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Not Bad For A Grocery Store Whore

Phone Sex SlutsIt was another horny Thursday, so I was shopping at the local grocery store. I didn’t think that I needed to change my clothes, the very short skirt and the tank top combination I was wearing was perfect for the heatwave. I loved the way this thong rubbed against my clit, anyway.
While choosing tomatoes in the produce section, a set of strong hands grabs me by my hips. He rubbed against me, and I could feel how hard his cock was through his jeans. My pussy was instantly soaked. He leaned forward and and whispered in my ear to meet him in the family restroom in five minutes, and then he was gone.
I arrived there in four, still trembling as I tapped on the door. The same voice told me to enter, and I did but the lights were not on. He grabbed me, locked the door, threw me against the wall, and mercilessly shoved his cock deep in my little hot cunt. He held a hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream, and he fucked me.
He slammed himself into me, laughing at my whimpers and my tears, until he came all up inside and all over my pussy. He made me kneel, and he cleaned his cock off all over my face. I used my mouth as much as he would let me. Eventually, he pulled me to my feet, slipped something into my hand, and left without a word.
After a moment, I bothered to turn the lights on to look at what a mess I had to become. He did leave me $100. Not bad for a whore like me. It still turns me on when I think of it. I never even saw his face.


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