Violating Civil Liberties

26 year old Amber Grant was sitting in her office at XpressKart, looking at the female customers and fantasizing about which ones she wanted to "service". Amber--with her athletic figure, sugar hair, sapphire eyes and biscuit complexion--knew she could mostly attract anyone she wanted under normal circumstances. Unfortunately, staring at the customers was usually all the action she got short of leveraging her position for sexual favors.

In particular, she was focused on an attractive, tan, curvy, mid 30-something year old woman with brown eyes and a curly dark molasses chin length haircut in a sundress and flip flops who was not wearing a mask, trying to enter the store.

Meanwhile, Catherine Booth was hassling the 21 year old greeter Kenneth Salazar--a cinnamon complexioned college student with curly black hair--who was trying to convince her to put on a mask, his own mask leaving his face unreadable.

"You are violating my civil liberties!"

Ken remained polite.

"Ma'am, this is not a matter of civil liberties. Store policy requires that patrons wear a mask on the premises."

Catherine was indignant.

"Ma'am? How old do I look to you? Let me speak to your manager!"

Ken knew that his boss had other ideas today, and so he tried to stall.

"Perhaps I can have an employee retrieve a mask for you-"

Mz. Booth didn't let Ken finish.

"Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm Catherine Booth, and my stepdad owns this town!"

Ken tried to calm Mz. Booth down.

"Are you sure you wish to disturb the manager? Right now is her break."

Mz. Booth was insistent.

"MANAGER! NOW!"

Ken sighed. He had long since given up on attempting to reason with people of Ms. Booth's ilk.

...

"Ms. Grant, a customer by the name of Catherine Booth is here to see you."

Score. Amber let Catherine into her office.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I am the manager of this store. As you have probably figured out by now, unlike the United States, my store is a dictatorship."

Catherine remained indignant at being called "ma'am".

"I am only 34 years old, you little cunt! Do I look like a fucking MA'AM to you?!"

Amber decided to have a little fun at her unruly customer's expense.

"No. You look like a slut who needs to get laid. You sure as shit aren't acting your age, so I have every intention of calling the police and banning you from the store."

Catherine was caught off guard.

"Are you really going to make me go home to my daughter empty-han-"

Amber thought intently for a moment before interrupting. Catherine Booth was one hot mama. Amber removed her mask, then whispered to Catherine before she could complete her sentence.

"Actually, if you still wish for my services, you need to service me in return."

Catherine gulped as she realized the implications of what was being said.

"Rest assured, I intend on violating much more than your civil liberties."

Catherine frightfully tried to reason with the manager before her.

"Please, I have a little girl. You can't do this."

Amber ignored Catherine's pleas as she took a few steps towards her.

"My house. My rules."

Amber reached under Catherine's dress and teased her breasts and pussy with her hands, noticing that Catherine had not worn any undergarments.

"Did your step-daddy teach you to be a brazen little fuckpig? Or do you get off on indecent exposure."

Catherine felt herself get horny despite herself. Her pussy welled up with fluids and her nipples became erect. Catherine stammered through the truth before letting out a moan.

"I-It's not like that; I forgot to do laundry today. My lingerie is not very dryer-friendly. Nnnh!"

Amber continued to molest Catherine's now nude body, prompting Catherine to gasp and moan.

Despite herself, Catherine began to frig her clit as Amber felt her up.

Meanwhile, Ken stayed outside, realizing to his discomfort that he was turned on. Ken did have a crush on Amber, so hearing her "enjoy herself" turned him on.

Amber glimpsed Ken reaching for his pocket. She beckoned him in.

Catherine was in Amber's lap while their pussies rubbed up against each other.

Ken remained erect as Amber addressed him.

"Ken, if you want to be a little peeping-tom, you might as well do it in my office under my supervision. Go ahead. Drop your pants. Keep fapping."

Ken stood with his pants down before nervously stimulating himself again.

Catherine looked at Ken's erection, becoming aroused at the sight of its circumference, if not length. Catherine realized that she was becoming extremely aroused. Amber was correct to assume that Catherine hadn't gotten laid since divorcing her douchebag abusive and unfaithful husband, Clive Darwin. She found herself wondering out loud if Ken would cum in her face.

"Are you gonna jizz in my face?"

Ken paused uncomfortably while still holding his dick.

"Do you want me to do that?"

Catherine rubbed her pussy despite herself.

"M-My ex-husband never did that kind of thing."

Ken shrugged. Amber spoke up.

"Get on your knees, cunt."

Catherine got on her knees then rubbed Ken's cock until a jet of semen splattered her face. Catherine was then pushed down into an all-fours position and spread her legs.

