Sex & Spectator Sport

Well, if you can't beat them, join them, as they say. And surely, whoever they were, they lived a libertine life. Surely.

"How about this," Caleb bargained, "in exchange for you giving me a blowjob, you can give me your panties with your contact information on it?"

"Sure," accepted the woman, "that's fair." She began to go down on her knees, and unzipped the teen's pants. He shuddered. This was the hottest feeling ever -- a woman he'd never met before, sucking his cock? And showing physical gratitude for it?

If he hadn't shot his load a couple minutes back, she would've already been all drenched in his family recipe by now.

The woman moved her hair behind her as she tilted her chin. Helpfully, Rachel took her clothes for her, which was proficient customer service like ever he'd seen. Then, with controlled fingers, Caleb's new sexual attendant pulled down his undergarment and took his hard, sizable dick into her soft hands, and began stroking it.

"Nice cock."

"Thanks."

After a few more moments of handling his hard penis, she looked up at Caleb, smiled, then submerged his member into her lips. The sensation produced a palpable groan out of the young man, as the woman's tongue slithered and slid across his mass expertly. She pushed in and out, her head working a proper pace. A few other customers walked past, men and women alike, as the changing rooms attendant pointed them in the right direction. They split for their respective, gender-differentiated stall sections, saying little to no word of the act of oral sex going on in the open, during store hours. For crying out loud, this was jarringly arousing.

Caleb also noted the use in knowing the male part of the changing stalls was on the right side beforehand. But in the same time, he didn't quite regret the mistake. Meeting Donna and Bethany turned out to be more productive than he could've hoped for.

Pushing his hand against the back of the woman's pretty little head, he felt himself heat up.

"Oh, that's good, that's good," he complimented. The woman seemed to say something through her full mouth, causing vibrations to tingle across his dick. Caleb groaned again. His eyes turned up to see Rachel's attention was being briefly drawn away by another young woman who had some pricing questions, then closed again. "Oh, that's good!" Then a moment later, "Okay, okay, stop, stop."

With a plop, the woman removed her mouth from Caleb's dick, giving it one final slide of her hand before rolling it off his tip. "Are you sure?" she asked. Once Caleb had given her a nod, she stood up, then hiked up her dress with her hand. Out came her eye-catching pair of yellow panties, and over her legs and heels. One her feet were one again planted on the floor, she pressed the garment against her hand, then frowned. "Oh, shoot..."

"Need a pen?" Rachel fished through her pockets and took one out, passing it to the woman. She smiled and said thank you as she took it and began writing on her underwear.

Finally, she gave Rachel back the pen, then faced Caleb with her panties in her hand, extended towards him. "Here," she fulfilled. "For sucking your dick."

Caleb grinned, looked at the panties, then back at the woman. "It was my pleasure." He plucked it out of her hands, and read what she wrote.

Esther DeFranco
Thanks again.

Her number was scribbled underneath it, and he nearly missed it, but so was her mailing address.

"Here are your clothes, m'am."

"Thank you..."

Once Rachel had given Esther back her selection, this time to actually put on, she walked by Caleb with a brief smile before disappearing into the changing rooms behind him. He sniffed the air she left behind, and sighed contentedly. He barely noticed Rachel approaching him and putting a hand around his still exposed, tingling dick hanging out of his pants, casually stroking across its length.

"Alright sir," she voiced, "now that you're done with her, I think..."

"Oh, right," he said, smiling at the apparently horny employee. He looked around, then gestured to the area with the clothing racks. They sidled over to it, their shoes meeting soft textile. He preferred the carpet over hard surfacing for something like this.

One they had found a spacious corner, they got down and he rolled down his jeans while Rachel began sliding out of her tight trousers. Caleb couldn't overstate the appeal of a fit, feminine body, and with Rachel, he bore no exception. She flung her pants over her sneakers and out of the way, followed quickly by her panties, and situated her pelvis above the lying teen, who stared up at her with his butt on the carpet. Carefully, she lowered herself until her bare vagina was teasing the tip of Caleb's twitching cock. She grabbed it with a hand, her legs spread and inviting, and looked at Caleb, all business.

"Ready?" the store associate professionally asked like a park attendant buckling him up into a roller-coaster cart.

Caleb provided a cheeky thumbs-up. "Ready." He breathed in in anticipation. "Go ahead and plunge yourself into me, Rachel."

Smiling, Rachel dropped herself over Caleb's cock, moving her hips elegantly and hardily as his shaft vanished up inside of her. Caleb grunted approvingly. Rachel, meanwhile, began to bounce more rapidly, her warm thighs slapping against his legs irresistibly. Grabbing her ass, Caleb pushed and thrust against her as she bit her lip, minor moans imparting from them with a rough sensuality.

