Fawn

Frank decides that the safest person to go with is Fawn. Plus that color shifting hair is entrancing. Fawn starts off at a brisk walk, with Frank on her heels heading away from the other groups towards an obvious bustling downtown area. The walk is short but Frank learns that she and the other women work at an experimental research facility, working on a project that sounds very similar to the portal that Frank just fell through that morning. He doesn't have much time to dwell on the information before they arrive at the store.

It's bright and fresh, and has several manikins in the window modeling different styles of swimsuits. The bell above the door dings gently as they push their way inside. The clerk behind the counter was average height with shortcut black hair and black lipstick. She gave a quick smile to Fawn and a slower smile to Frank as her eyes traveled down his body. “Hello”, she says brightly in a well-practiced customer service voice. “Are you here to pick up your order Miss Green?” she asks. With Fawns nod she gestures to the back “just give me a few minutes to go get it for you.” “It's up kinda high, could I beg your help tall sir?” She says, giving Frank a very focused look. “Please help me.”

Frank hesitates for a moment but nods his head in agreement and follows the clerk to the back of the store while Fawn busies herself looking at some new merchandise on display. The clerk leads the way to the stock room with a number of boxes on shelves with a small ladder to access the higher ones. Climbing the ladder the clerk goes up a few steps and then looks back over her shoulder. “Could you hold the ladder for me?” she asks of Frank. Frank heads over and grabs the ladder, holding it steady. The clerk's sexy ass sways in her yoga pants as she climbs the ladder. The clerk grabs the box and heads down, walking with her back to the stairs. Looking a bit wobbly, even though the box is small and does not look heavy. As she gets to Frank she lets out a small squeak as her foot slips and she falls forward, grinding her crotch into Frank's face.

The clerk drops the box the few feet to the floor and grabs onto Frank's head to hold her steady. The thin fabric of her yoga pants lets Frank get a perfect impression of the pussy that is pressed against his face. “Sorryy...” says the clerk with a hitch in her voice as she hangs onto Frank's head. Frank feels her clit starting to harden and push against his nose as her pants dampen slightly with his saliva and her pussy juices. The situation seems to pass through Frank's brain like a burst of lightning and seeming without thought he opens his mouth and clamps his teeth down on the clit that was pressing against his nose.

The clerk moans with pleasure and grabbing Frank's head tighter, grinds her pussy against his face. Her moans increase along with her grinding until she lets out a small scream as her pants try and drown Frank in a deluge of wetness. Growling deep in his throat, Frank reaches up and shoving his fingers into that wet fabric rips it open, exposing a pretty little pink pussy, glistening in the lights from overhead. The clerk squeaks in surprise at Frank's actions which quickly change over to something like a scream as Frank barriers his tongue deep in her dripping wet snatch. Frank moves his hands to the clerk's ass pulling her tightly towards his face as the clerk twines her fingers in his hair to **** him to keep licking her.

The scream in the clerk's mouth ventures forth with a warble as her hips gyrate against Frank's face. A deluge of steaming hot juices flows down her legs and Frank's face as she almost falls off the ladder in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Frank waits patiently for a few moments until the clerk's legs seem to regain their ability to stand then steps quickly away from her. Grabbing a handful of hair with one hand he drags her off the ladder and forces her to her knees in front of him. Frank quickly sheds his shorts and underwear and shoves his throbbing cock down the slutty little clerk's throat. Her black lipstick lips wrap around his cock like a second skin as she gags slightly on the sudden intruder inside her mouth. Frank slowly shoves his dick back and forth, giving the clerk a taste of what she caused with her inability to climb a ladder and grabbing her hair once again drags her the short distance to a small table that backs a couch for employees to take a break on.

Frank sweeps the purse and sheets of paper that sit on the table with one arm. The papers flutter to the floor while the purse crashes down, spilling its contents out. Neither Frank nor the clerk pay the objects any mind as Frank pushes the little slut onto the table, shoving her head down so her ass waggles in the air. The grunts and gasps coming from the clerk barely register in Frank's mind as he stares at that shifting dripping cunt. His mind tries to cry out something to him, that this is wrong somehow, but his painfully throbbing cock overrides that voice and he plunges it into that honey hole. It slides in easily, balls slapping against the hard nub of the clerk's clit.

Grabbing the sluts' shapely hips, Frank rams his cock in again and again. The screams of the slutty clerk match the contractions of her pussy as it squeezes his cock, milking it for all its worth. A river of juices pours out, making the small room reek of sex, driving Frank to a frenzied attack. Balls slapping wetly as the clerk screams again and again, held up only by the table and Frank's hands on her hips. After what seems like hours, but is probably only a few minutes Frank feels his orgasm build. The moment he realizes it's happening, it's too late to stop it, and grunting he rams his cock as deep as he can into the waiting pussy. He feels pump after pump as his balls drain themselves into the waiting orifice. Making Frank's mind flash with whiteness that blanks out all thought.

Panting, Frank slowly pulls his dick out of the sloppy mess that is now the clerk's pussy and steps back away from her, breathing heavily. The clerk's slutty pussy tries to hang onto as much of his cum as it can, but a large blob falls out and splats wetly on the floor below her. Stepping back from the clerk Frank swayed slightly on his feet. Something catches his attention and looking around he sees Fawn standing just inside the doorway to the backroom. Her eyes stare into Frank's, one hand on her breast and the other jammed under the front of her short skirt. Her mouth slightly agape as her hand on her skirt moves back and forth slowly.

What do you do next?