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Chapter 4 Produce and Sex
“This way, slut, I don’t have much time,” said Warren Porter, the produce manager, grabbing Lisa Simmons by the wrist. She was just reaching for a cellophane wrapped head of cauliflower when he appeared. It was 7:00AM Saturday and she was in the produce department of the Food Liner store located on the periphery of Salisbury’s Westtown Mall.
“Where are you taking me? You’re not going to rape me. Are you?” asked Lisa stepping quickly to keep up as they walked toward the double swinging doors that led to the produce stockroom. It was all an act. Lisa felt her usual rush of excitement as his powerful hand clamped down on her wrist bone sending sparks of pain to her brain.
“You know where, cunt,” said the man looking back at her slightly puzzled. Lisa had been coming there at least one Saturday a month for the last year. She knew where they were going. The manager had to remind himself that acting like it was the first time was part of the woman’s crazy game.
Lisa was glad matters were moving fast. The one appetite she couldn’t ever fully satisfy needed to be fed. The first time she had to flirt outrageously with the Produce Manager before he understood what she wanted. After that, he learned to skip the preliminaries. He hadn’t bothered to even say hello.
The manager wore a long white coat with food stains on the front. ‘Manager’ was crudely stenciled on one side and ‘Porter’ on the other. Lisa wasn’t sure whether ‘Porter’ was the man’s first name, last name or something completely different.
The stockroom was filled with palletized shrink wrapped cartons of produce. The smell was overwhelming. He led her down a narrow aisle between two rows of pallets filled with different types of vegetables.
“Get to it, slut,” said Porter putting his hand on top of Lisa’s shoulder and pushing down.
Porter considered Lisa an interesting diversion from the other housewives that found the managers of grocery stores irresistible. Most were lonely neglected wives willing to trade their pussy for a kind word or a complement. But Lisa was different. At first, Porter hadn’t realized what she wanted. She’d become exasperated at his attempts to be nice to her.
“Just take me in the back and screw me like a common whore. Look, I’m nothing to you, just a stupid fucking slut that will do anything for cock,” she’d finally blurted out.
Lisa sunk to her knees taking his zipper with her. Zipper down, she reached into his trousers, past the slit in his boxer shorts and took hold of what she knew was a very large cock. She carefully removed it from the two layers of material then pressed the warm roll of musky smelling male sex to her cheek and inhaled the aroma.
“Jesus, I bet if you look in the dictionary under whore, there’s a picture of you,” said Porter laughing at how Lisa was holding his hardening cock against her face and sniffing the odor.
“I love the smell, especially after you’ve been working all night,” said Lisa pressing her nostrils against the hardening unwashed flesh and drawing in all the air her lungs would hold. The smell of stale urine was intoxicating.
“Start sucking, bitch,” said Porter unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor.
Lisa reached around Porter grabbing his hairy buttocks in her hands as she began to slowly move her head back and forth aiming the head of Porter’s cock toward her throat opening. Each time, she pushed a little harder when she felt the head reach the entrance to her throat. After a few tries, the head began to tightly wedge itself into the narrow passageway.
“Gag on it, cocksucker,” whispered Porter sensing what Lisa wanted. He grabbed the sides of Lisa’s head and forced his cock into her throat. The sound of someone choking filled the room. Lisa tried to relax and breathe as the muscles in her throat auto-responded to the presence of the blockage.
“Shit, Porter, she’s going to turn blue,” said an unfamiliar voice behind Lisa.
“Nothing quite like a gag massage from a whore’s gullet,” said Porter at last allowing Lisa to breathe. Saliva and drool poured over her lower lip as she gasped for air.
“Cocksucker, this is Ron. He’s my new assistant. I told him you would love to fuck him along with me,” said Porter.
Lisa glanced over her shoulder at a skinny young man with a bad complexion. She could see he already had his cock out and was stroking it. He must have been standing there watching them for several minutes.