"Have you ever had sex in the middle of a store, Rachel?"

She shook her head, speaking through ragged breaths. "No, never."

"Are you gonna start after this?"

Rachel laughed, hitting him in the shoulder. "Oh shut up. I am not that kind of woman."

Grinding faster onto his dick, Rachel's motions shook pleasurable ripples through Caleb's body as he replied, "R-right, I get you." He grunted again, under his breath adding, "You're just like this now because you got randomly horny all of a sudden and saw me, and was like, hey, he looks like he wouldn't mind, maybe I should go fuck him?"

The employee nodded unfettered, besides the lines of pleasure creasing her winsome face. "Something like that."

As they were engaged in the most intimate of acts in the least intimate of surroundings, a voice came from round the corner. "Rachel, Rachel, are you there?"

"I'm right here, Jenny." Rachel turned her head backward. "I'm in the middle of having sex with a customer right now. What did you need?"

Beyond the protruding wall, an older woman in black attire appeared. She was a dark-skinned woman, and very curvaceous. He was barely able to catch it, but once the glare danced off the plastic Caleb saw 'Manager Jenny' etched across the nametag just above her breast. He grinned, shoving his dick up harder into his straddling partner. This elicited an audible moan out of her.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." Jenny looked down at Caleb, providing a courteous smile, and the teen just groaned back. This was unbelievably surreal; she was saying nothing, showing pretty much zero sensible reactions to what was going on underneath her between a customer and her very own employee. Just another polite smile. Another controlled tone of voice. Continuing, Caleb noticed the clipboard in her hands for the first time as she clicked a pen. "I just heard you might have had another... altercation with Dylan?"

"Ah, yes, that was--UGHM, uhhg yeah--" Mid-sentence, Caleb grabbed Rachel's back and pulled him against his body, while slapping her ass and actively shoving his dick into her in tangible rhythm, roughly plowing into her. "Oh, shit, yes," she half-whispered, half-yelled.

"Rachel," sternly reprimanded Jenny, and Rachel expressed instant remorse.

"Oh, crap, sorry, I'm -- uhhgm -- sorry, I didn't mean, to, gooodd."

"Rachel, if you aren't able to show any concentration when I'm trying to clarify things for your own benefit..."

"I'm sorry!" Rachel moaned, clutching the back of Caleb's shoulders as she rapidly began slapping her pussy against him, breathing harried emissions of air. "I just --"

"Can't help it, miss," Caleb finished for her, innocently looking up at Jenny, blowing a strand of Rachel's hair out of the way. "It's normal for women to come to some of the best orgasms of their life and feel some of the most melting good pleasure from having my dick in their pussies after all."

As he said this, Rachel moaned even louder and thrust her hips against him like a sex-deprived teenager driven to the abyss of lust. Her hands clawed into his skin as she hugged him tight, her body warming up with incredible heat as her eyes rolled to the top of her head. "Ughhhh soo goooodd, shit, sooo hoot!"

Jenny, meanwhile, took a complete 180 in mannerism, nodding her understanding. "You're right, sir. She must be on top of the world right now, I bet." Caleb almost couldn't believe the slightly wistful look in the woman's eyes as she talked. "Anyways, in that case, Rachel, we can talk about Dylan after you're done, okay?"

"Yeesss Yesss YEEESSS!"

Taking that as a yes, Jenny bowed out, lending another quick smile to Caleb before finally walking off. Amazing. Fucking right in front of her manager, and not a single tsk or repercussion in sight. This was beyond sexual; this was a surge of bliss. Coming to his own climax, Caleb grunted and his body lurched as he swung to the side, pushing Rachel to the carpet while he pummeled her cunt from above her, rubbing his hand against the top of her clit.

"Show me how much you like it! From the top of your lungs, Rachel!"

"YEEEESSS FUUCK FUUCK FUCK!!"

"How good is it? On a scale of 1 - 10 how good do you feel?"

"Elevenelevenelevenelevennnnuughhh," Rachel's face suddenly converged in an utter pool of desire that seemed so severe it looked painful. "I'm cumming..!!"

Within seconds, Rachel spasmed, shaking and twitching as her breath seemed to have been knocked out of her. Caleb had pulled up her legs, and now his dick erupted, sperm oozing out of her orifice as her ankles rested on his shoulders. They both gasped for air when finally, Rachel's eyes fluttered and her head fell to the side. A quiet snore could be heard. Caleb panted, patting the girl on her still clothed stomach. He realized that it was damp with her sweat.

Removing his dick from her cunt, he realized it was a bit of a mess. He had an idea, and stood up. Once he'd found his balance, he looked around, then proceeded to the front of the store, not bothering to zip himself up.