Amber stroked Ken's cock to get it hard again. Mistaking his boss as coming onto him, Ken tried to initiate sex with Amber, only for Amber to interrupt him.

"Not right now, Ken. Right now is a time for customer satisfaction."

Ken hesitated as the tip of his erection brushed up against Catherine's thighs. He didn't want to hurt her, even if she had been rude to him. Nonetheless, Catherine stroked Ken's cock and licked it.

Sweat ran down Catherine's breasts as she got into a prone position and put her face into Amber's pussy. Ken rubbed his cock against Catherine's pussy, gently sliding in with very little resistance. Catherine found her hips grinding against Ken's, his pulsating cock slowly stirring the insides of her pussy as her thighs rubbed up against his crotch. Ken then inserted his cock as far into Catherine's pussy as possible before staying still for a few moments as Catherine reached a climax.

Catherine lacked feeling for a few moments before Ken released a jet of sperm into Catherine's pussy. Ken lay prone and rested his head on Catherine's shoulders.

Catherine caught her breath, then began crying.

Ken expressed concern.

"Are you okay, ma'am? I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Catherine rubbed her pussy.

"It's nothing... I just realized that I haven't cum that hard since college, let alone my divorce."

Catherine rubbed her ass against Ken's dick.

Ken's dick got hard again.

"Is that a request for me to have anal sex with you, ma'am?"

Catherine decided to tease the boy further.

"Why don't you drop the 'ma'am' bullshit, be a good little boy and ream my ass."

Catherine stood up and spread her ass cheeks. Ken stood behind Catherine, lifting up her left leg while inserting his cock in her ass. Amber leaned in and ate Catherine out as well.

While Ken pounded her ass, and Amber muff dove her, Catherine contemplated how her ex-husband had a massive penis, but was a severely disappointing sex partner. Who would have thought heiress Catherine Booth would enjoy being molested and degraded by two retail employees more than plain sex with her ex-husband? Catherine had never told anyone, but she had actually had fantasies of being degraded by retail employees.

Catherine felt her ass fill up with cum and her pussy leak arousal fluids. She stood still for a minute before noticing that Ken had sat down on the floor. She decided to sit in his lap and spread her pussy around his cock, knowing he was going to reengage her at some point. She was too horny to wait.

Ken then pulled Catherine down on his cock and pounded her snatch from behind while Amber had Catherine eat her out. Catherine slid on Ken's cock until he had frosted her entire pussy with cum. As Ken squeezed Catherine's breasts while she sat in his lap now facing him, Amber took a leak on Catherine's nude back.

Catherine jilled off, then wiped herself off. Then, Ken was about to put on his pants and go to the bathroom to take a leak. Amber locked the door before he could even put on the first leg.

"Amber? What the hell?! I have to piss like a race horse!"

"You also need to mark your territory, Ken. Her daddy may own the town, but we own her. Go on. Take your best shot."

Ken was hesitant. However, Catherine actually was aroused by the prospect of being drenched in the piss of her sex partners, and frigged her clit accordingly. Her ex-husband Clive would regularly drag her on top of him for sex, uncaring of her physical discomfort from said position. Yet, one of the few times they had sex in a different position--doggystyle in the shower which she had initiated--when Catherine realized her ex had to piss afterwards, she tried to convince him to give her a golden shower, but he refused. The bastard started to cheat on Catherine once he realized that she would fight tooth and nail against riding cowgirl. Catherine decided to verbally tease Ken while kneeling in front of him.

"You know, I used to love water-parks and splash-pads. I missed them during the early part of the pandemic. It's kinda lonely just using my own pool, especially because I'm a single mother."

Ken pinched the tip of his penis in an attempt to stop the flow of urine, but Catherine started to kneel in front of him and licked his penis, then directed the ensuing jet of piss all over her hair, breasts, belly and pussy before catching a good portion of it in her mouth, and swallowing it.

Ken felt himself become erect, albeit confused. Catherine proceeded to tease him, this time rubbing up against him with her back at a 75 degree angle towards him. This time, Ken was ready.

"I bet you love waterslides, Ken. I bet you love sliding down in a tube before splashing into the water."

Ken aimed his next stream at Catherine's back and ass, primarily her butterfly tramp stamp. Catherine moaned with pleasure.

"Ok, apparently pissing on a single mom and making her horny is something that turns me on. What the actual fuck?"

Catherine rubbed her pussy.

"Two can play that game, Catherine. You have a home pool? Does it have a hot tub? Does it have a cascade? How long does it take to fill? Do you use chlorine or saltwater?"

