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Subject: Title story: "Stockroom Stroking" Author: INCEST MAN                                                                   49995304
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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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