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In The Wake of a Nymphomaniac
By John Morrison
I was on my way home from work. It was just after six in the evening. I was a few blocks from home, my wife would hopefully have dinner ready soon. The radio switched to commercials, so I started cycling through the preset channels. Nothing good. I came to a red light. I sat behind a few other cars. I happened to look down and see that the gas tank was nearly empty. I checked behind me, and then flipped on my blinker and accelerated into the turn lane, around the cars waiting in front of me. I pulled into the gas station. I turned a wide circle, lining up with the pump. I put it in park and put on the emergency brake, then pulled the key out of the ignition. I opened the door, and stepped up and out of my sedan. It was probably ninety degrees. I pulled my wallet from my back pocket, and found my debit card. I swiped the card in the slot. The pump beeped at me, and I pressed the button for regular. I grabbed the hose, and turned around. I opened the hatch, then unscrewed the gas cap. I pushed the hose in and squeezed the trigger, sliding the lock in place. I had the strange feeling that someone was looking at me. I quickly looked up. No more than twenty feet in front of me there was a young woman staring at me. She was fueling her own car. She started to smile and blush. She looked down at her red car. I did the same. She was cute, probably twenty years old I would guess. She had long straight brown hair, with some highlights. I just saw her upper half. She was wearing a tight t-shirt. She really did look like the girl next door. Not like an amazingly hot blonde that’s also a gymnast, she looked pretty normal, but pretty. I glanced up again, and she was looking at me again. I smiled unconsciously. She had probably b-cup breasts compressed under her white t-shirt. We had a strange few seconds of looking at each other. She was blushing, I probably was too. Then she blew a kiss at me. This girl was probably half my age, and she was checking me out. The handle clicked and recoiled in my hand, surprising me. I think I reacted to it too much. I looked back up at her, and she was laughing at me. I smiled and looked back down. I pulled the hose out and put it back into the holster. I screwed the gas cap back into place and swung the door shut. A receipt printed out and I grabbed it. I pulled the keys back out of my pocket and opened the door to my car. I sat down and pushed the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine came to life. I sat there a second. I pushed the button to reset the mileage. The radio was still on commercial. I turned the radio off. I looked to my left and reached for my seat belt. Then I was startled by a knock on the window. I quickly looked back to my right. The woman was bent over, looking at me and smiling. I stared at her for a second. I wasn’t really thinking. “Are you going to unlock the door?” I hit the button near my door handle, unlocking the doors with a mechanical thud. She opened the door and sat down beside me, handing me my briefcase that was lying in the chair. I put it behind her seat and looked back at her.
“Hi,” my voice was kind of garbled, not really making noise. I cleared my throat. “Hi,” I said again. She had a skirt on that went almost to her knees. She had long smooth legs.
“Shhhhh.” She reached for my pants. Her small delicate hands unbuttoned my pants and slowly pulled my zipper down. I looked back at her and she was biting her lip. Her red lipstick was bright. She looked back up at me, with her green eyes, as her hand slipped inside my pants. Her hands rubbed against my cock that was now getting hard. She pulled the top of my boxers down enough for her hand to grab the base of my hardening cock and pull it free. She grasped the base of my cock, squeezing it hard. She leaned down, her hair obscuring her face from view. I put my hand on her back. I felt her warm soft lips lightly kiss the head of my cock. Her tongue darted out and ran circles around me. Her mouth opened and took the head inside. She sucked on me, her head going down on me. Her hot wet mouth pleasured me. I moaned without thinking, leaning back. Her tongue surrounded one side of my cock, her lips almost to the base. She pulled her mouth back off. She looked up at me, smiling widely. She stroked me very quickly with her hand. I was sitting their with my jaw dropped. She started laughing at me, then turned back down to my cock. She quickly thrusted her head up and down, her tongue and lips caressing me. She sucked hard, her cheeks compressing. She kept moving her whole head up and down. My cock felt like it was going to explode. She reached down, placing her hand on my cock right in front of her mouth. She stroked with her hand while she sucked me off. I was breathing faster now. I put my left hand on top of her head, resting it there. She pulled her mouth off again, this time for just for a breath it seemed. She stroked me hard and fast, then pushed her wet mouth down again. I was really in shock at this point, too much so to really be aware and to think. I put my head back, looking at the ceiling. I was about to pop. I should have warned her, but I wasn’t really thinking about it. My chest jerked forward, my eyes wide and looking down at her as I came. My cock splattered the inside of her mouth with cum. She kept on sucking. Her lips brushing against my head, her hand still stroking down my shaft. She continued to suck for a moment. She leaned back, sitting up beside me. She was smiling. I looked at her in shock. “You’re welcome,” is all she said before opening the door and walking away. I stared at her as she walked back to her car. When she got to her door she looked back at me. I was staring. She motioned for me to go. I suddenly realized that I should probably drive off. I started the car and pulled out. I got to the stop light and waited for a green. I looked up and saw her in the mirror behind me. She was still smiling at me. The light turned and I drove on. She followed me. After several turns I was positive that it wasn’t a coincidence. I pulled into my driveway, and looked behind me. She drove by my driveway, looking at me. She just kept going. I got out and walked into my house. I could smell dinner.
