Coitus Interuptus

"Excuse me..." a male voice said, from right next to Ted's ear. He froze solid, halfway into Melissa's cunt, his orgasm suddenly gone, and turned to look over his shoulder. An older man, perhaps in his 40s, was looking over his shoulder, uncomfortable close. "Miss, do you work here?" he asked, not caring she was lying mostly naked with half a teenage dick inside her.

"Yes, can I help you?" Melissa replied, uncaring of her compromised state.

"Can you tell me where I can find clam chowder?" the guy asked. Ted was shocked this guy was talking to Melissa, seemingly only acknowledging Ted in as much as he needed to look over Ted's shoulder to address Melissa. He couldn't believe how hot this made things. Melissa gasped cutely as Ted thrust again, then began to pound her hard and fast, loud smacks echoing through the store.

"Isle threeEEEE, with Ah soups," she answered, breathing hard and biting back her reactions. She pointed unsteadily over Ted's shoulder.

"Thanks," the guy replied, never acknowledging Ted thrusting into Melissa as she spoke to him in between soft moans. "I thought it would be with the other canned seafood," he added, gesturing past the fucking pair at the shelf behind them.

"YeAh, we mmmm get thaaat a lot," Melissa replied, putting on her customer service smile, though having trouble holding it as Ted kept fucking her. The guy headed off to hunt for has chowder as Ted fucked Melissa like his life depended on it. Ted buried himself fully in her and came, hard, as Melissa let out a few soft moans under him. It felt far better than anything he had ever done to himself watching porn.

He pulled his softening cock out of her, and Melissa grabbed a rag from the trolley, which was fortunately clean, and wiped him off, then cleaned the cum leaking out of her gash. She daintily hopped off the cart, pulling up her panties and pants. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked as she fastened her bra. Ted stood there open mouthed with his pants still down.