You end up getting a lot.

“How much are they?”

“Sure. Let's see. The 40's first, the Glock is $499 and the xdm is $599. The .45's the Taurus is $389 and the 1911 is lightly used but in nearly new shape, it is $499. The big revolvers, the .44 is $489 and the judge is $439 oh ya and that one I can get with pink grips also for $479.” He finishes with a laugh.

Punching him in the arm after the pink grip comment you can't help but grin. Shooting all of the guns has been really fun. It does a really good job of taking your mind off of your situation, for a little while at least. “Well I suppose you have been so good to me I guess I will have to buy two guns. One little one and one big one.”

“I had a feeling. Let me guess the pink revolvers right?” Pointing at the little shiny silver .38 with the pearl looking pink grips. You want to slap him, but as you look at it something inside decides it really is pretty cute.

“Enough with pushing the pink guns.” You say laughing and smiling. Thinking over your last fight you aren't even sure it mattered how powerful the gun was as it was taken out by hitting the tiny spot inside of it, so for your little gun you decide the more bullets the better, “I think for the little gun I want to get the little Walther pk380. I like the idea of the 10 round clip and it fit my hand pretty good. As for something bigger for home defense I think I should get something more powerful. I think the best feeling one was the 1911 but I liked the Taurus .45 also and it holds more bullets and is cheaper so I think I'll take it.”

“Sounds good, I just need your id, foid card, and do some paperwork and you can pick them up in three days.”

“Oh ya shit I forgot.” You say trying to play off the fact that all you have is your license. “Umm I can't believe I am going to ask this. I feel like a criminal. I kinda need the guns and some bullets today. Is there any way I could convince you to sell me them now? You could say they were stolen.” You say smiling, hoping somehow he will let you walk out of there with a gun.

“Are you serious. You know I can't do that. I would lose my license and my business. I think you should just go. I am closed anyway.” He says, obviously pissed off, and pushes you toward the door.

“Wait you don't understand.” You say, a convenient tear welling up. “Someone is after me trying to kill me. I need a gun now. I won't be alive in three days.”

“Ya right. Call the cops. Go.” He pushes you again at the door, but not as forcefully or angry.

You drop to your knees and clasp your hands, “Please I swear. I can't call the cops, I don't know who to trust.”

This seems to strike a cord. He stops pushing and looks down at you. “Get up. Fine buy three and I'll write em off as stolen. Fuck I can't believe I just said that.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I swear you won't get in trouble, nobody will ever know where they went. I promise.”

“Just pick out a third damned gun and get the hell out of here.” You quietly point at the little pink handled .38 and he smiles. “God I hate women.” He pulls it out of the case then asks, “Well grab whatever else you need, might as well.” You quickly pick out two little flat holsters that you have straps to tie to the inside of your leg or tuck into a pocket or wherever for the .380, and the .38. A hard briefcase that is padded and big enough for all three. Two extra clips for each of the two semi auto's and two speed loaders for the revolver. A folding knife with a four inch blade that opens with the flick of a finger, and two boxes of fifty bullets for each gun. As he is selling everything illegally he doesn't bother with figuring tax and just rounds it all off to a total of $1300, leaving you with just under a thousand left.

You pull out thirteen one hundred dollar bills and hand them to him. Once he has stuffed them in his pocket you lean in to him and give him a little kiss and say, “Thank you so much.” Then just standing there pressed against him you stare into his lightly wrinkled eyes for a few seconds then reach down and pull down his zipper.

“What are you?” He asks grabbing your hand, but stops as you drop in front of him, your knees bant all the way, but still perched on your heels. “You don't have to...” He trails off as you reach in and massage his cock and balls. “No don't I don't want you to...” He stops with a gasp as you pull his cock out. It is wrinkled, thin, and long. Leaning forward you look up at him, meeting his gaze, and slurp down his cock with a long gulp, willing yourself to take it down your throat without gagging. He grabs the counter and leans back. You bob back then forward, rocking on your heels. He just stands there, his breathing getting heavier, as you slurp and gulp down his cock in long strokes. With your right hand you kneed his sack, and taking hold of his rod with your left, rubbing the base while you work the upper two thirds and head with your mouth. Pushing yourself you jam forward about every third slurp to make sure you have him all the way in. It doesn't take long to coax out a nice sticky glob of cum. Leaning back satisfied with your sticky treat you stand up and load the guns in the case, and ammo in in a cardboard box. As you head out the door, however, he grabs you by the waist. “I don't think I am finished with you.” He turns you around, reaches down, and takes a handful of... cock... “What the?” He asks surprised.

“Umm, I have a cock. Sorry I would have told you if I thought it would matter.” You say with a sheepish grin. Then add, “You can fuck my ass if you want.” He pauses for a moment then pulls up your shirt and gets a good mouthful of your tits, licking gripping, and sucking them. Then he turns you around and tosses you on a table full of boxes, knocking them on the floor. Spreading your legs, he pushes up your skirt, licks his fingers, and stuffs two of them into your asshole. “Ooh, yes.” You say biting your lip and gripping your exposed breasts. He pushes forward and the head of his cock slips easily into your warm hole. Leaning to the left a bit he puts his leg up on the edge of the table and mashes forward till his cock is all the way in. “Uugh, not so fast.” You say with a gasp and reach back just touching his leg. He pulls back then pushes forward till it is all the way in a second time, “Mmm, that is good.” He slowly picks up pace driving home with every thrust till he is quickly slapping your ass with his torso. Your bodies slapping against each other rapidly the chorus adding to the grunts and panting moans coming from both of your lips till finally he begins to slow and shudder. You know what that means and you say, “Wait I want to drink it.” He reaches down and takes his cock in his hand to pinch off the flow he can't contain any longer and pulls out. Quickly you roll around on the table till you are on your back with your head drooping off of the table. With your mouth wide open, tongue out, you say, “Gaaaaa.” He rewards you by pushing his cock, covered in your the juice from inside of you, down your throat to the hilt. His hand releases his cock as he does and grabs your face. With the other hand he reaches forward and grabs your tit and holds it tight as he unleashes a torrent of cum into your face. Spent he looks forward and sees your cock tenting your skirt. To your surprise he pulls up your skirt and grabs your cock. His still buried in your face, as he never pulls back, he proceeds to rapidly stroke your poor unattended member till you let out a good sized blast of your own. As you do he aims your cock to the side and it sprays across the table. Then he pulls, finally out of your face, and you **** and gasp for air, having been suffocating on his cock the entire time. The sensation of being choked by a cock while having yours jacked off something new you will be thinking on for some time.

Then he puts away his cock and panting says, “You should go. I am not sure if I should call the police and say the guns were stolen, or just try to fudge the books and make it look like a mistake in paperwork. Fuck I shouldn't do this. Damn it, go before I change my mind.” You straighten your clothes, gather the stuff, and head out. As you walk out the door he adds, “If I find out you are some crazy murderer or something I will help the cops find your ass too.”

“Don't worry. Thanks for everything.” With that you hop in your car and head out.