All characters 18 and consenting adults.

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Scanning the shelves with bored eyes I chucked a few more things into my red plastic basket.

They never stocked anything good here. All the chips were stale and all the candy was woefully out of date. Peering out of the aisle I looked over and saw her; Georgia.

The only thing worth a damn in this godforsaken store, heck maybe even the only good part of this backwater town.

Even under the horrid fluorescent lights she gleamed with a beautiful radiance the likes I had never seen. She stood leaned up against the register, swiping on her phone, bored out of her mind, blowing a bubble with her chewing gum, the loud pop almost making me jump out of my skin.

She sported long dark hair, pale white skin and deep crimson eyeshadow; she was as if my preteen goth wet dreams stepped out from my mind and mocked me.

She was so strikingly beautiful her work uniform untucked and covered in creases. Her big gothic boots riding all the way up to her knees, her black leather pants ever so tight. She made me horny beyond words.

Walking up to the counter now, nursing a semi, she continued to swipe through her phone, her earphones hanging loosely from her ears, her metal music a cacophony of sound. She didn’t even realise I was at the counter as I unloaded my groceries. The way she ignored me was so…hot.

I liked to think I wasn’t the worst looking senior at school but I wasn’t a jock and I wasn’t a goth; I was a nobody, how I longed to make her notice me.

Finally acknowledging me, with a roll of her eyes she pushed off the register, smacking keys rhythmically with her black painted nails, the machine screaming to life.

Without a word she held out her hand for me to present the items; I passed them across to her. One by one she scanned my cart as the item names flashed across the screen.

She was in a bored transe, the chewing of her bubblegum ever so hypnotic. Her soft luscious lips pushed together, the black lipstick not even smudged as she scanned the remaining items. As she scanned and bagged the items her breasts slightly in her top, the buttons undone showing off her amazing cleavage every time she leaned down to type in a key code.

Staring at gothic goddess I was fixated, almost unable to tear my gaze away. Her mere visage melted by brain and hardening my cock with every passing second.

I was lost in my brain so much so that I had almost forgotten what I put in the cart and what I had forgotten to put back.

The scanner beeped loudly, an error noise, startling the erotic emo from her standing slumber.

“Oh that’s fine you don’t have to scan those.” I said trying to tear the item out of her well manicured hands.

Snapping the box back to her chest, the item nestled now between her well endowed breasts. I gawked at them as she flipped the item around

“Can I get a price check on…an extra large box of condoms?”

She looked up from the curved mic, her tongue delicately touching the tip. Near drooling I repeated my initial request;

“You know you really don’t have to do that, I can put them back.”

Slyly smiling at me, looking from the box of condoms to me, her eyes practically undressing me she stroked the microphone, my cock aching at the sight before asking again;

“Can someone please get me a price check on an extra large box of extra wide condoms.”

She shook the packet in her hand, in a jerk off motion, listening for the rattle of the packets within. I was sure she was teasing me.

Now fully erect I moved the red plastic basket in front of my sweatpants, her smile widening coyly as I did.

“Heyyy” she said dryly, like an air headed valley girl, the accent the antithesis of her aesthetic. “Do you mind watching the front? Im going to price check this item.” She said, walking away with sexual strides.

She hadn’t even stayed to hear my answer before she walked off, her hips swaying from side to side as her tight black pants gripped her tiny, round ass.

I was too horny to be in public, that much was for certain. I needed to cum, she had got me dripping through my underwear, a light wet patch working its way through my sweatpants.

As the minutes dragged on I looked around the store. No one had entered and no one had left. It was the middle of the day, surely someone would be here. Stepping away from the counter I looked down the aisles.

No customers, no coworkers, nobody.

Looking at my silver wrist watch I gawked at the time that had already gone by. How long did it take to price check a box of condoms!

Emphatically I slammed my plastic basket down on the nearest counter. Tucking my boner into my waistband, I walked down the stores wide main causeway, toward the staff only section.

Throwing caution to the wind I pushed past the heavy rubber doors to see in the distance, silhouetted in darkness Georgia was sat upon a box of inventory, her legs spread.

I couldn’t make out the details outside of the placement of her legs and that her pants were around her ankles.

Like music to my ears I heard loud, unabashed moans coming from her direction. Steeping further into the staff only area the light grew brighter, the visage now in full view.

Sitting atop a box, her legs spread apart was Georgia. She had her left hand deep inside herself, three long sensual fingers curled in, finger-fucking herself vigorously. With her other hand she rubbed her throbbing clit in small counterclockwise circles.

Entranced I stepped closer again now seeing her eyes were closed and her head flung back. Deep in a sexual trance she rubbed faster and faster her legs beginning to shake.

Unable to resist I lowered my hand into my pants, grabbing my cock. Slowly shifting my pants down I made enough room to jack myself off, my dick already covered in liberal amounts of precum. My strokes felt immaculate the tingle of orgasm already deep in my balls and shaft, rising rapidly.

Suddenly, as if sensing my pervert presence she snapped her head up and her legs closed. Fondling my junk into my underwear and launching my pants back up at breakneck speed she yelled;

“Oh my god what are you doing you little pervert?”

Stunned. I went to back out of the room as she pulled her black g string and black pants up over her delicious Cunt and dump truck ass. Unable to break my gaze on her utterly enthralling body I tripped over a rogue vegetable box, falling to the hard cement floor.

With a hard puff of air I groaned as she began to walk over to me;

“You’re not supposed to be back here!” She said helping me to my feet in an uncharacteristically sweet moment.

