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Subject: Title story: "Stockroom Stroking" Author: INCEST MAN 64280346
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Date: Mon, 09 Jan 2006 04:01:18 +0000
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Stockroom Stroking by conrad_jet If at first you don't succeed, try something
else. Oscar had been trying for weeks to get Linda's attention. She worked in
the department opposite his in the store they shared employ with. She was five
feet six seven inches tall. Smooth caramel skin, with not a blemish on the coat
she had long wavy black hair and deep brown eyes, which sparkled in the defused
florescent light that bathed them from above. A small oval face, cherry red lips
almost scarlet at times, those times when she wiped her tongue across them, in
his eyes she was the perfect woman for him and he wanted her. Linda knew Oscar
wanted but to fuck her but to fuck her she demanded that that person be really
good and she didn't see that in Oscar at all, even though his intentions were
good. Oscar moved across the tiled floor slowly, silently smiling as he
approached her. Linda smiled back, already trying to think of an excuse to avoid
him but none came by the time he greeted her. "Hi," she said, in response to his
greeting. "What're you up to?" "Not much Oscar." He liked to hear her say his
name. "Hey I have to go get some stock from the back," she said starting away.
"I'll come with." Liking a person, really liking them and rejecting them was
hard but she didn't know how to tell Oscar that he couldn't handle her.
Demanding, very demanding, Linda knew the only way a man could really conquer
her was if he had a big dick and used it fast and hard. Looking at Oscar, she
didn't see the possibility that his dick could be more than five and a half
inches in length. It was true that some little men did have surprisingly large
dicks but for some reason she didn't think of Oscar as one of them. Entering the
stock room, following closely, watching her rear roll each time she took a step
Oscar could feel his penis bulging in his underwear. He licked his lips. Linda
wore a black skirt that was mid thigh and a black blouse. Underneath was the
required bra and under but under the skirt was nothing. Into the alcove where
the ladder was kept she took hold of the handle to pull it back and felt Oscar
behind her. He had a hard on. It was small as she suspected. Oscar took a breath
and held his ground as she backed against him, trying to pull the ladder out
from the alcove. Linda started to turn she'd set him straight this time. If it
meant shouting at him, she'd do it but she was going to make it clear he was not
going to ever get a chance to "I'm going to fuck you!" He hissed in her ears,
holding her from turning around. Linda was thirty pounds heavier than Oscar. She
was thick, well proportioned in her thickness still she could not turn. Oscar
held both hands against the ladder handle and pressed against her butt feeling
the cushion rub against his dick getting him even harder. Her ponytail hung over
the left shoulder, giving him easy access to her neck. Leaning forward he kissed
the back of her neck, sucking on the flesh, savoring the taste of it with his
tongue, his teeth occasionally scrapping the smooth flesh. Linda felt a chill
rush to her core. She liked the feeling of his tongue against the side of her
neck, behind her neck and on the other side. She liked the way he sucked the
flesh in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and the way his teeth joined in
the teasing. Oscar's eyes were closed now, as he moved his hand down and lifted
her skirt up on her hips. Running his hands back up her sides, around to her
breasts he squeezed them and they both moaned softly, neither thinking that
someone could enter the stock room. Unless someone entered the alcove they
couldn't be discovered but someone could hear them if the sound was loud enough.
Quickly undoing his belt, dropping his pants and underwear he was again leaning
against Linda's ass, pressing his dick against in, feeling the butt crack and
wanting his dick in it but he could wait. Moving down on his knees he kissed
both cheeks before sliding his tongue from anus down to her pussy and back up.
He wished she was naked but that would have to do. Taking both cheeks firmly in
hands, his face twisted in anger, he pried them open and shoved his dick into
her pussy. It was wet and hot, so wet that his dick slipped in easily. His dick
slipped in easily and Linda didn't like it but she was willing to end the
moment. She wouldn't be surprised if in a few minutes his dick was out and he
was gasping. Good start but the equipment was lacking. Hands on her shoulders,
Oscar started stroking her slowly pulling her back against him each time he came
forward, at one point leaning to whisper into her ear. He whispered, "You like
this fuck yet?" He pulled back, his hands sliding down to her waist for better
leverage as his thrusts into her pussy came faster, harder and deeper, forcing
Linda to grip the ladder tighter for support. The top of the ladder banged
against the wall. It hit it each time Oscar's pelvis kissed Linda's ass, harder
and faster each time, sliding in and out quickly. The lubrication from the hot
hole between her legs assisted greatly in the fucking. Oscar had never felt a
pussy, as Linda's. The flesh was silky smooth and on fire all around him, filled
with blood as his dick, hard was filled with blood, blood that kept it stiff,
stiff enough to take the force at which he thrust it repeatedly into her,
drawing little sounds from her lips each time it hit home. These small sounds,
so piteous in their timbre motivated him, and drove him to hit her pussy harder,
tightening his grip on her, hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. Linda's
face was contorted in pain. It wasn't pain because of the size of his dick. She
didn't think so. It was thin but it was hurting her. It was hurting her in the
way she liked to be hurt. It hurt her and brought the trimmer to her body that
she liked, the trimmer that precluded the total rush of pleasure, when the
bottled up desire rushed fourth from her body and she fell limp. She knew it was
coming. It was coming and coming fast. Oscar knew she was cumming. He heard it
in each gasp she took as it became deeper and deeper, as more air was pulled
into her lungs. He felt it in the way her body shook, soft trimmers that were
becoming bigger. He felt it in the way the walls of her pussy tightened around
his shaft, squeezing it, squeezing it easily inside her as he continued to pump
her the wetness making it easier and the tightness making it more worthwhile.
She started to moan loudly. It was only at that moment that Oscar thought of
someone catching them but it was way too late now. It was too late. He could
feel his cum rushing down the shaft of his dick, ready to explode in her pussy,
almost as hot as the pussy itself was. Linda cried out as the mighty trimmer
started in her core, in her pussy and spread throughout her body bringing that
moment of climax to her with full force, enough force that tears rolled from her
eyes and she began to cry. Oscar could hear her crying as he made the last
trusts into her, moving left then right then left then right then center as the
cum rushed into her, flooding her. When he pulled out, his hands still on her
hips Oscar could still feel her shaking. Slowly pulling up his underwear and
pants he zipped up and buckled his belt. Pulling Linda's skirt down, her turned
her. Tears were on her cheeks she was still shaking. Linda had never felt
anything as the orgasm she felt from Oscar, even from guys with far bigger dicks
and was still feeling when he took her shoulders in hand and turned her to face
him, his hands bringing circulation back to her hands, white from the grip she
held on the handles of the ladder. Oscar was at her ear he blew gently into it
before he whispered, "Told you I'd fuck you." Still shaking she knew he was
right but there was no way he would out do her. She had her own tricks and she
was more than eager to trade.
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