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John stammers to Nadia, "T-This isn't working! I can't take this!" Nadia suddenly stops stroking him, and for a moment, he gets a respite from the relentless **** on his manhood. But then she calls to the customer behind him, a woman in a sexy sundress with eyes that could cut glass. "I'm sorry this is taking so long, ma'am," she says, her voice still light and friendly. "Could you please give me a hand?"

John's head snaps up, his eyes widening in horror

The woman's eyes light up, and she eagerly agrees. She steps forward, her sundress swaying with every step, revealing the curves of her body beneath. She looks John up and down, her gaze lingering on his exposed cock before meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. "What seems to be the problem?" she asks.

Nadia holds John's dick still, her grip firm. "It's just that I don't have enough hands," she says, her voice sugary sweet. The woman's smile widens, and she wraps her hands around his cock, her skin warm and soft. John feels a jolt of pleasure at the contact, his cock twitching in her grasp.

"See if you can get it to scan with all of us holding it," Nadia says, her voice a low murmur. She hands the scanner to the woman, who takes it with a wink.

The two of them start moving their hands in unison, a double hand job that has John's eyes rolling back in his head. His cock feels like it's on fire, the sensation of their hands on him overwhelming. The woman in the sundress leans in close, her breath hot on his neck. "Don't worry," she whispers, "we'll get it to work."

Their hands move together, sliding up and down his shaft. The scanner beeps with every pass, but the price still doesn't register. John's hips buck, his body **** for release. "Careful, I can't hold on much longer..." he gasps.

The woman in the sundress laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down his spine. "Don't worry," she says, her grip tightening. "We'll figure this out."

John tries to look anywhere else, hoping this will end soon. His eyes dart around the store, searching for an escape, for something to distract him from the intense pleasure and humiliation. And that's when he sees her, the next customer in line. She's stepped closer, her phone out and pointed at him, the camera rolling. His heart sinks.

Her long legs are showcased in a short mini skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. She's wearing a tight top that clings to her ample breasts, and her hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders. She's gorgeous, and she knows it. And she's watching him with a smirk, enjoying his discomfort.

When their eyes meet, she turns her back towards John, her phone still aimed at him over her shoulder. With a flick of her wrist, she raises her skirt, revealing the most amazing ass John has ever seen. It's round and firm, barely covered by a tiny little g-string that looks like it's painted on. The fabric is a stark contrast to her tanned skin, and John can't help but stare.

The sight of her ass, combined with the double hand-job he's receiving, is too much for John. His orgasm builds to a crescendo, his body tightening like a bowstring ready to snap. Just as he starts to cum, Rachel saunters over, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "What's going on here?" she says, her voice a seductive purr.

John's eyes widen in horror as he feels the first rope of cum shoot out of him. It's thicker than he's ever felt before, and it lands with a wet splat on the counter in front of the cash register. The second rope follows quickly, arcing through the air to land on the scanner.

John's cock keep erupting with more cum than any of these ladies have ever seen before. One shot hits Nadia in the face, a look of shock and delight crossing her features as she quickly wipes it away, licking her lips. Other ropes fly over the counter, landing on the floor and the returned clothes behind it, the fabric darkening with his seed. The woman in the sundress laughs, her hand still moving on him, urging him to cum even more. John sprays some cum all over his own chest and abs, and finally the last few drops hit the floor, pooling around the counter, making a mess that's sure to attract even more attention. John's body is shaking with the **** of his climax, his eyes rolling back in his head as he tries to process the sensation. Rachel and Nadia both watch, their eyes wide with amazement.

"Well," Rachel says, her voice still teasing, "That certainly is a lot."

John's orgasm finally subsides, leaving him panting and sweaty. His cheeks are on fire with embarrassment, his cock still pulsing in the woman's hand.

John makes eye contact with the woman who flashed him as she lowers her phone, her eyes still on him. She licks her lips, her hand pushing her skirt back into place. She mouths, "Glad I could help."

