Under the register

The thought of being brought into the backroom, where you might not be able to escape if he tried to hurt you, meant that the best choice was to join the fat Indian at the register.

You sighed, walking around the counter and into the booth.

You look around the booth, seeing photos of the man with his family. He had a few grandkids by the look of it, and a wife too.

He watched you carefully as you walked over to him nervously.

"Get naked," the owner replied, staring at you.

"Buu..." you said, trying to interrupt.

"No buts, or I call the cops."

You quickly did as he said undressing quickly so you could get through with your part as quickly as possible, and avoid being seen.

You immediately tried to crawl under the booth, but yet again the man stopped you. Instead he chose to roughly grope your breasts, before sucking on them.

You tried to pull away, his treatment hurting you, but he ignored you, pulling you closer.

You moaned as one of his fingers entered your sex, using it to hook you in.

To the elderly man your mouth was now an open invitation to his tongue, which he now **** down your throat.

The taste of old Indian food, old people smell, and bad breath entered your mouth, assaulting your taste buds and senses with disgust. You tried to pull away to no avail, his finger still hooked inside your pussy, and now flicking your clit.

You were ashamed that his unwanted **** and invasion was beginning to turn you on. Your hands exploring his large body, grasping at his cock.

You now kissed back aggressively, fog clouding your mind once again.