Another Day

I've often highlighted major events, but glossed over my average day. So it was later in the week after we got back from Tom O'Malley's house. I had visited Beth that morning and had fucked her twice. I had also fucked Carol, who was a simpler copy of Wendy I had given to Beth (Due to the differences in our schedules, Wendy was often in my office when Beth wanted to play around, and also since she was living with Debbie it didn't feel right taking her from her girlfriend all the time). Beth kept Carol in her dungeon (I made sure Melissa wouldn't be able to perceive it when I added it in); Carol didn't need to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom so she could just stay in there paused whenever Beth wasn't using her. I'm not real into bondage, but Beth seemed to be developing a liking for it. That day, Carol was a pert little blonde cheerleader type, with small breasts and rounded ass, a true hardbody looking like she worked out all the time. Seeing her tied with her legs spread so wide by a beam her body looked in danger of splitting apart had been a huge turn-on, despite my qualms about bondage. I climbed on with Beth watching, playing with Carol's pussy and tits for a while while Beth watched us and played with herself. Then I entered Carol and rode her hard for a few minutes, though a bit awkwardly due to the presence of the beam impeding her ability to move, before withdrawing and shooting my load over her belly and breasts. On this particular day, her personality was set to vacant fuckdoll (not my preference, but I had set her randomizer for Beth's tastes; I was a little worried at some of the things I was seeing), so she just took it all stoically, not reacting much.

On the drive into work, I stopped at a gas station near the office to buy some gas, instead of just instantly refilling the tank. The thought struck me that I hadn't had any women chasing after me in a while; I was always the initiator and in control. I decided it might be amusing if every (attractive) woman I met today decided to have their way with me. Then I remembered how that usually went on TV and limited it to those I spoke too; I didn't need the whole city out to fuck or axe **** me. Attractive women would begin to desire me as soon as I said hello, and the attraction would grow steadily stronger as we talked, so that after a few sentences back and forth, they would have to have me as soon as possible. I swore off doing anything unusual on my part (well other than making sure we wouldn't have to run off to a hotel or something), and would let them do all the work. These kind of 'theme' days were something I did from time to time, instead of just boffing everyone I wanted; that could get boring if done too much.

There was a good-looking but trashy teen behind the counter (I checked and she was 19, but they'd been a hard 19 years; her face made her look older). Her hair was dirty blonde, tied in a messy ponytail, some of the hair slipping out of the tie and hanging limply free. Her body, though concealed in a baggy outfit, certainly looked nineteen, rounded and firm as far as I could tell, hidden by a loose blouse and overalls that made her look like she was a mechanic, not a cashier at a gas station convenience store. I thought she might clean up pretty, so I made sure to talk to her and not the 60 year old lady who was also behind the counter, probably the owner.

"Hello, I just need 10 gallons, on number 3," I said. The girl looked at me and smiled; it made her look much better. "Hiya, honey, how ya doin'?" she said happily. The old lady looked up in surprise; I get the feeling she was usually not so friendly with customers. I paid for my gas using my infinite wallet once she gave me the amount. Then I asked if they carried motor oil as an excuse to keep talking to her. Instead of just pointing to the big display in the store behind me, she out came from behind the counter, telling her stunned manager to watch the register (she was too surprised to object), and walked me over to the oil display. "See, we have all kinds. There's 10w30, and... and all the other kinds." she said, starting to point them all out but then realizing she didn't actually know that much about this. She laughed. "I really don't know the difference, but, I'm sure we've got what you need," she said, looked intently into my eye and bending over slightly, trying to draw my eyes to her chest but failing due to her outfit.

"You seem to have it all," I acknowledged, running with it anyway. "You know, we have even more motor oil in the storeroom." she said huskily, coming closer and touching my chest lightly. "Maybe even some baby oil," she added smiling and winking. I smiled back; this was ridiculous but fun. "Wanda, I'm going to take my break now. I'll be in the storeroom," she called to the other woman. "Phyllis, you can't take a customer in there!" her boss yelled back, but Phyllis ignored her and led me by the hand through the door marked "Employees Only". Wanda wanted to object but found she didn't see anything wrong with it after all.

