TAKEN (Five Hardcore Rough and Reluctant Sex Shorts) (6 page)

He smiled.  “Yeah, I know.  Bar Rum 54 on Jefferson.  You’re the bartender.”

She stared at him, mystified.  “How did you . . . ?”

“I’ve been in there at least eight times in the past week and a half.  I’ve wanted to ask you out forever.” He tugged on Galahad’s leash and walked over to her.  “So, see you tonight?”

She looked blankly at him for a moment before she began putting the pieces together.  “Were you waiting for me this morning?”

“What?  No, that was just a happy coincidence.  But I did recognize you from the bar when I saw you.  I just had to try something.”

She nodded absently at him, as she hugged a struggling Louis to her chest.  “That was some something.”

He smiled.  “Yeah, I guess so.  Well, I better get going, Galahad’s owner is going to go ballistic over her dog being gone so long.  And the mud, my God, she’s probably going to make me give the big dumb ox a bath.”

Tara stared at him.  “This isn’t your dog?”

He shook his head.  “Hell, no, I just offered to walk him because his owner had an accident and is stuck in bed for a few weeks.”

Tara nodded her head, an odd suspicion growing in her mind. 
“Um hmm.
  And imagine running into me here in the park.”

He shrugged again and she saw a boyish gleam in his eye that told her
that
her suspicions were most likely correct.  She was angry for a second and then she felt another sharp spasm hit her between the legs and she felt her anger disappear.  “Well, you better get Galahad home then.”  She turned and started walking down the trail toward home again.  But before she was out of earshot, she called over her shoulder.  “I’ll see you tonight.”  She stopped and set Louis on the ground and turned to look one more time at her sexy stranger.  “And don’t bring the dog.”

TAKEN AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE

Reluctant Double Penetration in the Dressing Room
by
Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by
Naughty Daydreams Press

Cover image by
Russell Marleau

Millicent looked at her watch again and counted the minutes until she would be able to shut the dressing rooms down and clock out and head home.  It had been a long shift, dealing with people who wanted to complain about everything about the store or who decided to use the dressing rooms as giant trash bins.  Then, of course, there had been the group of teenage girls she had caught trying to walk out with new, unpaid for shirts under their old clothes.  She had had to hold them as security made their slow way to the rooms and that had been a nightmare.  So, complaints, filth and shoplifting had done their work and she felt ready to crash and burn.

The store was fairly empty and she was sure there would be no one around in the next ten minutes, so she started her closing duties a little early.  She sighed as she opened the first door and found an actual diaper tossed on the bench.  There were also sunflower seeds all over the floor.  God, what was wrong with people?  She sighed and went back out to grab the dust buster she kept under the counter up front.

She yawned as she headed back to the room with the vacuum.  She was so tired. 
Working a nearly full time job while carrying a full school load was taking its toll.
  She had a test in two days in her art history class that she hadn’t even studied for yet and tomorrow she had an eight hour shift.  She turned on the
Dustbuster
and began cleaning the mess, thinking how happy she would be when all of this menial shit would be over and she could get a job in her field of art restoration and conservation.  She looked forward to being an intellectual snob working at some museum with a guaranteed salary that would support her in some metropolitan area.  Anything would be better than vacuuming up left behind food remnants in suburbia.

She shut off the vacuum and suddenly, she noticed the two men standing in the open doorway to the dressing room.  She jumped and nearly fell face first onto the dirty diaper in the corner.  Sighing, she stood up and stepped out of the dressing room, leaving the vacuum on the floor.  God, there were always idiots who insisted on shopping last minute.   “Can I help you?”

The cute blond, she had already evaluated both of them and determined that they were definitely attractive, answered in an accent she thought sounded East European.  “Um, my friend want
s
to try on clothes?”   

Now she sighed.  Didn’t anybody understand the meaning of the word closing?  Still, she knew better than to make a customer angry and they weren’t bad looking.  It
wouldn’t be like having to keep the room open for some overweight mother of two snotty toddlers while she tried on jeans two sizes too small. 
“Yeah, no problem.
  Here, let me see how many items you have.”

They looked at her, confused.  She sighed and took the pile of clothing out of the arms of the dark-haired one.  She smiled at him, loving his blue eyes and his rugged looks.  “Okay, I’m just going to count this.”  She held up the clothing and then walked to the back to find a decent room without food or diapers to spoil the experience.  She did a quick count and then handed the pile back to the guy as he stepped up to her.  She waved him into the room and was surprised when his friend followed him in. 
Oh, I get it.  Of course, they had to be gay.  All the good looking ones are gay, right? 
She groaned and moved off to finish cleaning the other room.

But in a few moments, there was apparently a problem because the blond was back, waving at her to get her attention.  “What is it you need?”

He shook his head as if he just couldn’t find the right words to describe what the problem was.  Millicent dropped her vacuum for a second time and followed the man to the dressing room.  He stepped right in and seemed to expect her to follow, but she wasn’t about to do that and break company policy.  “Sorry, I can’t go in, but tell me what you need and I can help you.”

He frowned for a moment and turned to his friend, talking rapidly in another language before turning back to her and smiling, gesturing to her to step closer.  “Please tell what think of clothing.”

She stepped close enough to see his friend wearing horrendous purple sweats and no shirt.  She thought he looked like a demented Smurf and guessed he must have picked up a pair of women’s pants by accident.  She laughed a bit by accident but quickly covered it as a cough.  “Um, I think I might have something that would be a better fit, if you want to change out of those pants and hand them to me, I can go get you something more suitable.”  God only knew how much of that they actually understood, but they seemed to talk excitedly for a bit and then they were nodding and gesturing her even closer.