“How we going to do her? She’s got quite a pair,” asked Ron reaching down to pull Lisa’s sweater up over her brassiere.
“She wants it in both ends. Don’t you, Princess?” said Porter.
“Yes, both ends,” said Lisa who now slowly kissing and stroking a cock in each hand. She placed them together fitting both inside her mouth. Her tongue was busily licking their cock heads.
“Here, let’s show Ron your tits,” said Porter reaching down to grab the bottom of Lisa’s bra and jerking it up over her breasts. Lisa’s large mammaries flipped free.
“She’s got nice ones with big zickers and she loves it when you pinch them,” said Porter once again reaching down to take Lisa’s spongy nipples in his hand and crush them flat.
“That hurts,” whined Lisa feeling the pain in her boobs while at the same time exulting in it.
“And you love it, don’t you, cocksucker?” said Porter squeezing harder and twisting at the same time.
“Yes, I love it. Hurt them more,” said Lisa her eyes filling with tears.
“She’s as nasty a slut as they come. Beg me for a squirt, cocksucker,” said Porter.
“Please, let me drink your hot piss. I want it,” said Lisa thrilled to her core at the prospect of such extreme humiliation.
“”Beg me, bitch,” said Porter slapping the sides of Lisa’s face with his cock.
“Please, piss in my whore’s mouth. Please,” pleaded Lisa.
Ron watched in amazement as his manager urinated in the woman’s mouth. Her rapid throat action signaled her determination to swallow it all.
“Thank you, Sir,” said Lisa licking golden drops off the head.
“Jesus, I never saw anything like that,” said an obviously impressed Ron.
“Lisa’s the slut of sluts, aren’t you, sweetheart,” asked Ron.
“Yes, Sir, I’m a filthy piss drinking whore,” said Lisa.
“Stand up,” said Porter pulling Lisa off the floor by her nipples.
“She’s not too bad in the body department,” said Ron running his rough hands over Lisa’s breasts then smacking the side of her boob with the back of his hand.
“Harder,” hissed Lisa reacting to the pain.
“You take the left one and follow my lead,” said Porter taking Lisa’s right boob in his mouth and biting down.
A brutal round of breast slapping, pinching, and biting followed. Lisa kept whispering, “Harder, please, harder,” until the pain grew too great and she broke down in tears.
“Pull your skirt up, Princess. Expose your pussy,” said Porter.
The two males slowly stroked their cocks as Lisa raised her skirt to her waist then pushed her panty down to her ankles.
“Play with yourself. Show Ron what a whore you are,” directed Ron.
Lisa wet several fingers in her mouth. She used one hand to part her labia. With the other, she started to rub circles around her clitoris.
“I’m going to cum,” said Lisa in a barely audible voice immediately before her whole body began to jerk and convulse.
“See that, Ron. That is what you call an A Number One Slut. She can get off just looking at cock,” said Porter.
“We had a nympho like her in my high school. We all fucked her even her brothers and her old man,” said Ron. “I’m going to use a condom. Don’t want to bring anything home to Shirley,” said Ron.
“She looks clean to me but suit yourself. Down on all fours, Princess,” said Porter.
Lisa sucked Porter’s cock while Ron screwed her dog style. Porter continued forcing his cock into Lisa’s throat cutting off her air supply.
“It really tightens her pussy up when she starts to choke,” said Ron in his kneeling position. His strong hands were holding Lisa’s flanks as he slammed into her.
“Switch?” asked Porter
“Sure,” said Ron.
After some time they switched again.
“You love the taste of your own pussy. Don’t you, Princess?” said Porter offering Lisa his cock that seconds before had been in her vagina.
“I fucking love it,” said Lisa tasking the slime covered shaft in her mouth.
Too quickly for Lisa, both men orgasmed. Lisa savored the taste of Porter’s semen on her tongue then swallowed it greedily.
“You filled up that rubber?” asked Porter as Ron stood up. Porter could see the bulging tip of the condom.