John's cheeks burn with embarrassment, his eyes darting around the store. The silence is deafening, the only sound his own ragged breathing. And then, with a beep that seems to echo through the room, Nadia says, "It scanned!"

Her voice is a mix of excitement and surprise, and John can feel his heart racing in his chest. He looks down at his cock, still in the woman's hand, and sees the tag lying on the counter. It's finally been scanned, but at what cost?

Nadia laughs, her hand moving away from his cock. She reaches over to grab the tag, holding it up with a flourish. "See?" she says, her voice bright. "It just needed a little...extra attention."

John nods, his face still scarlet. "Yeah," he says, his voice hoarse. "You...you got it to scan."

Rachel steps closer, her eyes glued to the puddle of cum on the floor. "Looks like you made quite the mess," she says, her voice still teasing. "But it's okay, we can clean it up."

John's eyes dart to the floor, his cheeks burning even hotter. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I...I don't know what came over me."

"I found your clothes!" Rachel excitedly tells John. "So it's not all bad!"

John nods, trying to ignore the mess on the floor and the smirk on Rachel's face. "Thanks," he murmurs, reaching for his pants and boxers with trembling hands. Rachel watches him, her eyes flickering to his cock before she turns away, her own hand slipping into her pocket to retrieve her phone.

John hurriedly makes his way back to the changing room to get dressed. The changing room feels like a sanctuary compared to the main store floor. John quickly pulls on his clothes, his heart racing as he relives the past few minutes in his mind. He can still feel the ghosts of Rachel's and Nadia's hands on his body, their touches lingering like unwanted heat. He tucks his cock into his boxers, feeling it twitch with the fading remnants of his embarrassing climax.

When he emerges from the changing room, Rachel is waiting for him, her phone in hand. "Ready to go?" she asks, her voice light.

John nods, his eyes on the floor. "Yeah," he murmurs, not trusting himself to say anything else. Rachel leads him to the door, her hand brushing against his back, sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the eyes of every woman in the store on him, their gazes a mix of lust and amusement.

As he steps out into the mall, he sees the woman in the mini skirt waiting for him. She strides over, her hips swaying with every step. "Thank you," she says, her voice a low purr. Before he can react, she throws her arms around him and gives him a firm hug. Her hands slip down to his ass, cupping it with surprising strength. "You really made my day."

John's cheeks burn as he feels her breasts pressed against his chest. He's too stunned to move, too embarrassed to protest. "I...I'm sorry," he says, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

The woman pulls away, her eyes gleaming. "Don't be," she says, her hand lingering on his ass. "It was quite the performance." She winks and saunters away, her skirt swinging with every step.

John is relieved that no one seems mad at him "I'm so lucky that everyone is being so nice to me!" John thinks to himself.

John's heart is still racing from his embarrassing experience at the store, but as he walks through the mall, he notices that people are giving him more space than usual. He tries to tell himself it's just his imagination, but the lack of jostling feels like a small victory. The air is cooler outside as he exits the mall, the evening sun casting long shadows across the pavement. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

The walk home is surprisingly peaceful. The usual sounds of the city seem to fade away, leaving only the steady beat of his own footsteps. He's aware of the occasional person passing by, but they all seem too wrapped up in their own lives to pay him any mind. It's almost like he's in a bubble of solitude, a stark contrast to the crowded store and the unwanted attention he's just escaped.

As John opens the door to his apartment, he's greeted by the comforting sight of his bed, beckoning to him like a lifeline thrown into a sea of embarrassment. He stumbles towards it, feeling the weight of the day's events dragging him down. He flops onto the mattress, fully clothed, and pulls the covers over his head, exhausted.

For a moment, he's convinced that he'll never be able to fall asleep.. But as he takes a deep breath, letting out a shaky sigh, his body begins to relax. He drifts off into a deep, dreamless slumber, the tension of the day melting away into the darkness.