Stop by a clothing store

Leaving the girls and the other doubtlessly busy folk to their right to private time in the library you shake out your hands and stretch your neck a bit. "Alright!" you exhale, as energetic as ever. Licking your finger and raising it to the convenient timing of a sudden breeze, you nod then turn west.

Eventually, over the bridge and past the city's two main ditches you arrive at a little shopping plaza. More of these were cropping up every day it seemed. But at least it attracted plenty of lookers as well.

"Maybe I could drop by the mall after this, again," you muse, opening the door to the nearest clothing outlet. "Having everyone follow your orders all at once like that... it's such a rush."

"Hi, welcome!"

By the carpet, a lady decked in cool, padded threads greets you upon entering. You notice the receiver on her chest, and raise a brow. Apparently the store has themselves some extra security, (probably tasked with waving away vagrants more than anything else, but nonetheless) and a fair-faced one too, judging from what little you do see of her, including the hint of a decent figure underneath that outfit. A wisp of blond hair escaped the cap she had on top of her head. Her eyelashes fluttered attractively over her clean, light-skinned photogenic face.

Smirking, you stop and decide to pose on her a harmless, innocent inquiry. "Hello," you begin. Your feet stop and a breath departs your mouth as you look around elliptically. "Forgive me for being ignorant but, I don't think I've seen a woman such as yourself hired to stand watch by the front entrance of a cozy looking establishment like this before. At least not for no reason. What exactly is your job here?"

As she breathes in to respond, you immediately and silently modify reality, behind her back, within seconds of time -- perhaps less. You watch as she gives a calm, composed, sweetly toned response.

"Well if it isn't already clear, sir," she spreads her fingers underneath a nameplate across her bosom that you notice for the first time before going on. "I'm Nancy. At the moment, I am the on-site butt-slut." With a glance you look down. 'Butt Slut' is also etched in the plate underneath Nancy's name, in the same clinical, readable font as usual. You don't think that was there before. "As the store's local commissioned butt-slut, along with greeting incoming customers, I am ready for and authorized to allow anything to do with my butt, at your volition. In other words, I'm tasked with making my ass available for all your shopping needs, or if you just want some fun while browsing our selection, while waiting for that little lady of yours taking forever in the summer sale," she brings up with a playful nudge, "it's all good to me. As long as my butt is doing what it's paid to do. Allow me to show you," the pretty woman removes her cap, shaking away some fringes of hair. With a professional smile she turns, and bends forward a bit, then points at her behind. "See this?"

You observe her round rear with profuse approval, glad for any chance to ogle a nice bodied woman's physical assets. "It is a nice ass!"

"Thank you, sir. That's why I took this job after all, because of how many men seemed to show so much interest in it. I'm sure you've come to the same conclusion." She moved her hand slightly. "But actually I was referring to this." You look more closely at where her finger is pointing, and find it. A clean zipper line seems to be situated right at the parting of her buttocks. Bingo.

Only centimeters away from this hot woman's ass, you nod and stroke your chin.

"Oh I see. You have a slit here so people like me could fuck your butt hole at a moment's notice."

"Correct, sir," she says with another professional pair of lips, looking over her shoulder at you. "In other words, anyone with a penis is free to poke their handy genital into my ass-hole. Whenever they wish, wherever in the store I may be." She smiles, as if wrapping up a press briefing.

You stand back up. "Funny!" you take the slit's zipper in your fingers and pull it downward. The former security guard quickly understands your intent and patiently listens on as you speak. "Here I thought you were some kind of security at first! Like Loss Control or something!"

Despite trying to hold it, the pretty woman laughs anyway. A dismissive wave of a hand comes from her. "Oh, did you? Don't be silly. That's not quite my forte," she laughs, slapping her butt cheek twice. "This is much more my kind of deal. Besides, I don't know why, but I think you should be free to get anything you want, no cost to you." Leaning back for a slight whisper, she continues, "In fact, here's my tip. When you pick up anything from the store, before you leave, make sure the cashiers pay you. Be it with sex, money, their undying servitude, anything. Just, make sure you don't make the mistake of giving them something in exchange for them giving you what you technically already own... it really wouldn't be ethical." She looks at you, all business. "Got it?"

As she had been talking, your meaty 'genital' had been pecking its way up her hole. Feeling her butt through her bulky back pockets, your eyes twinkle and meet her gaze. "Huh. You took the words right out of my mouth, you know that?"

"Not exactly what I'm here for, but I'm glad to be of use anyway, sir." She provides a grin of her own.

You slap her ass hard to quiet her. Then, with no protest from her, you plunge your manhood straight into her hole, sliding in effortlessly and with minimal friction. A hiss escapes her from in front of you and you wobble forward, causing her to waddle accordingly as you move to the carpeted area and start fucking her up the ass.

