Heather Brown - Door to door wife

"How about in the back of the store?" he said quickly.

"You mean in the alley?"

"No… over there," he pointed toward a door marked "Employees Only."

"But what about the people who work in the store?"

"That's okay," he grinned. "I'm the manager."

"The manager?" I blurted with surprise.

"Yes," he grinned again. "I was keeping an eye on you because I thought you were a shoplifter. I hope you'll forgive my suspicion, but we've got a very low profit margin in the supermarket business. We can't afford to give anything away."

He was such a hunk, he was easy to forgive.

"All right, I'll overlook it if you'll answer my questions," I replied, taking his hand and leading him toward the "Employees Only" door.

Once inside, surprise was generated inside me all over again. I don't know what I'd expected… but it certainly wasn't a frozen food vault.

"We won't be disturbed here," he attempted to assuage my concern, and then dropped a latch from the inside on the freezer door. "I'm the only one with a key."

"Well, I guess it's okay," I went along with him, and extracted the questionnaire from my purse.

"Say," he said, raising my eyebrows, "you really are going to ask me some questions, aren't you?"

"What did you think I was going to do?" I answered coyly.

"Proposition me," he bluntly rejoined.

Before I'd volunteered for S.E.X. I would have been burning with embarrassment. However, the experts at The Exchange had prepared me for the eventuality of this kind of misunderstanding, so I just shrugged it off with a laugh.

"Come on," I said professionally, "let's get down to the question."

"Wow," he shook his head as he sat down on a crate of veal cutlets, "I still can't get over the fact you're really legit."

"Try me."

"Okay, what's your first question?"

"How long is your penis?" I fired away without blinking.

He turned white.

Then shocking pink.

Then bright red.

"W… what d… did you say?" he finally managed to gleep.

"How long is your penis?"

"H… hard or… or soft?"

"Hard, of course," I answered efficiently.

"E… eight inches," he stuttered.

"My," I smiled as I looked toward his suddenly bulging fly, "it certainly seems bigger than that."

It took him a moment to catch on to my point of reference. When he finally did figure out where I was looking, his ability to speak coherently vanished and his mouth released a gurgling series of nonsensical stammers.

"Don't be embarrassed," I attempted to reassure him. "I've been trained to be at home with the realities of the male anatomy. Believe me, it doesn't fluster me in the slightest to know that I've inadvertently made your penis hard. I realize that you're a man in the prime of life, and that I'm an attractive woman. A certain amount of arousal is only natural."

"I wish my wife was so understanding," he suddenly blurted.

"You're having trouble with your wife?" I departed from the questionnaire and asked understandingly.

"Yes… yes," he bleated, the words starting to run away with him now that he had regained his ability to articulate. "She can't understand why I want to have sex so often. I practically have to beg her to… to make love."

"A good-looking guy like you?"

"Thanks," he said, hanging his head shyly, "but you didn't have to say that."

"But it's true," I assured him. "If I were married to you, I don't think I could get enough, judging from the size of the bulge in your pants… Are you sure you're only eight inches?"

"Well, actually, I've never really measured it with a ruler or anything."

"Suppose you take it out of your trousers and let me be the judge," I suggested. "After all, I have the obligation to have the information I compile accurate."

"Are you kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I asked as I closed the distance between us. "Here, if you're shy, I'll help you."

My hands dropped to his fly and pulled down his zipper before he could move. Pushing my fingers into the open slit, I fumbled past the barrier of his shorts and found the lump of pulsing flesh I was looking for. Before he knew it, I had his cock out in the open and was lightly caressing its elongated shaft.

"It certainly looks like more than eight inches to me," I commented as I drew the foreskin back and forth over the turgidly purple knob on the end. Then, feeling him tremble nervously in my grip, I added, "Don't be concerned. Anything we do is only in the interest of science."

"Even having sex?" he uncontrollably gushed.

"If you think it will help you respond to my questions more easily, I'll certainly consider it," I improvised, terribly anxious to do good work. "If it will make you more comfortable, I'll be happy to remove my clothing."

"Please… please do," he panted. "I'll bet you have a fantastic body."

"You judge for yourself, Mr. Supermarket Manager," I winked, and let go of his hard-on so I could begin stripping.

It was cold in the freezer, but by the time I was naked I wasn't feeling it. Something about my nudity made me tingle with warmth.

Especially when I saw the way the manager's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw what Nature had endowed me with.

"You're beautiful," he finally managed to gasp.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied, gripping his throbbing dick again for emphasis. "I'd say you're at least ten inches. I think you've been underestimating yourself."

"Do… do you really think so?" he asked anxiously.

"Definitely. You've got a very large prick," I buttered him up. "There must be something the matter with your wife. Any normal woman would jump at the change to try it."

"Are… are you a normal woman?"

"You better believe it."

"I know you're just here on business, but would you… would you let me fuck you?"

"Just show me where I can lie down and spread my legs," I told him, "and my pussy is yours with only one hitch."

"Anything."

"You don't leave before you answer my questions."

"The second after I'm through coming," he promised.

"Okay, then, show me where to get down and spread my legs."

He looked anxiously around the enclosure. "There," he finally decided on a spot. "We just got a shipment of haddock in. I don't think it's had a chance to freeze yet, but it's cold enough not to stink. It should still be soft enough not to hurt when we really start moving…"

"All right, I'm game," I said.

I walked over and sat down on the covered crate, testing its resiliency with my bare ass.

"Mmmmmm," I grinned, "bouncy… let's get busy."

I threw my torso back and pulled my thighs apart without the slightest trace of self-consciousness.

When I noticed him licking his lips, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you like my pussy?"

"God, I love it," he enthused. "I'd like to dive between your legs and drawn in it."

"Just your dick will do," I laughed.

I beckoned to him with both my outstretched arms and my flexing cunt. By the time he was standing between my legs, brandishing his hard-on like a spear, my twat was soaking wet.

"Come on and fuck me," I urgently said, "before my pussy juice freezes over solid."

The randy reek of my cunt rolled out from between my thighs. When I laid my head down against the mound of fresh haddock beneath me, I couldn't separate the aroma of pussy from the smell of fish. Needless to say, the similarity only added fuel to the growing fire within me.

The supermarket manager dropped to his knees, and guided his cock toward my slobbering love-pit. Before I could reiterate my carnal demands, the head of his hard-on was bustling through the portals of my pussy lips and surging up my fuck-hole.

"Mmmmmm, that's it," I moaned with heartfelt appreciation. "Give me everything you've got!"