As soon as the door was closed, Phyllis turned around and grabbed me, hugging me close, pulling my head down to kiss me hard on the lips, and stroking and caressing my back and ass before bringing her hands around to my crotch and lowering the zipper. She was really worked up and going crazy fast. She fell to her knees and lowered my pants, my cock hitting her in the face as she pulled down my trousers. "We don't have a lot of time. We have to hurry," she said, and then my cock was in her mouth. The situation was exciting: getting a quick blowjob in the storeroom of a gas station, with the overall clad attendant **** to have me. I stroked into her as she deep throated me, cumming quickly. Phyllis was a bit disappointed, thinking that she was not going to fucked. "Guess ah sucked you a little too good, honey," she said ruefully, after swallowing. A bit escaped and dripped down her chin.

"We aren't done yet," I replied, and she noticed I was not going soft. I pulled up her blouse to expose her bra-covered tits, the suspenders on her overalls got in the way and she threw them off herself quickly, the pants pooling around her legs. I opened her bra and gave the erect nipples a few licks. She pulled the blouse the rest of the way off, and stood naked and quite pretty in the dimly lit room. It was too bad she dressed like she did; I think she could have had her pick of the town is she tried. Even her face looked better without the clothing dragging down the image. I cupped her hairy crotch (not everyone can be clean shaven, especially if they aren't expecting action), pushing a finger into her hot pussy. It was very tight, but she was wet enough that I entered easily, playing with her clit for a moment before sliding into her fuckhole. "You said we need to hurry, so turn around," I told her. She was surprised but smiling as she saw that my cock was fully erect and ready for more action. She quickly turned around, stepping out of the pooled overalls to prevent tripping on the, and leaned against a stack of boxes, sticking her large, nicely shaped ass out at me.

"Oh yeah, slide it in, honey," she said as she reached behind, opening her pussy lips. My cock slowly entered the tight, warm sheath, and Phyllis sighed with contentment as she felt herself being filled. "Ooh, that's good," she said, wiggling her ass as she I hit bottom. "Now give it to me hard." I pulled out slow, then pushed back in fast, drawing a surprised yelp from her, then a moan. "Yeah, that's right honey. That's the way. Do it honey!" she said pushing back at me. I slammed hard into her several times, and she was cumming hard and loud after just a few strokes. I pounded her through her orgasm and she came again, even louder. i was sure anyone in the store (so at least Wanda for sure) could her exactly what we were doing. I kept going and she came almost continuously until the constant contractions milked the cum from my cock. That had been hot, and aside from making sure we could, I had done nothing; it was all her idea.

A few moments later we were leaving the storeroom, redressed of course, though Phyllis had that disheveled look that let you knew she had just been fucked. Her clothing was not quite back on right. A couple customers who must have come in while we were in back looked over at us as we emerged, looking surprised to see that it was me, a very clearly older man, who had gotten a hot teen to scream like that. Of course, the fact that I had been fucking her in the back room for them to hear was not a problem; they hadn't even felt the need to stop shopping. Wanda shot me a dirty look as I was leaving the store, but Phyllis gave me a good-bye kiss. at the door, before going back behind the counter. "Just in case you ever need any oil," she whispered to me before she let me go, pressing a sticky note with her phone number into my hand.

One would think that I could make it the few remaining blocks to the office without incident, but it wasn't going to be that kind of day. I was a little hyped up from my fun, and drove a bit too fast, and suddenly there were sirens and a flashing light behind me. I was surprised, since Power usually means I don't have to worry about tickets. "What's going on?" I asked, tuning to the passenger seat after pulling over, half afraid she suddenly wouldn't be there and I was back to my old life. But she was. "You wished to be seduced by any attractive women you meet today, therefore I am not preventing you from meeting them," she replied.

