Ask her to suck you off

You try to think of a way out of this, but you’re cornered. Literally. Still unsure, you pull your pajamas down. Your dong nudges her in the crotch as it springs free. Neither the cashier nor the impatient customer seems surprised. The young woman does look nervous though. You wonder if she regrets her offer.

“You’ve never been with a man?” She nods demurely. “How about… how about giving me a blowjob, then?” You wait for her to start yelling. To slap you. To do something logical. But she just nods, and drops to her knees with a resigned sigh.

“What’s your name?” You ask quickly. If you’re really going to do this, you want to at least know the name of this girl who’s going to be fellating you.

“Ailani,” she says, staring at your prick. Ailani hesitantly takes it in hand, frowning, before finally putting the tip into her mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. It’s somewhat pleasant but definitely proves that she wasn’t lying about never having had sex with men. Eager to get this awkward situation over with, you take out your phone in a failed attempt to appear nonchalant, the action jogging your memory. You quickly flick through your phone and find the email you received last night.

Apparently, “The Management” (whoever they are) have implanted psychic mind waves or something to make everyone believe that you having sex with lesbian women is completely normal and natural. That would explain the cashier going down on you and the impatient man waiting for her to finish.

“Could you try… licking a bit more? And maybe go... deeper?” you suggest hesitantly, worried about pushing your luck.

“Like this?” Ailani takes a few tentative licks of your tip. At your coaxing nod, she starts to take more of your rod into her mouth, mixing in licks along the shaft. You groan when you feel some teeth scraping along your length, which she unfortunately takes as encouragement, because she starts to go faster.

“Stop! Fuck! Ow! No teeth, please! Use your lips more!” Eventually, through your instructions, you have Ailani performing a passable hummer.

Bringing up the email, you scan through it. Mind altering brain waves? Total immunity to STDs? Auras? It all seems too impossible to believe. But all you have to do is feel the lips on your cock and look at the situation to see that it’s all too real. You think of all the times that you struck out with a girl. All the women you wanted to get to know better that wouldn’t even acknowledge you. And, if you were being honest with yourself, all the sex that you missed out on. It’s like the world is finally paying you back for all the loneliness and rejection.

Close to climax, you drop your phone and grab Ailani’s pigtails. Her eyes widen as you grab her head and start thrusting into her mouth. Ailani’s attempt to adjust to the new rhythm is only marginally successful. You try to keep it gentle, but it's been too long since you’ve ejaculated into a woman. One final pump brings you over the edge. As the tip of your prick comes into contact with the back of Ailani’s throat, you unload inside her. Throat straining from the intrusion, she tries to push you away and take a breath, but you’re already spraying baby batter down her throat. You can feel your balls tense up as you squeeze out wad after wad of cum. Ailani’s throat constricting as she gags on your rod. Eventually, you regain enough presence of mind to let her go before she suffocates. She falls to the floor, coughing and gagging, your last few spurts spattering her face, hair and clothes.

Ailani groans hoarsely between coughs. Her throat works as she gags, looking on the verge of vomiting. “Yuck…”

“Are you alright?” You crouch down and help her to a sitting position. One last enormous, hacking cough rockets a blob of jizz onto the floor by your foot.

“I’m sorry for being so rough.” You help her slowly to her feet. “I was just excited. It’s been a while since the last time I-”

“It’s okay,” Ailani winces as she massages her throat, but she smiles at you. “No explanation needed. If you want to face fuck me, or whatever else you want to do, you can do it. No questions asked. Thank you for your concern, though.”

“Are you sure? I can…”

“Really, I’ll be fine. Actually, wait a second.” Walking unsteadily after that violent treatment, Ailani disappears into the backroom, prompting more impatient muttering from the still-waiting other customer. When she returns she hands you a plastic bag with your chips and phone inside, and a phone number written on the front. “Here’s your purchase, sir. The number is just in case you want to do anything else to me. Maybe next time you’ll stick it in my pussy? Or maybe my ass? I’ve heard that guys enjoy that.” The way she says it, as though she were suggesting that you buy a Pepsi instead of a Coke, or choosing between taking two equal paths to the same destination, nearly makes you want to take her up on the suggestion right there, but you hold back. You need to get back to your apartment.

You awkwardly thank her and take your leave. The last thing you see as the automatic door slides shut is Ailani, still mottled with spots of cum, back at the register. “Next customer please,” she croaks.