When he got there, the noise was pretty tumultuous, now that he was actually paying attention to it. It was like a strip club -- Bethany and Donna were still at their chairs, but now the group around them were jumping up and down and whooping and clapping. Bethany was apparently in the middle of trying to twerk in a very small dress, causing the bottom of it to flap up and down, revealing her ass with every shake. Meanwhile, Donna had her legs spread out, still bottomless but now without a bra as well. Upon closer inspection, however, Caleb realized that there was, in fact, one thing being partially covered up -- and that was a purple, vibrating dildo that she currently had shoved up her pussy. Caleb's eyes nearly bogged out of his head.

He did say that some of the incentive would be to turn on the guys didn't he? In retrospect, it was a mostly thoughtless wording from his end. Feeling his dick subconsciously, however, he concluded that it was not all for the worse.

Looking through the group, he noticed that most of the girls were looking on in detachment. He frowned, and decided to change that.

"It's normal for the ladies to be just as energetic and enthusiastic as their guy friends for Vinny's in-house modeling show. After all, most of them wish that they could be up there, and sometimes see themselves being an active participant in the audience as increasing their chances in the future."

He had barely finished uttering his last syllable when a feminine voice suddenly shouted right into his ear.

"Spread those legs, Donna!"

"Yeah, shove it up that pretty little bush of yours!"

"Twerk that butt, girl!"

"You can do it! Come on, Jake, babe, encourage her!"

Gotdamn was that loud! He stumbled away, then looked back one he was at a safe distance. Sure enough, it was now a much more balanced sight than before -- the girl in the leather jacket that had seemed to have been patiently waiting beside her tall boyfriend was now waving her arms with equal energy, screaming out expletives and complimenting the women on their assets. Another older blonde woman that had been surfing through her phone was now excitedly snapping pictures, even nudging her husband to get in her selfie. And next to them was a lone, familiar face; the girl from earlier, the one at the start of it all who he had initially brushed against by accident, swinging a fist in the air with invested fervor, telling Donna that her legs looked fantastic wide-spread.

And so on, and so forth.

Finally, Caleb spotted Bethany's parents, and approached them.

"Go get 'em sweetie!" Cheryl was crying, cupping her hand in her mouth. "Do your best!"

"Yeah, that's my daughter's butt alright!" Douglas spurred. "Everyone! That's my daughter, shaking her ass!"

Clearing his throat, Caleb patted Cheryl in the ass. She didn't take her eyes away from her twerking daughter even for a second. With his finger, Caleb pushed it through her skirt and panties and up her ass crack. Tilting her head, she briefly stopped her words of encouragement and turned.

"Oh, Caleb!" she smiled, and Caleb returned it, withdrawing his finger and letting it settle back at his side. "Isn't she doing great?"

"Yeah, she really is," Caleb assured.

"You know, she gets that butt of hers from her grandma," the woman sighed peacefully, "my mom always was --"

"Could you lick my dick clean for me?" the teen interrupted, getting to the point.

"Sure, I have 20 bucks and a hundred I could give you for your services." Cheryl began pulling out her wallet from her handbag. That's right. Caleb had nearly forgotten, and he'd just finished fucking Rachel, too. She hadn't paid him, however, because she practically went comatose in front of him. He wondered what would happen if he just left her like that. Could he impose weekly interest? Just a thought.

He'd probably have to wake her up before he left for the skating rink or whatever. Or he might just end up forgetting. There were a lot of things to keep track of now. He should think of jotting some of this down somewhere.

As Cheryl shuffled her fingers through her purse, however, Caleb decided instances like these wasn't worth the hassle. "No worries, Cheryl," he held up a hand, surprising the woman. "You don't need to pay me for it."

She looked surprised. "Are you certain?" she asked. "I mean... it's fine, I don't mind paying you 20 to clean you up."

Caleb waved his hand in most faux-paus fashion. "Oh, it's fine. Really."

She smiled and got on her knees. "Well, aren't you quite a gentleman... not caring about the money." She chuckled and moved her lips towards my still exposed, hanging rod. "Random acts of generosity go a long way. The world could use more people like you." With that final statement she opened her mouth and used her tongue to clean Caleb off, and he nearly felt himself grow to full-mast again. Or at least half of the way.

"Yeah, go Beth!"

Meanwhile, Douglas pumped his fist in the air, looking on in pride at his daughter while his wife was on her knees with her tongue around a kid's dick, probably around the same age as their own progeny. What a heck of a mess he'd created, but hey he wasn't complaining. Cheryl said it first; maybe the world could use more people of his 'creativity'.