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Authors: Scarlett Rain

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“Come on, you have to wake up now, hurry up.  I made some coffee, its right here.”  She moaned, rolling to her side.  When she did she reached out for him, pulling him back into the bed with her.  The coffee was soon forgotten about as she twined her body about his, her nipples rubbing up against his chest, and her thighs closing tightly about one of his legs.  His manliness was so hard; doing her was all he could think about.  The time drifted away from him, everything seemed to fade away and grow distant, everything but her and him, their bodies grinding and floating together in blissful pleasures. 

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He arrived to work late, but not by much.  Still, he had been warned about being tardy so many times, even if it were only five minutes.  The
ShopCo expected him to be more reliable, especially with his position being in management.  The District Manager gave him a warning, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to tolerate his night shift manager being late any longer.  It was either be on time or find another job.  Sam knew how difficult that would be, with the economy being so despairing.  So many people were out of work.  He definitely didn’t want to become one of those in the unemployment line trying to survive week to week.  That was a worse scenario than his current one, at least in his mind it was.  Still, he knew he could survive better than what he was, not living the way he was too.  But, he stayed in it, pretending day in and day out.

 

He was so tired of living such a hard life, but no one could say he wouldn’t at least work.  Even he knew that about himself.  Having been humbled all his life, ever since landing in an orphanage as just a small child, he’d always struggled to find a place to fit in.  He’d grown tired of the beatings from some of his foster families, but he’d held his own, sucking it up and coping as best as a child could.  He’d carried that same mentality over into his young adult life as well.

 

Standing at the register, ringing up the last customer coming through, his mind drifted back to that very dissatisfying childhood.  Looking back now, he finally was coming to realize that all he had ever known were the crude orphanages and some of the horrid foster homes.  He had good memories too, but the horrible ones stuck out more than any others.  It gave him the chills just thinking about how hard it had been as a kid trying to grow up, trying to find his own little niche in society with other kids his age.  Of course, those times were long gone and the days of being abused were far behind him.  Now he had become right the opposite.

 

Some had balked at him, called him names, made horrible and had made fun of him.  Still, one of the most precious things that he’d had then; and of which, he realized he had now was his ability to feign indifference.  Through it all he had always been likable, despite the hard upbringing.  His looks gave him a homerun to success, but as yet nothing had materialized for him; nothing but the ShopCo, and the bar he worked at as well, and his life changing moment a few years back.  Yet, through all the hell he’d been put through, that he was still going through, he was thankful for what he had and what he was trying to achieve. 

 

The women, well they were another story entirely.  He supposed, somewhere deep inside of himself he had a view of women as something for him to just take advantage of.  So many of them had treated him wrongly in his young years, so much so that he was to the point he really had very little respect for them.  They were his toys, his adult blow up dolls for him to fuck anytime he damn well pleased; at least that is how he felt about it most days.  All in all, females, for him, were something that simply took the edge off, kind of like an alcoholic with booze.  He didn’t feel he was hurting anyone, but he knew he had to stop taking advantage, leading so many women on. 

 

The next customer in line was an attractive blonde head with nice, ample breasts to go along with her face.  He could almost imagine himself shoving his face between them, caressing the lovely mounds in between his hands while his mouth and tongue lavished them.  He could almost taste her already.  He felt himself rising and tried to stop it, thinking of the costs of her items instead. 

 

“That’ll be $55.74 Miss.”  She smiled at him as she pulled out her large billfold, counting out bills and then handing them to him.  To him, she seemed to lean in just a bit closer, pulling her blouse tauter across her protruding breasts.  He couldn’t help but notice, after all, he was a man, and he did have needs.  When she spoke, her voice was like velvet flowing forth from her silky soft lips.  They glistened under the florescent glow of the store lighting. 

 

The shimmer caused him to lick his own lips, and he could stop imagining his mouth pressed against hers and his tongue entering her wet cavern of delight.  He almost groaned standing in front of her.  God, he needed something, someone to take the edge off. 
Fuck, I sound like some paranoid schizophrenic in need of my next prescription dosage.  What the hell is wrong with me?
  He ran his hands through his hair and across the span of his shoulders, stretching back to ease the buildup of tension in his back, but he already knew it was going to take more than a languid stretch to get his rigid manhood to go back down in his pants. 

 

“Did I give you enough hun?  I mean, if it isn’t I can always give you some more, or you know…if you’d like something else, maybe after you get off work?”  The offer was tempting, but he was in no position to take her up on it, no matter how badly he wanted too.  Or was he?  After all, there was no one else in the store, so he could easily lock the door for a quick 10 minutes, take her in the back and give her the ride of her life. 

 

Closing the register and handing her the change, he let his fingers glide across the underside of her wrist and almost laughed when he noticed her visible shudder of excitement.  She smelled good too, and he did enjoy women who practiced good hygiene.  He seemed to forget all about the female he’d taken home the night before.  For just a few moments, they simply looked at one another, him summing her up in just that moment.  He could tell that she liked it rough and that was a good thing, it was exactly what he needed.

 

“So darling, how long are we going to stand here just staring at one another?  I mean, if you want to fuck me I’m free right now, and I don’t know if it is the night air or what it is that has come over me, but I’m just emboldened right now.  What do you think?”  Sam didn’t need any more persuasion, and jumping over the side of the counter, he circled around her, allowing his crotch to come into direct contact with her fingertips.  It felt good, feeling a woman’s hand pressing against him, specifically hers, even though he didn’t know who the hell she was.  He took her by the hand, escorting her around the counter and back to the storage room, because at that given time, he simply didn’t have a care in the world. 

