Invite him in

"Please," moans Scarlett as you pound her pussy, "don't let him in. He's disgusting."

Your cock twitches and a cruel smile twists your lips. As you slam the hot blonde's tits into the glass, you motion for Big Jeb to go around to the door. He's such a good customer you trust him to know where the store's extra key is stashed. Scarlett's revulsion only drives your lust. It pissed you off. With a dildo up her ass and your cock thrusting in and out of her juicy little slit, Scarlett can still look down on a hard-working truck driver like Big Jeb.

The lock turns and the door jingles as Big Jeb opens the ship.

"Hello, hello," he says in his thick accent. "How yall doing?"

"Oh no," cries Scarlett, her pussy spasming in fear around your cock.

You grab her throat from behind, lifting her upright with your cock still buried in her slit. You stroke slowly into her, her cunt tighter in this position, her fuzz-fringed lips rubbing your shaft.

"Don't act like you don't like this," you hiss into her ear. "You love it in public. Well here is your public."

"Goddamn you got a fine one here," says Jeb. "She's even cuter than that girl with the purple streak in her hair you was hookin' up with last time I was here."

You let your cock slide from Scarlett's pussy and walk her towards Jeb. You run a hand up to her breast and give it a squeeze. Her nipple is hard and pink and she gasps at your rough pinch.

"Don't you recognize her? Didn't you see that Avengers movie?"

Jeb's eyes bug out in recognition. He gives a long appreciative whistle and saunters closer.

"Scarlett," he says. "Like 'Gone With the Wind' only I didn't recognize her as a blondie. What are you doing in a place like this, honey?"

"I was looking for a--" She gasps as you pinch her nipple again. "A movie."

Jeb saunters right up to her. You can smell the tobacco on him, along with the faint undercurrent of old beer and stale sweat. His eyes flick to yours seeking permission. You give him a little nod and he reaches out and gently caresses her breast. Scarlett jerks away from him like he's ice water, but you hold her in place, letting him running his calloused hand over her soft titflesh.

"She likes to fuck in public," you say to Jeb. "She's a real slut."

"Is that right?" Jeb grins, lifthing his other hand to her breasts and continuing to stroke and squeeze them. You tap your fingers on the dildo protruding from Scarlett's ass to prompt an answer.

"Y-yes," she moans. "Yes. I am a public slut. I will fuck anywhere in public I can."

"That sounds real good, honey," says Jeb. "I'd like to see that. But I just got here. What do you think you can do about this?"

Jeb reaches down and unbuckles his Willie Nelson belt buckle. He unbuttons and unzips his bleach-stained blue jeans and exposes the bulge of his hard cock in his underwear. He drags the waist band lower and out pops his seven-incher, darker than yours, a little thicker, with a dense thatch of brown pubic hair surrounding it.

You hear Scarlett's breath catch in her throat as she is confronted with the sight of another man's cock. Her breathing returns, heavier than before, and you can tell that although she may be disgusted by Jeb, she is incredibly aroused by the situation.

Your cock is still hard and pressing against her ass cheek and you are craving your own release.

"You've got two cocks hard," you whisper into her ear. "What are you going to do about that?"