Catherine felt her pelvic muscles loosen; she was about to piss all over the floor. Noticing that Ken was rubbing his dick, she called out for him to take her.

"Oh, just fuck me already! You and I both know you'd love to fuck me again even if I was taking a piss!"

Ken obliged, thrusting in and out of Catherine's pussy from behind while piss gushed from her snatch until a mixture of jizz and piss covered their genitals.

Catherine proceeded to tongue-kiss Ken before handing him and Amber her number.

...

Six weeks later, Randall Booth looked out at the view from his office at the "Speakeasy Gin" distillery, the largest employer in the town of Wilkinson, Maryland. Randall had built the distillery from the ground up, having started as a mere bartender in Baltimore. When Randall had married Louise Woods, he had sworn to himself that Catherine, the girl who would eventually become his daughter would never, ever have to worry about financial insecurity like he had. Mind you, after Louise's death, there were some difficulties in his familial relationship with Catherine; this was partially because Catherine had married a used car salesman who didn't respect her, and while she had survived the divorce and retained custody of her daughter, Elle, the lawyers had nearly bankrupted her until Randall had gotten Catherine a job at the distillery, and she was still not as affluent as she used to be. Randall realized that his daughter didn't really like being a receptionist, but as much as he disliked that she wasn't happy with her job, neither of them felt that ending her employment was worthwhile.

However, today Catherine seemed to be particularly invested in getting work done and leaving early.

"Cate? What's the rush?"

Catherine didn't want to tell her stepdad what she was really up to, so she tried to make an excuse.

"I just feel like meeting up with some friends."

Randall shrugged. She wasn't a little girl anymore. It dawned on Randall that Catherine was possibly pregnant again, and was possibly meeting with the father. Randall hoped that it was someone who respected Catherine this time, and that he would be better than Clive.

Catherine decided to call Amber and Ken to meet up in a motel.

...

Catherine got on all fours in the motel shower-bath, her now pregnant belly and breasts brushing up against the floor of the tub. She rubbed her pussy until she was nice and moist before crouching on one knee. Then she began to suck Ken's dick, subsequently rubbing him off and taking his jizz in her hair while Amber ate her out. Ken proceeded to eat Catherine out from behind while she went down on Amber.

Amber then stood up, rubbed her pussy on Catherine's lower body, and gave Catherine a golden shower all over her snatch and legs, while Ken kissed and groped her, followed by Ken giving Catherine another golden shower drenching her from her hair to her feet.

Ken went on to bend Catherine over and slip his cock into her pussy, slamming their thighs against each other multiple times as Amber fingered Catherine's ass from the side, until Ken ejaculated and Catherine secreted.

Ken and Catherine rinsed off, then went over to the bed, where Catherine lay on her side as Ken fingered her while standing at the bed's edge. Subsequently, in the same position, Ken went on to anally penetrate Catherine while inserting ice into her pussy, again as she lay on her side. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Cheryl, the child supervisor Catherine had hired. Ken stopped so that Catherine could pick up the phone

"Just so you know, Ken, unless this is an emergency, we aren't even remotely finished right now, so I want you to keep going."

Cheryl spoke on the other line as Ken continued to ream Catherine's ass while Amber watched and touched herself.

"Catherine, where do you keep the Tuna? Elle wants a Tuna melt."

Ken stroked Catherine's inner thigh while listening to her answer, with both parties approaching an orgasm.

"Mmh. Pantry. Second top shelf. Left side. Mayo is right next to it. How are things otherwise?"

Ken massaged and kissed Catherine's breasts as she listened to Cheryl's recap of Elle's homework during orgiastic recovery. Catherine became horny, and stealthily spread her legs as Ken slid his dick into her still ice-stuffed pussy.

"Mhm. Glad to hear things are going well. Look, I'm a little in the middle of something at the moment, so we'll touch base later."

Catherine hung up, then straddled Ken's lap.

"Harder, Ken, Harder!"

Ken grabbed Catherine by her breasts and ass and pulled her down hard on his dick.

"You almost got us caught, Catherine. I should violate your civil liberties for that."

Catherine laughed at Ken's choice of words. Who would have thought that heiress Catherine Booth would be having an affair with a guy who had lectured her on wearing a mask?

"Then violate me, Ken! Violate my pussy hard!"

Ken shoved his dick as far as he could in Catherine's pregnant snatch, tingling her inner walls with his shaft and the melting ice cubes, rubbing her araeolae and causing her to lactate as they thrusted until their fluids coated each other's genitals.

Catherine thought to herself that compared to how her ex treated her, at least her new affair partners were actually invested in her, even if they started on hostile terms.