“I have a big load. Shirley says I’m always a mouthful,” said Ron reaching down to remove the condom.
“Dump your jism in the Princess’s mouth. Give her a treat. She’s just dying to swallow it. Aren’t you?” said Porter.
Lisa signified her willingness by holding up her head, tilting her head back, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.
“See that, just like an Airedale dog begging for a bone,” said Porter noting Lisa’s response.
“Here you go, Princess,” said Ron turning the condom inside out to deposit several tablespoons of cold semen on Lisa’s outstretched tongue.
“Now, make all gone,” said Ron.
Lisa swallowed the semen then opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to show her mouth was empty.
“You are one disgusting pig slut. Here suck on this,” said Ron placing the used condom on Lisa’s outstretched tongue.
Lisa took the condom into her mouth and sucked on it.
“Shit, look at the time. We’ve got to fill up the bins with iceberg and romaine before we go home. Get the fuck out of here, slut,” said Porter jerking Lisa to her feet.
“I need to be screwed some more,” said Lisa reaching for Porter’s cock.
“We got replenishing to do. Go find someone else to fuck you. Try the bakery,” laughed Porter turning Lisa around and pushing her down the aisle. She stumbled and almost fell. She’d forgotten her panty was still around her ankles.
“Pull your drawers up, Princess. Can’t finish your grocery shopping with your skivvies around your ankles,” said Porter.
“Ron, throw the cunt out then get back here. We got a ton of work to do,” said Porter when they reached the entrance to the aisle.
“When will you be back?” whispered Ron as they walked toward the doorway.
“I don’t know, next month,” said Lisa.
“You married?” asked Ron.
“Yes, I have a daughter.”
“He fuck you a lot?” asked Ron.
“No, we don’t fuck,” said Lisa.
“Figures, that’s why you’re a slut,” said Ron as they reached the door. He put his hand on her back and pushed her through. Lisa grabbed her carriage and walked quickly to the checkout line. Before she reached the cashier she remembered there was a used condom in her mouth. She managed to remove it before the cashier politely asked, “Did you find everything you are looking for today?”
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“That was something else. Does that happen often?” asked Ron. It was a few minutes after Lisa left. Ron was helping Porter fill a large bin with packages of organic romaine lettuce.
“We get our share of pussy but it’s mostly lonely bored housewives willing trade ass for a kind word and some attention. Lisa Randall is different,” said Porter.
“Randall, that’s her last name?” asked Ron.
“Used to be. She’s married now but she was Lisa Randall when I met her and her sister,” said Porter.
“So you knew her before?” asked Ron.
“Not really, I only met her once. I knew her and her sister by reputation.”
“What reputation,” asked Ron?
“The Randall sisters were known as the wildest, craziest sluts who ever attended old Salisbury High School. All most all the males and quite a few females on the Delmarva got in their pants,” said Porter.
“So you knew them in high school,” asked Ron.
“I went to Winthrop not Salisbury. One Friday night after we whipped Salisbury’s butt in football, the Randall sisters showed up in our locker room to pay off a bet they made with the Winthrop cheer leaders,” said Porter.
“They were cheer leaders,” asked Ron?”
“Lisa was head cheerleader and her younger sister was on the squad,” said Porter.
“What happened?”
“They fucked every one of us including the coaches and the water boy. The Randall sisters were three hole girls and that included piss fucks. Not many girls their age were up for a good piss fucking but they were. After everyone had fucked them a couple of times, they lay down on the shower room floor and let us piss on them. When those two left, they took every last drop of jism and pee with them,” said Porter.
“So you recognized her,” asked Ron.
“Not at first, it’s been almost twenty years since high school but there was something familiar about her. I got Marylyn’s old annual out. The wife went to Salisbury. And there she was, Lisa Randall, slut extraordinaire.”
“So she’s in her late thirties, she still looks damn good,” said Ron.
“And she hasn’t lost her appetite for dick, that’s for sure. Wonder what happened to her sister? She was just as big a whore.”
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