Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

"Yes! Ohhh, yes! Fill me with it! Fill me full of cum! I want it! I need it so bad! Ohhh, please! Please fill me with jism!" she yelled.

She bobbed up and down on him so harshly he feared she would jump off his thick cock entirely. He had a sudden vision of his prick springing free of her cunt, spraying white blobs of jizz every which way.

"Careful! Careful you don't lose the fucking thing!" he warned, concerned. "Keep my fucking cock inside you whatever you do! Don't lose it like you did last time! I want to dump this load up your cunt! I want to fill you so full of cum you'll be coughing jizz!"

"Uuunnngh! Uuunnngh!" she groaned, still climaxing. Her lower body felt like it was melting. Sparks of pleasure were firing up into her cunt.

Then there was a noise like a muffled detonation, and she felt like she was sitting on a fire hose. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what was happening. Then it hit her. He was coming! He was coming at last inside her quivering cunt! She'd done it! She'd made him come a second time!

"Ohhhh, fuck!" he bawled, his prick a greased piston between her legs. "Feel it! Feel it, whore! Coming up your cunt! Coming up your crazy, sucking cunt!"

"Yes! Ohhh, yes! I feel it! I feel every drop of it! Shoot it! Shoot it all up my cunt! Ohhhh, please! Ohhh, please give me all you have!"

Thick, waxy bolts of paste fired off from the tip of Cheevers' cock and coated the soggy walls of Missy's cunt. He would never have believed it possible, that he could come again so heavily after having already shot off. But it was happening. He could feel it. Again and again his cockhead twitched, spitting heavy wads of slime into her sucking cunt.

"Yes! Oh, yes! More! More! I love it! I fucking love it!" she bleated, her ass cheeks a blur on top of his thighs. "Spunk inside me! Toss that jism deep inside me!"

His raw, aching prick quivered, spurting another scalding geyser of white far into her pussy. The cum belched out in sizzling knots, filling the poor girl's hole to overflowing in no time. Down along his plunging cock, the sticky fluid backed up.

"It's pouring out! Look! Ohhh, fuck, it's all pouring out!" Cheevers moaned, his eyes glued to the split of her crotch.

Down along his glistening prick, long ribbons of white spunk wriggled and escaped from the heated hole of her cunt. They ran down his cock like tallow down a candle, pushed and plowed further each time she sank her weight onto him. And at last his cum squirmed into his crotch hair, disappearing into the wiry bush and slithering to his balls.

Missy ignored him, driving herself up and down on his captured prick as if her life depended on it. She was still climaxing. Her eyes closed in concentration, and her tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth. She rode him without letup, bouncing her split thighs on top of him and letting his spurting cock fuck deep.

His cock squirted still, pelting her insides with hot silver blobs of spunk time and again. It seemed he had endless supplies of cum to deliver, and she accepted his jizz gratefully, sucking up the steaming ropes from the depths of his balls. One, two, three times more his cock spat, each time firms a long, hot glob of jizz deep into her pussy.

"I love it! I fucking love it!" she chanted, her voice hoarse. "Pump me full of cum! Pump me full of lovely jism!"

A lewd, squelching sound rose up from their meshed sex parts as the scalding cum drooled out to freedom and glued them together. Her cunt glistened and gleamed with fuck juices, as if someone had poured oil all over her. A white froth sparkled in her cunt hair; the tops of her thighs gleamed wetly.

His cockhead spasmed and quivered deep inside her. Yet another boiling glob of spunk shot up, this one so high she swore she could feel it land up in her chest somewhere. Would he never stop? Would he go on forever spurting wild wads of jism into her ragged snatch?

"Oh, you hot little whore! You sexy, cock teasing little cunt!" he wailed, jerking his hips tiredly. His thighs were raw and sore from constantly pounding underneath hers. His balls were completely numb.

"I know it! I know it!" she groaned, gazing down at him for the first time in many minutes. "I'm a whore at heart! I know it! I love to fuck! I can't help it! I love to fuck and suck and take cocks up my ass! I love to suck cocks! I love to eat jism! I'm a cocksucker! I know it! I love cum! I love it up my cunt, in my mouth, up my ass, all over my face, everywhere! I can't get enough! I'll never get enough! Ohhh, fuck!"

He bucked up into her again and for the last time his prick throbbed, spasmed, and fired out its final blast of cum. The jizz shot out to join all the other squirming blobs of jizz washing about in her cunt, then oozed back down the pole of his cock with nowhere else to go. She was full. She was completely full of hot, sizzling spunk.

"What a whore! What a whore! What a whore!" he repeated, his hip movements slowing at last. He fucked his cock into her with easy, lazy strokes now that his balls were empty.

"So good! So good! I'll never get enough!" she whimpered, the pleasure still washing through her body. It would take her many minutes to come down, many minutes to return to normal after this little fuck session.

"I can't believe I came twice!" he breathed, gazing off into a corner of the room. "I can't believe I came in your face and up your cunt all in one afternoon! It's fucking amazing!"

Missy bucked gently up and down on top of him, slowing her movements to match his own. She could feel his cock wilting up her cunt. The freshly sucked spunk oozed out her pussylips like syrup. She mashed her huge tits to either side of his sweat slick face and prepared to pose the question one last time.

"So when do I start?" she queried softly, scraping a nipple alongside his ear. "When do I start at my new job?"

"Huh? Your job? Your new job? Oh, yes. Your new job. Tomorrow. Report for work tomorrow. It'll be in the sporting goods department. Seems to me you're very good at sports. At least the indoor kind. You should fit in there very nicely. Nine o'clock sharp, the sporting good department. Don't forget."

"I won't forget," she smiled, popping a long nipple into his mouth.

Missy spent her first morning of work exploring the sporting goods department under the stem, watchful eye of Miss Grimsby, the chief saleslady in the area. The older woman took an immediate dislike to her, perhaps because the lovely teenager was everything that Miss Grimsby wasn't – young, beautiful, and sexy. Rather than show her new helper around and explain the uses of all the equipment on display, she left Missy to her own devices, agreeing finally to teach her how to use the cash register only after Missy insisted.

So Missy went off on her own, checking out the piles of baseball gloves, the racks of tennis gear, the stationary bicycles. She ignored the jealous stares of Miss Grimsby and began to enjoy herself thoroughly, even though there was little for her to do. Whenever a customer would move over to Missy to ask about something, the older woman would head him off, not trusting anyone but herself to make a sale in her precious department. But Missy didn't really mind. At least she was working, at least she had a job. She made herself useful by tidying up the various displays and reading up on all the elaborate equipment that was available. Just before lunch, she discovered a corner full of sporting fashions for women, hangers full of sexy shorts and basketball shirts and the like. She began to try them on and examine herself in the mirrors.

She was busy digging under a pile of jogging shorts to find a smaller size when Miss Grimsby came over to say she would be gone to lunch for an hour. The older woman eyed Missy coldly and told her to consult Mr. Travers, in the next department, if she should sun into any difficulty with a customer. Then she sniffed noisily and strode off, seemingly convinced that her department would be in a shambles by the time she returned.