Clenching her teeth, Nancy holds on to a nearby clothing rack carrying a set of returned clothes as your pelvis slaps against her clothed butt. Harder and more grunt-inducing goes your thrusts, as you feel another part of her clenching around your thick and somewhat supernaturally charged spear.

So invested were you in this middle-of-the-day ass fucking that you neglected to notice the door sliding open and another handful of patrons walking in.

"Oh!" Nancy's head flipped backward, another smile, however grueling in appearance it may have been, prying through her face. "Hello, and welKUHH-HU-huumm, ugh! Ugh! Fuck! Ugh!"

The man that had walked in elbowed the pretty blonde next to him, her rich wavy hair spilling over her white, top frilled sundress as she turned to his impish grin. "Maybe you should try out for her position, Amanda. You said you were tired of the salon, didn't you? Wanted to 'make your butt useful'?"

He gets a sharp but lighthearted 'shut up' in return, though not before she gives another capricious look your way and rolls her eyes. They then continue walking, otherwise unfazed at your current anal investigation.

Not so fast, you think, aiming a finger at "Amanda".

With a snap, nothing happens at first. One of the cashiers thanks an old, cane-carrying man and wishes him a nice day. Then, you notice Amanda as she looks down at her top subsequently afterward and cup her breasts.

"You know, forget my ass." Squeezing her two generous orbs, the pretty, elegantly postured blonde doesn't seem to notice them expanding in her own palms as she addresses her partner, continuing to squeeze them through the fabric without a hint of shame. "How about these two pals of mine?" She alternates between pushing one and the other up then down, up then down. "They could be a bit exciting for you men, wouldn't they?" She smiles mirthfully as the guy's cheeks redden.

Let's just say his face ends up somewhere very, very pleasant while you return to ramming your dick up Nancy's butt.

"Ugh! Oh! Gawd!"

Grabbing her hips, you feel up her own body, grabbing her two tits and clasping them. "Eumph. Here. I. Come."

Smack!

Slam!

Smack!

"You ready, Nancy? I'm about to cum!"

Through harried breaths, the woman replies, "Of course! My butt is yours to enter as you wish, siiirrroooghhhshit!!"

When you pull out, splashes of cum emerge out of Nancy's butthole and, in turn, rear slit, trickling out to descend down her pant leg. You nod in contentment, giving her butt a tender caress with both hands and shaking your head. "Now that's what I call security."

A slightly exasperated Nancy, who apparently seems to have orgasmed herself, straightens and looks back at you. "What was that?"

But you wave it away, gesturing down. The blonde looks below at your exposed, still kicking cock. Her eyes return upward, and you see the understanding in her eyes. "Ah. Right away, sir." Swiftly she gets on her knees. You relax, leaving your eyes closed as she tends to your cock and cleans up the mess she left behind.

Technically you, sure. But she was the one who started it.

Okay, maybe that was you, too. But still. She didn't know that.

And as she licked up your still fresh and throbbing penis, you think to yourself how lucky you are to find a cute thing such as her willing to be both the store's current butt-slut and your personal dick swallower in conjunction. How open-minded of her indeed.

Wiping a hand against your jeans, your eye hitches up, casually perusing the section signs above. Several people seem to be gathered here, leafing through the number of things they had to offer. Cut-offs, sneakers, denim jackets, beanies, skirts and dresses and halter tops and hoodies. You brush your chin, wondering what someone like Stalin would do with this power. Erase capitalism from society, maybe. Sociopolitical upheaval. Self-destruct from the irony.

You push Nancy harder against your dick, and you feel the opening to her throaty walls tingling against your tip. Her gag reflex miraculously gives you some time of day as you let her linger there a while and shake your head. Meanwhile, she patiently sits at your feet, mouth impaled by your girthy extremity, eyes blinking around and occasionally drifting over to the entrance.

That would be such a waste, you think as you look back at Nancy then around the interior of the store. Then, upon a final twitch, you reach another climax and clutch a few extra strands of the woman's hair as you shoot a stream of sperm down her hardy throat. She swallows it all in no time. With some help from you, of course.

You let her go, leaving her in a fit of exasperated coughs, when suddenly, the door slides open again. The butt-slut and acting customer greeter wastes no minute in getting back to work.

"He-(hiccup)--lough. And," she winces, and an audible gargle can be heard before she swallows down something, and returns to her feet, managing a weak smile at the family just walking in before continuing raspily, "welcome. Ahem, sorry. Had something in my throat."

They greet her back then go on their way. You look at Nancy. She re-zips her ass slit, situates herself by the door, hands behind her, then turns, giving you a quick wink before turning back to face forward. You look with satisfaction at the new woman you hath created. That's a winning butt-slut attitude if you've ever seen one.