 

Leaning her back against the wall, he pressed hard against her, kissing the side of her neck before moving to her mouth.  She was more than willing and spread her legs wider for him, taking his hand in her own and easing it under her short skirt.  He could feel her steamy wetness through her silk panties, and he teased her clit with his fingertips, swaying it back and forth, while enjoying how big it was getting under his touch.  Her breath blew in his ear as he worked her body, squeezing her huge breasts at times, and licking at them through the thin fabric of her blouse. 
Damn she smelled delicious; he could have eaten her up all night long.  If only I had the time to really give her a working over!

 

“Don’t hesitate baby, you know you can do whatever you want cause I’m horny as hell anyway.”  Her voice purred into his ear, making him harder than ever.  When her fingers fluttered to his zipper, releasing it and sliding his pants down to his ankles, along with his BBD’s, his manhood sprang forth to greet her.  She wasn’t one to hesitate and she immediately began stroking him, sometimes hard, sometimes even harder than the last.   His breath had grown erratic, and he gyrated towards her, even thrusting against her hand which she worked on his manly meat so well.

 

“Oh my sugar, you are in desperate need of some relief here aren’t you?”  He didn’t say a word as she worked her way down his body.  When he felt the head of himself enter the warm depths of her mouth he thought he was going to cum right then and there, but somehow he managed to hold off.  She moved up and down the length of him, all the while with him pushing her head harder against him.  She teased his scrotum as she worked him in her mouth, sucking the head of him harder than the rest.  It was one of the best oral jobs he’d had yet.

 

He could feel himself slide down her throat as she positioned her mouth to take him further.  He’d often wondered how some women could do that, but as she slurped her way up and down him repeatedly, he couldn’t have given a damn.  He simply released his thoughts and allowed his body to go with the flow.  Surprisingly, she stopped right before he came, moving back up his body, and teasing his hardness with her hand.  He had yet to say a word since they’d started their little secretive rendezvous. 

 

He didn’t want to wait any longer, and turning her away from him, forcing her to the ground, he entered her from behind, sliding into her with ease.  He supposed it was that animal instinct he had, but he kept himself from ramming her harder than she would have been able to handle.  Still, he could tell she’d been screwed many times over because she definitely wasn’t tight like some of the women he’d been with the past month, but she was still snug around him, and as he slid his manliness in and out of her wetness, he couldn’t stop his own pleasurable moans from escaping him.  She begged him to move harder and faster, which he happily obliged.

 

Soon, the sounds of their fucking filled the small, closed in storage area.  He loved grasping her hips and pushing her back hard against him as he came forward. Sometimes he simply buried himself deeply within her, moving himself in a circular motion inside of her and obviously hitting all the right places as she moaned and writhed beneath him.   As he reached closer to the pinnacle of completion he found himself pounding her harder, calling out some other woman’s name, but she didn’t complain, not once.  When they finished, she simply stood, straightening her clothes and smiling at him all the while. 

 

“That was good baby, thanks for that.”  He blushed self-consciously, all the while thinking it wasn’t like him to do that in front of a woman, but the situation was really dawning on him what had just happened.  He had just screwed some woman he didn’t even know and worse yet, he hadn’t even used a glove.  Still, though he knew that was pretty extreme, he didn’t see anything wrong with it.  His friends, on the other hand, well if they knew they would certainly see a helluva lot wrong with it.  But, he didn’t plan on telling them anything anyway.  His thought was that what he did in his life was his own business, and that is how he liked to keep it. 

 

He watched her get in her car out in the dark parking lot, not far from the glass doors.  She waved at him and he waved back.  He didn’t even know if he would ever see her again, but it didn’t really matter.  He’d already had her so what did he really care about having any relationship with her anyway?  She was so easy and not a woman he could see himself with even 6 months from then.  Still, she’d been a decent fuck buddy for sure, and she had eased his stress. 

 

Going back to the counter, he stood, going over the tasks he needed to complete before the next shift came in.  He had about an hour to go and figured he could get it all done in that time.  After that, it was off to take a nap at home before heading out to his second job, a job which agreed with him for the time being.  It was much better than working at the ShopCo anyway. 

 

Sam could feel his blood running hot and glancing at the surveillance camera he didn’t want to get that on tape at all, it was just too suspicious.  He ran his fingers through his hair interlocking his hands together as he kept his back to the camera.  His cock was still semi-hard and all he could think about was satiating his needs.  The sex with the strange woman had been good, but he needed more, he wanted to kill and he didn’t know how to shut it off.  He was obsessing, he knew that, could feel it.  He could also feel her come into the store too.  She vanquished any thought of the other woman he had just fucked.  Her face was slowly dissolving away from him.

 

He turned slowly, feigning disinterest at first, but after a minute or two he couldn’t help but try and track her down by her scent.  She smelled like sweet flowers on the open prairie, and her hair was pulled up into a high pony tail that flounced around when she moved.  She must have felt his eyes on her because she was at the counter before he could even inhale again.  Her eyes glowed and her lips turned down a little.  He took it as disgust and became immediately on guard.

 

“Are you stalking me sir?”  He laughed, trying to play it off as best he could. 

 

“Now, how could I do something like that Ma’m when I haven’t even moved from this spot since you came in?”  She leaned in to him, her aroma becoming stronger.  His body was responding too and he only hoped she wasn’t noticing it.  He wanted her so badly, to join with her.  He could hardly believe that he wanted a vampire, a species that he was supposed to hate with a passion, but looking into her eyes, he could see no hostility there.  He smiled, something that was involuntary for the first time ever.

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