She scooted right up to the door, holding her hand out to demonstrate what she meant and then the blond was grabbing her and pulling her into the dressing room, pushing her towards his friend as he shut the door behind him.

As the arms of the dark-haired man wrapped about her waist, she began to scream but the blond was by her and had his hand clamped on her mouth before she could make much of an alarm.  Now, both of them began to move quickly, pulling at her uniform of black pants and green shirt, yanking them from her body while keeping her mouth covered.  Her breathing was speeding up, making her panic as she fought to drag air in through just her nose.  Her heart felt like a fist hammering at her breast as they moved their hands over her, undressing her, brushing over her breasts as they pulled her bra down and grabbing her ass and laughing to each other as her panties came off.

In no time, she was standing naked in their arms, her breasts resting on the arm of the dark-haired man holding her and the blond still holding his hand on her mouth.  She tried to calm herself to let them know she wouldn’t yell if they would just let her breath and, finally, he seemed to get the message because his hand dropped as he gave her a warning look.  She nodded her understanding and only made noise as she sucked air into her lungs.

The blond chuckled and watched her chest rise and fall in deep breaths.  Reaching out, he grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a twist, making her hitch her breath, but she kept her head and kept quiet.  He chuckled again and took her whole breast in his large hand and gave it a hard squeeze and, suddenly, she felt a strong shot of feeling run straight from her breast to between her legs and she felt herself get a little wet at his touch.

Shocked by her reaction and a little embarrassed, she tried to move away from the blond, but she had nowhere to go because the moment she stepped back, she ran into the other one, whose laugh sounded deep in his chest as he put both of his hands on her breasts and began massaging them, tweaking the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.  She moved in his hands, moaning softly, but she didn’t make any loud noise that might make them upset.

The blond one now stepped back and began undoing his belt and the zipper on his pants, shifting them down over his strong muscled legs and stepping out of them, letting them drop off to the side.  His cock pushed against his bikini underwear and she
could tell that he was very large.  He smiled at her as he caught her eyes staring at his crotch and he moved up to her and took her hand and made her grasp him through his underwear.  Her hand came up and took hold of him and he groaned as she held him.  She thought for a bit that she could probably squeeze hard enough to hurt him, but the other one was holding her and she knew she would be in trouble, so she stayed there holding his cock and trembling at the mixed feelings that went through her.

It had been a while since she had been with a guy because, quite frankly, she didn’t have time.  Between school and work, she was lucky to get a chance to eat and sleep and, sometimes, even one of those was sacrificed.  So, as she stood there with his package in her hand, she felt a stirring between her legs that was even harder, and she shifted her feet, trying to shake the desire that was growing there.

He pulled her hand away then, and removed his underwear, letting his large shaft fall free.  She saw that he was uncircumcised and thought in the back of her mind that this was the first time she had seen an uncircumcised penis.  She was surprised that she could have such a calm rational thought in the middle of all this, and she looked up at his face to see him smiling at her.

Again, he took hold of her hand and brought it to his naked cock and helped her begin to stroke the top.  Her hand passed over the tip and pulled the foreskin back to reveal the head of his penis, already engorged and dripping with
precum
.  His hand left hers and she still continued to stroke the thick cock, fascinated by the way the skin would cover the head and then reveal it, every time making it seem larger and harder than before.

Finally, he took her hand away and put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of him.  She looked up at him right before he put his hand on her head and pushed his dick against her mouth.  She kept her lips pressed together for only a few seconds before his thrusting pushed them apart and he slipped into her mouth and then, into her throat, making her gag as her air was blocked again.

His hand held her steady against him as he pushed in and she felt the skin of his cock shifting back and forth as her lips gripped his shaft.  He reached another hand down to grab one of hers and brought it up to stroke his cock before keeping it wrapped around the base.  She understood that he wanted her to use her hand to keep the foreskin back from the head of his shaft and she played her tongue around the head as it was
exposed.  He groaned as she did this and she felt oddly proud that she had pleased him.  He thrust hard and filled her mouth one last time before pulling out and picking her up from the floor.

He handed her over to his friend, who pulled her in for a kiss before turning her around and pushing her to her hands and knees.  Kneeling behind her, she felt his thighs lean against hers as his cock, longer than his friend’s but not quite as thick, played along the lips of her pussy.  She tensed in anticipation of his thrust inside her, but he just kept playing and teasing until she couldn’t handle it anymore and she moved her ass back against him to encourage him to just do it.

He didn’t though.  Instead, the first man sat on the wooden bench built into the walls of the dressing room and lifted her up before slamming her down hard on his cock.  The sudden fullness in her pussy was overwhelming, and she cried out in a hoarse gasp.  The man began pumping up furiously, and she felt stretched by the enormity of his cock.  His hands moved down to grip her ass hard, and she knew she’d be coming in seconds.  Suddenly, though, she felt a strange sensation, a slippery wiggling at her ass.  The other man was pushing his tongue in. It was the most bizarre feeling she’d had sexually, and she wondered how the man felt about being in such proximity to his friend’s dick.

He pulled away though, and grasping her hair, he turned her face back toward the man underneath her, sending little jolts of pain through her scalp with the power of his grip.  The man underneath began to fuck her furiously, and she was right on the edge when she suddenly felt attention at her ass again.  Only the man still gripped her hair.  It wasn’t his tongue, she realized, it was his cock.  She tried to turn her head, but she couldn’t move it the way he held her.  She opened her mouth to protest, but all sound disappeared in a red haze of pain when the man suddenly pushed forward hard, driving the entire length of his cock into her tiny virgin hole in one thrust.