Frank Brown: Wild naughty daughter

"That was sure quick," Rhonda said to Sally, giving her a suspicious glance.

Sally didn't have time to think of something clever to say, because suddenly another man had entered the fitting room, and it was obvious that both Rhonda and Olive expected Sally to take care of him too. Sally didn't mind. In fact, she'd take care of every man who came in tonight if the other two girls didn't want to. As far as she was concerned, servicing the men was what made this job worth having. The money, the prestige – they were great. But she'd trade them both for the cocks alone.

This new man had loose skin on his cockhead, just like Mr. Lipman did. Sally had fun playing with the loose skin, sliding it up and down over the shiny wet knob, licking underneath it. His cockhead was burning hot, and Sally delighted in sucking on it. She paid so much attention to his swollen cock knob and to the sexy skin on it, that she found her mouth full of cum before she even had a chance to give the man a proper blowjob. She gripped his prickshaft so she could work the skin up and down, helping pump the hot jism out while she munched on the throbbing head. She sloshed the slimy cum around in her mouth before swallowing it, getting a good taste. When the man was done shooting, she peeled his skin back tight and sucked up his entire cock, milking the cum out of the pisstube with tight lips. He shook all over, gasping until she released his cock.

Outside, the two women studied her as she came out of the booth. The man she'd sucked off had made his purchase and was standing at the elevator.

"That was even quicker," Rhonda said.

"What do you have in there?" Olive said. "Some kind of machine?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Sally said, smiling to herself as she sauntered away to help a man try on some golf shoes.

By the time her dinner break came, Sally had sucked off a dozen men, about as many as she sometimes did during an entire day. But she'd only been working two hours! Rhonda and Olive had let her have all the men, and they seemed to be warming up to her more and more. She was beginning to feel accepted by them, even admired in a way.

During her break, Sally was so caught up in watching the new faces in the cafeteria and with talking to new fellow employees of Lipman's that she completely forgot to call home and inform her mother she wouldn't be there for dinner. Mom would throw a fit tomorrow, but Sally knew that one mention of her new promotion would not only quell her mother's raving, but would send the woman to the telephone to make gloating calls.

When Sally returned to the floor, Sporting Goods was hopping.

"Thank God you're back," Olive whispered to Sally as she rang up a sale. "Take over for me. I'm going to supper."

Sally found herself looking at a line of five people, all waiting to check out. As Sally rang up the fifth purchase, she saw Rhonda come out of the women's fitting room, her face red. Then, to Sally's surprise, two men came out of the men's fitting room. The two men gave Sally a good looking over as Sally checked them out, and one of them asked her if she'd be working evenings regularly from now on.

"A few evenings a week," Sally said. "Otherwise I work days. Come back again soon."

"You can count on it," the man said.

Over and hour later – after both Rhonda and Olive had returned from their supper breaks, and after Sally had serviced five more men – a funny-looking man with a beard and dark glasses came into Sporting Goods. Without even bothering to take clothing along to try on, he slipped into the fitting room. Rhonda and Olive glanced at Sally as if to say, he's all yours, not that she needed their glance to tell her that. She knew all the men would be hers for the rest of the evening.

The moment Sally opened the small door inside the booth, the man stuck his cock through. He'd pulled both his cock and balls out of his fly and he mumbled that Sally should lick them. Her tongue flapped and the man started to breathe heavily, loudly enough for Sally to hear him even aver the blaring of the music outside. His cock throbbed heavily, starting to drip as Sally sucked on his balls.

"Go down on it, you little bitch!" he muttered, and Sally swallowed his cock, trying to figure out where she'd heard his voice before.

"Mmn, suck that thing, you little slut!"

Sally bobbed her head, sucking, licking, munching. Her mind was working as well as her mouth. The voice was familiar, so familiar that it was shouting the man's name at her, but she couldn't make it out.

"Show me your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your pussy!"

Sally's pussy was dribbling juice as she mashed it to the hole in the wall, and the man leaned over to lick it before he slipped his cock inside her. As his hot cock slid to the hilt up her throbbing cunt, she nearly gasped out the man's name as she voiced her pleasure. Reverend Rockford! Sally couldn't believe it! But there was only one voice like his in the world, and Sally had heard it preaching at her since she'd been in diapers, preaching hellfire and damnation, preaching about the evils of the world and the flesh – especially the evils of the flesh. It had always puzzled Sally that a man who condemned sex so much could father children. She'd always been sure his children had been adopted. It seemed impossible that Reverend, Rockford could even possess a cock.

"Ohhhh baby, fuck that thing! Yeah, wiggle that ass! Come on, slut, bring me off!" The reverend rammed his cock in and out, making it swell and harden even more as he pleasured it in Sally's sucking pussyhole.

Sally tightened her cunt, churned her ass, and suddenly she felt the hot spurts splashing in the depths of her sucking crotch-hole. The reverend let out a pained groan, then gasped again and again as his cum shot into Sally's cunt. The moment he was done shooting he pulled out.

"Lick it clean, you dirty little tramp!" he said in whispers. "You're filthy. You ought to be thrown in a washing machine!" He waited for her to lick his cock and balls clean, then stuffed them back in his pants. "Here." He shoved a twenty dollar bill at her, and then he was gone.

Sally was readjusting the curtain that covered the wall when she heard someone enter the men's booth and knock on the wall. She whisked aside the curtain, dropped to her knees, and opened the door. The man in the next booth already had his cock out and was jerking it off. She put her face in the window and opened her mouth.

This man was chewing gum. His dark glasses hid his eyes and he had a mustache. He stared down at her through his dark glasses, chewing his cum to the rhythm of his cock-beating. Lube began to drip from his open pisshole, and Sally stuck out her tongue, trying to catch it. The man just watched her, jerking off his cock, not letting her tongue get more than a few inches from his cock knob.

"I'll suck it, if you want," Sally said.

The man said nothing, just kept jerking off. "Please," she said. "Let me suck it, huh?" The man grunted and ejaculated on her face.

Sally closed her eyes, letting him shoot off all over her face and in her mouth. When he was done shooting, he stuffed his cock in her mouth and let her suck the pisstube dry.

Sally cleaned off her face with her fingers, then cleaned off her fingers by licking and sucking them. She could see the man going through his wallet in the other booth. He dropped the wallet and it fell open. The sight of a badge made Sally's heart stop. The man was a cop, maybe the Chief of Police, for God's sake! Her heart started again when the man tossed a five dollar bill through the hole.

"Pretty face," he said. "Real pretty face." Sally sat there after the man had left, slightly shaken up. She wondered if she could be arrested or something for doing what she was doing. Then she remembered who her employer was, and her fear passed. George Lipman owned this town including the police. And that cop hadn't arrested her, had he? He'd fed her his cum instead. Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the wall. Sally opened the window and went to work.