."
"Payment complete."
"Th-thanks…"
She bowed her head and left. Staggering. Hand pressed to her nipple and right on her skirt crotch.
Watching her go, suddenly—
The sky outside was already bright blue. Time check: night shift over.
"Filled you up good."
"My cock~?"
"The time."
Sliiiide. Pulling out, cum gushed from inside. She reached to her pussy, scooped some dripping cum on her fingers. Brought it straight to her mouth and slurped it up.
Then she rose, sucked my cock clean, and we wrapped up sex. Whew. Sat in the chair a bit to rest, then cleaned up.
"…How was it?"
During break, suddenly. Maybe the newbie nerves? First time for this play for me too, so I asked without thinking.
And her answer to my question was.
"It was amazing. In the convenience store, and out on the street too!"
"Good to hear."
I felt proud inside. The slave outfit that must've been uncomfortable, crawling the streets in it, to the store sex. Her effort hadn't gone to waste.
I was mentally high-fiving myself when—
"But something was a little lacking~."
"Lacking? What?"
"The store was great~ But the street felt kinda…"
She grinned. My slave manager—no, shift over, back to perverted manager bitch—answered.
"Not sure if it's 'cause I was alone, but it felt a bit lonely."
"Lonely?"
"Yeah! One more person would've been perfect~."
And somehow, that issue.
"…I see."
Felt like it could be solved quick.
Finished the night convenience store shift. Grinning at my banking app—money piling up nicely now—headed home, showered and washed up first.
Out of the shower, dragged my spent body straight to bed for rest… before that.
"Oh yeah. Gotta send those pics."
Adult shop. Deep in that shady, dimly lit mystery corner store, the photo I'd taken.
◈ Drink to fall asleep, but in the dream, the number above the head increases by one. In the dream, actions to reduce the number are taken.
The photo of that dubious item from the sketchy shop.
[Landlady]
—Sent.
Sent it to the Landlady. Why? Looked like she might need it.
"Hngh. Sleepy. Nap first, think later."
Too tired to wait for a reply, crashed for sleep.
Woke up to messages.
Could've been a normal invite. But reading the follow-up, that super memorable last line.
Anyone but me would've known it wasn't normal.
Her message made me chuckle and grin.