Adventure at the Op Shop

I started my shift at 10am and placed myself behind the counter. As always it was really quiet. Usually there are clothes to tag and hang but this day there were none, so my mind started to wander.

I was thinking of the day before, spent with you. Naked but for my collar and lead, on my knees, I took you deeper and deeper into my throat; on my back as you sucked, licked and fingered; on all fours as you took my pussy and then my arse.

We decided to record the audio for you to listen to while jerking off. The sound of spanking and me gasping, my moans, my cries as you took my arse, you swearing at me, calling me all kinds of dirty things and me breathlessly saying yes, you're right.

... and then the climax as you blew deep inside me, groaning loudly and swearing more. It was all rushing through my head, and I was so excited at the prospect of you jerking off to the audio, was desperate to know if you'd done it.

I let out a loud sigh. Just as I did, one of the paid staff was walking past with a trolley of bric a brac.

"Why don't you clear out the change rooms? We didn't get to them yesterday."

So off I went.

A little later, my arms full of clothes and I noticed a blouse had fallen off its hanger. I awkwardly bent over to get the blouse and suddenly I noticed a hand stroking my arse. Then I got a hard spank.

It gave me such a shock, I slipped onto my knees. I was faced with a rock-hard cock almost bursting out of a pair of beige chinos.

With my arms full of clothes, I couldn't touch, so I nuzzled him, moving my nose up and down his cock. Then he unzipped and took it out, so I opened my mouth. It was beautiful, not huge but definitely satisfactory.

I started by tonguing his head, round and round. Then I moved my head to take his whole member. First, I just went up and down the shaft, making him think he was just getting a regular blow job.

Then I came out, licked the length of his shaft and sucked his balls. His legs began to shake, and I thought 'you just wait'. I took him in again and this time I took him in all the way into the back of my throat. I held as long as I could.

When I came out to breathe, I asked: "do you like that?"

To which he replied, "No one has ever deep throated me before."

Then I did it again and again and again.

After a while I asked, "What about face fucking?"

"No."

"We'll fix that then. Just grab my hair and bang like hell. Be deep inside when you're ready to cum."

So, he started, so tentatively at first that I had to take my mouth out and say, "fucking go for it."

And he did and there I was, hands full of clothes, whole body shaking as my face was fucked. Then he unloaded and down his cum went from my throat into my belly.

I'm a modest woman, I don't think I'm a gift to manhood. But I must say that the look of ecstasy on his face was quite something.

The feminist over the submissive won out at that moment and, after so many selfish men, I decided that he would reciprocate.

"Wait for me at the counter. I'm not done with you yet".

He trotted off and I wondered if he actually would. Then I put the clothes away.

When I got back to the counter, there he was. To be honest I was surprised.

I said: "Come behind here and get on your knees."

Which he did. But he was passive, knelt there like he was praying. There's a lot to say about that but this is not an essay on gender politics. Clearly, he needed instructions.

"Pull down my pants... to my ankles. Yes, panties too."

He was beside himself, so I decided to help by spreading my own legs.

"Eat my clit like you're starving."

So, he went at it. I'd been thinking about the idea of self-control, about you taking me to a restaurant with a vibrator inside which you control. Could I really maintain my composure?

Now was the time to try, so even though my bottom half was writhing, from the waist up everything looked fine.

"Fingers" I said.

He tentatively put one in. It's not my way but I got cranky and growled a little.

"I said fingerS, plural."

He put two in which made me happy for a while. But ultimately, I am one of the 20% of women who need penetration so ordered him to put in a third.

"Do for my pussy what I did for your cock," I said.

My legs were shaking, pussy juices running down my legs.

"I've noticed you've got another hand." I commented.

"What are you going to do with it?"

It took a moment, I wondered if I'd be disappointed and have to explain but then he said it.

"Your arse."

I felt like giving him a round of applause.

"Swap hands" I said.

"Use my pussy juices as lube, I want three fingers in there too."

With my arse being taken, everything went to another level. I moved forward, to the counter, my hands gripping its surface. He moved with me, sitting on the floor licking my clit and fingering my holes.

I'd like to say I held it together and my arms weren't shaking but that's just a hope... I'm an honest woman so I'll admit that I don't know. I climbed up and up until yes! the glorious peak.

Satisfied, I told him to stop.

"Put your fingers in your mouth, to remember me."

He looked rather horrified but after he did it said, "That tasted amazing."

"Of course," I replied.

"The human body is delicious."

He wanted my number, but I said no.

"You're sweet enough but to be honest you're a moment of fun. The most important role you'll play in my life is as a character in a story for the man I really want. My happiness is giving him endless pleasure."