pussy under glass

You move your seat closer to the one Maddy has taken behind one of the small glass-topped tables your sunglass salesman, Kent, has directed you to. You remind her of the dire consequences if she does not follow and obey your every whim.

The woman nervously nods,and nods again as you instruct her on what to do when Kent comes back to the table to fit her new sunglasses. You see her tremble a little at the thought of what you are going to have her do. You are not sure anymore if it is because of worry or the fucklust you have been instilling in her.

Kent Clark comes back from the storage area with a box containing a brand new pair of the sunglasses you picked for Maddy. He looks like he's regained his cool from your earlier conversation.

The thirty-something salesman does a classic doubletake when he seats himself across from Maddy and notices, through the glass tabletop, that Maddy's denim miniskirt has pulled to near her hips and her smooth, bald pussy is revealed to him.

"Something wrong, Kent?" you purr as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand as your elbow is propped close to Maddy as you watch him work.

"Uh, no ma'am," he answers, afraid of another confrontation with you. He does look over to you when he answers, though. Besides your cleavage showing through the gap in your chamois halter, he notices your diagonally cut suede skirt reveals all of one tanned leg and your split peach of a pussy as well.

Your view through the tabletop shows a growing bulge in the crotch of his khaki dress slacks. You watch intently as he places the sunglasses on Maddy's face. As instructed, the woman leans in, her chest threatening to spill out of the corset-like confines of the vintaged denim tubetop onto the table before her.

This is not lost on Kent as you watch his eyes dart down to the deep cleavage presented before him. As he glances there, he sees some movement beneath Maddy's side of the table. Your nimble right hand is on Maddy's bared pussy, stroking the smooth bare skin above her distended labia.

Kent tries to pretend he's seen nothing and goes about adjusting Maddy's glasses. You know better and slip your middle finger into the flowering folds of Maddy's snatch, pumping it in and out. You see his stolen glances and know he is enjoying every moment. He sits back for a moment,pretending to check the glasses' fit, and watches Maddy try to hide her excitement as you add one, then another, finger, to her juicing slot. You, meanwhile, see a throbbing ridge in his slacks' crotch and even a little dark spot where his cockhead would be.

"Are you about done, Kent?" you ask, bringing your hand up above the table and resting your head in both of them, elbows on the glass. You pretend to absently suck on the fingers that were just diddling the middle-aged woman's twat.

"Uh..yes" he says, not able to comprehend anything but the show you've just put on before him.

"Because we notice you haven't come yet," you say casually, as if you were talking about the weather.

Kent looks flustered again, but does not move.

"Maddy's willing to take care of that problem for you, if you take care of the glasses bill for us," you smile. Madeline lowers her head, ashamed to be used like this.

"Uh, I don't.." the blond salesman tries to stop what seems about to occur.

"Thank the man, Maddy!" you say, making eye contact with the woman and pressing your hand on her bare back.

As both you and Kent watch the woman dutifully push back her chair and get down on her hands and knees in her tight denim outfit, you grasp his big, strong hand in yours and massage it gently over the tabletop. The man looks from your teasing eyes to the woman underneath the table. He is not going anywhere.

You both watch as Maddy undoes his zipper and wrangles Kent's hard, dripping dick out of his boxers. The woman licks his trembling tumescence slowly, going from the peehole to the shaft's end, and everywhere in between. Maddy then proceeds to engulf the purpling helmet and push it slowly down her throat, sliding her tongue around the shaft as it advances.

"Omigod!" he exclaims softly, in response to both Maddy's tongue and the fact that two prospective customers have entered the store.

You both watch as they seem oblivious to what's going on as they look at the sunglasses. You snicker at the face he makes as the couple turns to leave. You never saw a person look so relieved.

You and Kent turn your attention back to Maddy. She is now staring at Kent from below the table, shucking his cockshaft she licks at the head.

Neither of you notice the strawberry blonde nearly ten years Kent's junior enter the store and come up behind him. "I'm back from my break, Kent!" she coos as she runs her hand along his back. She looks over his shoulder, through the glass. "Oh my God!"

The sudden shock of his associate showing up behind him causes Kent to shoot cum wildly, spraying both Maddy and the tabletop. Viscous mancream drips from Maddy's glasses as well as the bottom of the glass tabletop's bottom.

"Kent! What in the world do you think your doing?" the pretty young salesgirl asks, aghast. "Do you want to get us both fired?"