In The Wake of a Nymphomaniac
By John Morrison
It was almost closing time. I work at Target, in the electronics department. I’ve worked here since junior year. Just one more summer then college. Electronics isn’t much different than working in any other part of the store. Make sure everything is in nice neat little rows, nothing out of place. I have to unlock the video game case for a customer every once in a while, that’s about it. We are about to close, so I have all my projects for the night taken care of. I am leaning against the camera case behind the register, waiting for time to go by. A woman walks up with a dvd. “Can I check out here?” she asks
“Yeah sure,” I say. I quickly punch in my employee number into the register. I pick up the dvd and scan it, and put it in a bag. I tell her the total and she hands me a twenty. I push the twenty button and the drawer pops open. I count out her change and hand it to her followed by the bag.
“Thanks.” And she walks away.I lean back against the register. A girl walks up and looks into the game case. I walk up next to her. “Can I help you with anything?” I ask her. She glances over at me. She turns toward me and looks me over toe to head. When her eyes meet mine she smiles.
“Is there a backroom or something?” She asks, quietly.
“You mean, like, the stock room?” I ask.
“I guess so,” She says.
“Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?”
“Can I,” She steps closer to me, “look around in there?”
“umm, not really,” I start to say, she leans a little closer and kisses the air with her lips while looking at me, “sure why not.”
I pull the stock room keys from my pocket and lead the way. Target has a separate stock room for electronics only that is separate from the main stock room. In fact, other than the ones in the office, I have the only key to the stock room. She follows me and I push the key into the door handle, opening it. I push it open and she walks inside. I look around real quick then follow in after her. I have a walkie talkie, so if they can’t catch us off guard. The stock room is just a really long room that has boxes to the twenty foot ceiling with a ladder in the aisle. “Am I allowed back here?” She asks me. She has straight hair that is almost black in color. She has a blouse on that shows a little bit of cleavage for c-cup tits.
“No,” I reply.
“Do we have a lot of time?” she asks.
“Well, if no one goes to electronics we could have twenty minutes.” I respond. She is wearing khaki colored Capri pants, the kind that cut off halfway down her calf. Her hips were really nice looking. She reached into her pocket.
“Here, lets do this,” She said, putting a condom in my hand. My jaw dropped. ‘Damn’ I thought. I was hoping to make out with her. I took the condom and held it up, looking at it. “How old are you?” She asked.
“Eighteen,” I said. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” she said. She was smiling widely at me. I grabbed her hand and walked back to the end of the aisle. The floor was concrete and there were two shopping carts full of boxes blocking the aisle. Once we got back there I pulled my pants down. I struggled to tear the wrapper, finally I resorted to biting it and pulling it open. She yanked my boxers down. My seven inch cock was hard already. She stroked me once. “You’re ready,” she said matter-of-factly. I unrolled the condom and pushed it over my cock. She grabbed the end of it and pulled it back until it was firmly around me. With that done, she turned around, she put her hands on a shelf, bracing her self. I tugged on her pants, bringing them down to her knees. She had white panties with pink hearts on them. I tugged those down, revealing her bare white ass. She apparently wasn’t one of those fake tan girls, her ass was pretty white compared to the parts of her I could see before. She was leaning forward, shoving her ass out behind her. I grabbed my cock and held it up between her cheeks, pushing it against her lips. “Fuck me hard,” She said. She was trying to get me going, like I wasn’t going to fuck her or something. I grabbed the front of her hips, and pulled shoving my cock deep inside of her. “Oh,” let out I high pitched moan. I pulled back and pushed all the way in, my body smacking against her ass. She felt so tight, her hot pussy around me. I reached my right hand up inside her shirt. I kept pumping my cock inside of her. My right hand came up to her bra, and I squeezed her glorious tit. She was moaning loudly. I reached around with my other hand to rub her pussy. My pants around my ankles, her butt just exposed enough to fuck, we fucked right there in the stock room. I pounded her faster and as hard as I could. Her whole body rocked against my thrusts, her hands pushing the shelf back and forth. “Yes, yes yes,” she screamed. I kept thrusting. “Don’t stop, ohh fuck, OHH,” She continued. “I’m cumming!”
“That was quick.” I said, still fucking her. She stopped pushing back, her ass giving way to my thrusts, as she semi-collapsed against the shelf of boxes. I could hear her panting. She turned around. Her face was bright red. She leaned against me.
“Thanks,” She said, our faces almost touching, her arms around me. She pushd her soft lips against mine. Her tongue slightly parted my lips and entered my mouth. She moaned. She leaned back, my cock was stuck between us, pointing skyward. She stared at me, my mouth hanging open. She slowly knelt down, her eyes on mine the whole time. Her hand found my cock, stroking me slowly. Her mouth descended to my head and lapped quickly. She sucked on my head like a lollipop, stopping to lick around it, the whole time her hand stroked me hard and fast. I was getting closer. She kept stroking really fast.
“I’m going to come soon,” I warned her. She stopped, and stood up.
“Blow it on my ass,” She said seductively. No arguments here. She turned around, resuming her position. I yanked off the condom. Her pants had wriggled down exposing her thighs. I grabbed my cock and stroked it fast. Her white ass and semi-tanned thighs, bent over, inviting me. I moaned loudly, blowing my load on her butt. I was panting when I finished. She just pulled her panties and pants back on over my jizz. “Thanks,” She started, then looked down at my name tag, “Evan.” She walked away, back out into the store. I waited a minute, then walked back out, she wasn’t in sight. I didn’t even know her name. Five minutes later the store closed and I left. I looked all over the parking lot, but I didn’t see her. I drove home.
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