“And you’re not supposed to leave customers in charge of the store for over twenty minutes.” I said unsure why.

“Tell someone who cares.” Georgia spat back, taking a piece of gum from the packet she had in her pocket.

“I bet your boss would care.” I replied in a snappy tone.

With an open mouth, the chewed up gum laying flat across her tongue she raised her eyebrows in surprise; “oh yeah?”

“Yeah and I bet he’d be interested to know what you’re doing back here.” I prodded.

“What wound he do if he found out?” She asked, playing seductively with the piece of gum.

“Probably fire you.” I said honestly.

Smiling wickedly, she walked across the concrete loading dock area toward me, her hips swinging like a metronome. Standing before me now I felt the hot air leave her mouth and swoosh across my face, the smell of peppermint almost overpowering.

“I don’t want to get fired.” She said softly, her entire tone changing “is there anyway I could make you forget what you saw? Keep you quiet.” She said her gothic hands now caressing my body working their way from my lean shoulders down my flat chest and stomach to my nether regions.

Her fingers ran rings around my cock and balls, her movements deliberate to not touch me. Feeling my dick drip precum I responded almost unconsciously;

“Oh I think you could think of something.”

Running her hands up toward my waistband now she slid two sensual fingers underneath, pulling the fabric down to reveal my eagerly awaiting member. Practically ready to burst she knelt down between my legs, my entire body shaking with excitement.

“Something like this?” She said, placing the softest, lightest kiss on the tip of my dripping penis.

Feeling woozy in the knees, I nodded, signalling for her to continue. Taking my dickhead into her mouth she kept her mouth open and slathered her tongue all across me, cleaning every inch of my sensitive knob. With a guttural groan I replied;

“Yeah something like that.”

With a cute giggle she slowly began to blow me, bobbing her head, as my cock slid in an out of her warm, saliva filled mouth. Her lipstick began to scuff off onto my shaft with each passing stroke.

Slurping and sucking she inched me ever deeper, until I was fully in her throat, her lips pushed against my lower body. Feeling her kiss at the base of my shaft before sliding back up, she flung my cock from her mouth and placed her two dainty little hands around my large long cock. Working me with both she used one to pay attention to my shaft as the other fondled and caressed my head.

I could feel every nerve, every inner synaptic pulse coming to life as she stroked me, a natural and professional of her craft.

Giggling as I grew firmer into her hands she rose from the ground, releasing my cock from her sexual hands. Bucking my hips, my dick twitched up and down, desperate for her touch.

Watching eagerly she lowered her pants and lent up against a nearby stack of boxes, gesturing for me to get behind her.

Jumping at the opportunity I got up behind her feeling the radiating heat of her cunt as I slapped her tight booty cheeks with my cock. Pulling her black g string to the side I found her already dripping pussy and slid in.

Crying out in unison our moans complimentary; hers high pitched and mine deep and bellowing, I grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting into her. With vigorous momentum I fucked her, the angle near perfect as she arched her back, Lounging across the boxes as I slammed into her, my balls smacking up against the underside of her tight, specifically body.

“Oh that’s it. Fuck me fuck me. Make me your little dollar store whore. Uh uh” she moaned.

Her moans melted my brain, I felt like I couldn’t continue but she urged me on, with every stroke she moaned louder and longer, whimpering sweat nothings as I penetrated her deeply, my cock hitting all the right spots.

“Uh uh uh. Fuck yeah. Oh please…” she said gasping for air, her hands gripping the box tightly as I grabbed her hips for stability, practically slamming myself into her, the slapping of our bodies echoing through the staff only area.

“Oh cum. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy. I want it. I need it. Fill me up….please please please.” She whimpered begging, her voice shrill with pleasure.

Unable to hold out any longer and wanting nothing more than to please her I slapped her ass hard and stroked her hard. My final few thrusts beyond passionate and euphoric. Gripping her hips I pushed myself deep, unloading my sticky seed with a loud moan.

As the ropes shot from my cock I felt my shaft and balls come alight with fiery pleasure, my dickhead tingling with pleasure unimaginable. Gripping her tightly I felt my leg muscles tense, almost cramping as my body convulsed.

I felt as though her pussy had fundamentally changed me, it felt like she factory reset my brain. With a few last partial pumps I pulled my fat, veiny cock from her stretched out pussy.

Overflowing her pussy leaked out a cascading torrent of her juices and mine, our fluids dripping out onto the floor as her hand rubbed her clit from between her legs, her Cunt muscles contracting and legs slightly shaking.

Tucking myself into my pants I looked around to see if anyone heard. To my surprise no one had entered the back area. Sighing a breath of relief I watched as Georgia slid her now cum covered panties back on, my seed still sticking to them. She smiled at me as my cum rubbed up against her as she slid them on, her pants following soon after.

Adjusting her hair with her hands she pulled out her phone to study her now running makeup. Prodding her eyeliner with a causal index finger she smirked as she studied her visage. It was clear to anyone who had half a brain that she had just fucked; her entire body dishevelled, a smile adorning her gothic face that only an orgasm could provide.

Walking up to the rubber doorway now, she peered through the flaps to see elderly people walking into the store, the door buzzer faintly squeaking as they entered on strollers, canes and walkers.

Rolling her eyes at the prospect of more work, she ran her hands into her hair, tying it up into a messy high pony, many strands still falling over her blemish free face.

As she pushed out the flaps opened she turned to me, noticing me truly for the first time she asked sweetly;

“Hey, I get off at 2pm. After that would you want to?”