I turned to look out the window as the cop walked up and knocked, indicating I should roll it down. Standing there was a female cop, taking out her ticket pad. She was quite attractive, Amazonian and tall, her uniform tight but clearly for function and not form. The nametag above her badge identified her as Officer Andersen. "Good morning, sir," she said politely as cops do, "may I see your license, please?"

"Of course, what 's the problem officer?" I asked, I handing her the license. She was looking at me intently, not particularly noticing the license in her hands. "Uh, you were doing 50 in a 35 zone," she finally replied. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I must have missed a sign." Her eyes were boring into me, indicating that she wanted some action, but professionalism overrode passion for the moment. Each sentence was getting her in deeper, however. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to give you a ticket, Mr." she paused to look at the license finally "Mallory."

"Are you sure you need to write that ticket, officer?" I asked. I touched her wrist while looking into her eyes, practically batting my eyelashes like you see in movies, but with the roles reversed. "Perhaps we could talk it over?" She looked nonplussed for a minute, and I realized I wasn't going to get quite that far just on my setup (I was coming onto her, not the other way around, and even with her wanting it, this was a professional situation), so I nudged it just a little as she begin to look offended.

"Get in the back seat," she said instead. I hit the door lock release and Officer Andersen was in the car and in the back seat instability; it took me a second to try to get there; I finally had to give up and get out and back in, looking sheepish. She didn't bother with her shirt, but I was amazed how quickly she was able to get her pants off. She braced herself on the seat, one leg up and one leg down, leaning against the other door. "Lick my pussy," she said authoritatively; a command, not a request. Her powerful muscled thighs were parted expectantly as I knelt in front of her and gently opened the lips, exposing her interior. Her clit was big, and I touched it with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered officer shuddered slightly. "That's good," she said. I licked down to her vagina and speared into it for a moment, drawing more approving grunts, then returned to licking the clit, using my fingers in her fuckhole. The sawing motion of my fingers in and out of her vagina was being matched as well as she could by her hips as they thrust up and down in the limited space (I've mentioned that cars are cramped for this, and this time it was not a limo, just a normal car). Her badge made a jangling noise as her her big tits swung up and down , clearly restrained by a sports bra but voluminous enough to do it anyway. I felt her nearing her climax and sped up my fingerfuck. Her powerful hips drove up at me, my head momentarily crushed hard between her thighs, which felt like iron bars on either side of my face, and then she relaxed, settling back against the door with a sigh.

"Will that cover the ticket, officer, or would you like a fuck, too?" I asked after a minute of watching her breathing hard, her restricted tits going up and down with her deep breaths. "If you don't want to see the back seat of my car you better fuck me," she commanded, Reaching down and grabbing me through my pants, perhaps a touch hard. I quickly zipped my fly open, and she reached in to grab me, sliding down to lay on the chair as she pulled me over her, my cock in a **** grip in her hand. She lined me up and finally let go, and then thrust up at me forceably, and I was in. Even though she was on the bottom, she was in complete control, her hands on my hips pulling and pushing me in and out of her. I had my hands on her breasts, one with her badge stabbing into it and the other feeling her hard nipple through her uniform shirt. I could feel they were nice ones, but the multiple layers didn't let me do much; I was mostly using them as the only available place to support myself, as the narrow seat didn't provide any place to put them. Her hips drove up at me with powerful thrusts; I tried to return them but I didn't have the leverage, so it was mostly her. The car rocked wildly, no doubt attracting a fair amount of notice on the busy street. Officer Andersen and I were totally unconcerned with anything going on outside; our attention was focused entirely on our fucking, as she worked me in and out of herself faster and faster. She came with one last hard push against me, driving me into her hard and I sprayed inside her, her grip increasing to get me in as deep as possible.

A happy Officer Andersen returned to her squad car without giving me a ticket a few minutes later. All her recorders were of course experiencing technical issues through all of this, but she wouldn't get in trouble. The experience was interesting; I didn't often have the woman being so in control of everything. I pulled out and finally completed my journey to the office, keeping to the speed limit this time.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil