Big Box box checker 3

Picking out an outfit when you're really horny is akin to shopping at the grocery store when you're really hungry, you make poor choices that you wouldn't normally make, and you have to live with the consequences, c'est la vie.

It was really my fault. I shouldn't have climbed off my hubby to suck him off. Instead, I should have continued my cowgirl rodeo ride and let his bucking bull cock blast me into orgasmic orbit, and extinguish the raging fire of arousal that burned within my loins.

Hubby was already deep in his post coital slumber, his cock spent, laying there with a droplet, a tiny remnant of his massive deposit in my belly, glistening in the morning sun, oozing from its tip.

I like my lips instinctively. I could taste his gift in my mouth and I wanted more of it.

Scanning my wardrobe, I settled on the perfect outfit for my hardware store visit: low-rise cutoffs and a mini-triangle bikini top, tied from the front for convenience and comfort. I say mini- like I own anything other that micro- and mini- bikini tops, having perky b-cups, coverage is never a concern.

Adjusting the fabric triangles to cover my already rock hard nipples stoked by the fire below. I felt like I was perspiring from my own heat.

If anyone dared to judge me, I rationalized that I might be headed to the beach, and stopped at the hardware store on my way.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, pushed my boobs to together and let them far to their natural upswept sexiness and gave my nipples a quick pinch, before a final pirouette in front of the bathroom mirror.

And I was off.

When I arrived at the garden center, the gate was open, but there wasn't a soul to be seen. Admittedly, the store had been open less than a minute and evidently I was their first, and only customer, for now.

My mind replayed the heart pounding, pussy stretching scene from the day before and I felt lightheaded as my heart raced with excitement. But alas, there were no young studs working here today, just an older retiree checker who finally made his appearance. The only thing he had in common with them was his blue vest.

But just the same, he gave me the once over, twice, taking his sweet time lustily admiring how my top set upon my protruding nipples, likely imagining how he would use my swinging ponytail, if given the chance. Clearly, age is no limiter when it cums to being a perv, noted.

I made a bee line for the sheds in the back. My head on a swivel, scanning for anyone else, I came up empty.

Maybe, it would be the old dude's lucky day, after all.

Standing in front of the shed door, I paused, in reverence, for what had transpired within only yesterday.

Enough with that, I opened the door to retrieve my tank top, likely to be found in the corner, where it was unceremoniously wadded up and tossed.

Standing in the open doorway, I was confronted by my tank top, suspended on the back wall, neatly displayed on a hanger, with a note attached.

My heart sank. Not what I was expecting at all, it seemed ominous.

Stepping in to get a closer look, I snatched my tank top from its perch and read the note.

I gasped. My head spinning, my eyes darting about the 8x10 foot enclosure.

How I missed the blinking red light and camera lens in the upper corner is a testament to my focus on other things yesterday.

After staring at the lens in disbelief, I reread the note. Evidently, my escapades yesterday were recorded, and if there was any doubt about my identity then, there wasn't any now, I literally returned to the scene of crime to gather up the evidence, my precious thread bare tank top.

Contemplating the blinking light, it was hypnotizing, until it stopped. I siren rang out in my head. Run!

The door was blocked by three men: a security guard, the store manager, and the retiree.

Instinctively, subconsciously acting out of self-preservation, with no where else to go, I retreated to the back wall of the shed. Tell-tale dried splatter spots covered the floor.

Nervously, I twisted the ends of my bikini ties, dangling above my belly button. My titties rising and falling on my heaving chest, as I anticipated the worst.

Regaining my composure, I went on the offensive, and demanded to know what was going on here.

The explanation was succinct, the video evidence was clear, and I had a decision to make.

I asked to call my hubby, but my phone and purse were in my car. Nice try, denied.

Three sets of eyes traced every curve of my body, which was on ample display, the intensity of their gaze seemed like an oven broiler. I began perspiring, then sweating in earnest. Beads bursting forth on my skin, welling up, and rolling down my body in rivulets from everywhere, my skin glistened in the shadows of the darkened shed, even my bangs stuck to my forehead as sweat streamed down my face from my hairline.

My body language screamed GUILTY.

"Who's first?" was my response. I came for a reason and now I was gonna cum for a purpose.

Tugging on my ties, my bikini's triangles stayed in place only for the spears holding them so from underneath. Unbuttoning and unzipping my cutoffs revealed my neatly trimmed pubic patch peeking out from within.

I began wriggling out of my shorts, sliding them over my hips, all the while, glancing from face to face, trying to determine who would make the first move, what the pecking order would be.

Business in the garden center was picking up and I could hear random chatter outside.

We needed to make quick work of this, prime time was upon us.

Dropping to my knees, my shorts around my ankles, I continued my descent until the palms of my hands flattened onto yesterday's dried cum spots on the shed's floor. My triangles fell away revealing my previously hidden nipples. Looking up into the corner of the shed, I winked at the unblinking eye recording it all.

I wagged my hips and torso, my b-cups swaying side to side, an invitation to partake.

No need to ask twice.

The manager unzipped his shorts and settled down in front me, palming my head from the back and my jaw from underneath, as he humped my face with his semi rigid cock. My mouth chased his slapping phallus, as it slid across my nose and against the corners of my lips. Tiring of his game, I reached for it with one hand, and held it in front my face, as if introducing myself, before taking its tip into my mouth, teething along its top and bottom as punishment.

Surprisingly, the retiree pushed the younger security guard aside, instructing him to watch the door, he'd get his chance after the retiree was through with me. I smiled through the cock in my mouth. He who hesitates, watches the door. Ha.

The retiree was a showman. While I sucked and was face fucked by the manager, the retiree wanted to be sure that I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye.

Kneeling next to my head, he slowly lowered his elastic polyester shorts to reveal a very large, very hard cock, with huge balls heavily swaying below, beginning to dance and twist in preparation, effectively loading the cannon.

He smiled smugly. And crawled away between my legs. I let go of the managers cock because I knew I needed to brace myself. Both hands now firmly planted beneath my shoulders, my elbows bent like springs, I was ready for his reciprocating saw.

He kneed my knees apart farther snuggling in tightly behind me. The manager leaned over my back to get a better view, and used my bracing arms as his opportunity to twist and pinch and generally maul my hanging boobs.

The retiree's staff raked my crease from top to bottom, back and forth, up and down, parting my pussy lips farther and farther with each pass, its otherwise smooth passage interrupted, tripping and dipping into the slickening indent of his destination, his cum receptacle, my pussy, repeatedly testing its resistance and greasing his peg with my juices.

Deeper and wider, his bulbous swelling head plowed a furrow through my pillowy pussy lips, pushing them aside, opening a path to my pleasure hole, his pre-cum bubbling up, adding to the mixture of slime lubing our rubbing genitals.

Sensing my expectancy, he tentatively stabbed at my opening, applying pressure, stretching me, advancing, then retreating, my pussy ring clenching, making him work for every bit of descent gained.

I focused on the cock in my mouth, relaxing my throat, letting the manager take long easy strokes in and out of my welcoming throat.

Presumably jealous of the manager's ease of access and my seeming compliance, Retiree roughly pulled my ass cheeks apart and spat lubricating saliva onto my anus. A change of plan.

My swollen pussy lips and unmolested asshole, now smeared with my juices, and the retiree's, were ripe for his plucking.

Before deciding, he took one last drag across my nethers bringing his drool along, but where access was previously barred, he slid into me completely, almost toppling over from his sudden loss of balance.

Contentedly, the two men bounced me back and forth on their two cocks, boring into me a far as nature allowed.

Several customers tested the shed's door but the guard remained steadfast.

Not to be outdone, as one increased his cadence, the other had to match and exceed the other, and I was the happy beneficiary. My only distraction was helping them reach climax together, heightening my own ultimate satisfaction.

Retiree seemed like he could continue all day but Manager was getting uneven, his carnal instincts were overriding his control, taking him to a place where he would ultimately lose it, and begin convulsing with pleasure.

I just needed a little something else to begin the chain reaction.

Grabbing Retiree's hand and guiding it to my pleasure button, I covered his hand with own, and directed his fat rough fingers to press downward on my starter until I kicked over. Slapping my ass as confirmation of the plan, I matched him, thrusting back into his cycling piston, as he gassed it for the redline.

Manager was overcum by the athleticism and speed of our colliding hip action, and blew his wad down my throat seconds before my orgasm began to rumble.

Competitive to the end, Retiree sensing his victory pushed Manager away, falling backwards, his flaccid cock roping out of me as I spasmed uncontrollably in the throes of my shuddering orgasm.

Without the Manager propping me up with his impaling cock, my head and torso collapsed to the cum stained floor, but my hips remained upright in the clutches of the Retiree, as he continued to pound my quivering body from behind. I was his alone to enjoy.

My orgasm subsiding, the embers of my arousal all but extinguished, I was finally satisfied.

But the Retiree had other plans.

Pulling his oversized cock from my pussy, covered in a frothy mess of human lube, he slapped my asshole repeatedly, beating my rosebud like a drum, announcing his intentions.

With a gesture, he instructed the Manager to hold my arms at my biceps against the floor, keeping my ass high.

Rising from his knees behind me, he squatted above me and aimed his dagger at the heart of asshole. Dropping his weight, he dilated my anus and plunged it me until he ran out of cock. Our combined weight riding on my hips and thighs.

Folding over me, laying on my inverted back, he bear hugged me, and with criss-crossed arms grabbed hold of my titties, clamping down on my nipples like vise grips between his index fingers and thumbs, rolling and tweeking them.

Now I ready to receive him. He nodded his approval to his audience. And so he began, drilling my ass with long deep thrusts, all but knocking the wind out of me with the force and depth of each displacement.

Unable to rise up, my head flopped from side to side, until I caught sight of the security guard, still holding the door with one hand but furiously pumping his own cock as he watched Retiree attending to his business.

Manager signaled a swap and security guard took his place holding my biceps but only for a moment.

Once repositioned, Retiree tugged me up to all fours by my ponytail that he was so enamored of when we first met. Guard didn't hesitate and stuffed his cock into my open yelping mouth.

Retiree rode me hard and fast, orchestrating a crescendo of cum in concert with Guard, that left me in crumpled cum filled pile where I left my tank top.

Now that it was mid-morning on a weekend day at the garden center, Retiree, Manager and Guard all slipped into the flow of customers one by one, leaving me behind to figure out my own way out.

Naked and draining, waiting for my asshole to contract to its normal size and shape, I sat by the door, defending it from random shoppers intent of admittance.

Then I heard a knowing knock. It was my friends from the day before. They were watching the live stream and seeing that I was available, politely asked if I needed company.