The Bookstore

Rain tapped softly against the front windows of the bookstore, fogging the edges while the fluorescent lights overhead flickered intermittently. It was a slow day, only a few customers waked through the shelves, thumbing through books.

Daniel was surveying the place, looking for that hot woman he’d seen last time he was there. That’s when he saw her, leaned near the graphic novels, running her fingers along the spines. Black leather skirt. Boots. Legs like vices. She bent forward just slightly, enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans.

He spoke before he could stop himself. “Come to the bathroom with me,” he muttered from behind, voice rough, thick with want. “I need to bend you over and fuck you stupid.”

She turned. Lips like crushed berries, smile sharp as a blade. Her eyes drank him in. Not shocked, enticed.

“Bathroom?” Her smirk curled. “What, scared someone might see?”

She stepped close. So close he felt her heat. Then she turned her back to him and slowly, slowly hiked her skirt up around her hips. No hesitation. No shame. Just sheer black panties clinging to her soaked cunt.

“Fuck me here,” she growled over her shoulder. “Right in front of Maus. I want those sad little drawings watching while you make a mess of me.”

He didn’t need telling twice.

He yanked her panties aside and buried himself inside her with a grunt, hard and fast and deep. She was already wet, and so slick. She squealed, high, bright, needy. His hips slapped against her, and his heavy balls swung low, landing with wet, rhythmic smacks against her hot, swollen and perfectly swollen clit.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Her fingers clawed the bookshelf, knocking Sandman and Watchmen to the floor. Her ass rippled from the pounding she was getting. She moaned louder, full-throated, not caring who heard. “Harder! I can feel every vein in your cock!”

He growled, pulled her hair back, bit her neck, and she squirted.

Everywhere.

It hit his thighs, the books, the floor, warm, gushing, unstoppable. Her whole body shook with it, toes curling in her boots, breath hitching. “Ffffuuuck, I’m cumming—”

And he didn’t stop.

He grabbed her tighter and hammered her, his cock soaked, her cunt gushing with every slam, until his balls tightened and he shoved deep, so deep he hit the edge of her soul, and unloaded everything.

Thick, molten heat spilled inside her, pulse after pulse, flooding her full until the pressure forced him out with a sloppy, soaking squelch.

SPLOOSH.

His cock popped free in a creamy burst, her slick hole still twitching, drooling white down her trembling thighs.

And just then, they saw him.

The stranger. The voyeur.

Peeking through the aisle. Mouth open. Pants around his ankles. One hand braced against the Sci-Fi shelf, the other wrapped around the longest, veiniest cock they’d ever seen. He was jerking off, watching everything. Breathing heavy. Pre-cum glistening, and dripping from his swollen tip.

She locked eyes with him. Didn’t flinch.

Instead, she spread her legs, fingers dipping into her own cunt, scooping out a mess of both their fluids and licking it slow, deliberately. “Like the show?”

He whimpered, stroking faster.

“I fucking love it.”

Daniel stepped behind again, still hard, grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock back in with a wet slap.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Her cries echoed off the shelves, her ass bouncing with every thrust, the stranger watching, gasping, jerking his cock faster, desperate.

And then the voyeur came.

FSSHHHPLAT.

Massive sticky white ropes shot out across the Star Wars shelf, splattering Yoda’s face and dripping down the spines of hundreds of books. His knees buckled, cock twitching, breath ragged, spent and dizzy.

But she wasn’t done.

She pulled herself off her lover’s cock with a squelch, turned, and crawled toward the voyeur on all four, her thighs smeared with cum, pussy still open, pulsing, leaking. She reached for his softening cock and smeared their mess all over it, base to tip, humming low in her throat.

Then she looked up at both of them, eyes wild.

She was dripping, her cunt pouting and glossy, rim twitching with each breath. The air around her was fogged with sex, heavy and humid, the once-innocent bookstore now a den of carnal obedience. And she was the center of it, the altar, the goddess, the gluttony.

Her hand fisted in the voyeur’s hair.

“On your back,” she ordered, voice sharp as a whipcrack.

He obeyed instantly, sprawling across the aisle floor, cock still half-hard, glistening with the shine of earlier sin. His face was flushed, a sheen of sweat across his brow. She stood above him, straddled his chest, dripping onto his ribs—a perfect view of her ruined cunt and the slow leak of cum rolling from her still-gaping hole.

Then she sank onto his face.

He gasped, but she was already grinding, suffocating him in her soaked, swollen heat. Her pussy coated his chin, smeared across his mouth, her hands planted on his shoulders as she rolled her hips slowly.

“Eat every fucking drop,” she growled, biting her lip. “Tongue in. Clean it all.”

And he did, desperate, slurping, burying his mouth in her, tongue thrusting deep into her soaked, sensitive cunt, licking up the mixture of her squirt and the thick white load still leaking out. His moans were muffled by her flesh, his hands clinging to her thighs like he’d drown without her.

Behind her, Daniel hadn’t stopped watching. His cock was still hard, again, like steel, and he walked slow, watching her ride the stranger’s face like a throne, her whole body quaking, her back arching in little shivers.

“Look at you,” he murmured, grabbing her ass and spreading it wide. “Still fucking hungry.”

Her asshole glistened, tight, twitching, still untouched today.

“Put it in,” she gasped. “Fill my ass this time. I want to feel you burst in me while he licks my pussy raw.”

He didn’t hesitate.

He spit once, wet, sloppy, onto her backdoor, then pressed his cock against the tight ring and pushed. She tensed, moaned, bucked forward, but he kept going, slow and forceful, until the whole thick length slid in with a deep, dirty groan.

“Oh fuck,” she sobbed, sandwiching the voyeur’s face with her thighs, her rim stretched wide, her cunt now smearing slick and spit across the voyeur’s nose. “Fucking yes, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

Daniel fucked her ass hard with deep strokes that shook her whole body, making her cry out against the echoing shelves. His balls slapped her dripping pussy, dragged across the voyeur’s forehead, with every thrust, wet, rhythmic plap plap plap—a symphony of flesh.

She rode both of them, sandwiched in sin, her body shaking from the overstimulation. “I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna fucking cum again—”

She squirted on the voyeurs face —a flood that soaked his cheeks and lips, filled his mouth, left him coughing and gasping and licking more. She clenched around Daniel’s cock in her ass, milking him, tightening like a fist.

He groaned, held her hips, and unleashed.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot deep into her ass, flooding her until it pushed out around his cock, dripping down over her thighs, pooling on the voyeur’s chest.

Her body collapsed, twitching, shaking, pinned between two men soaked in her juices and their own.

She didn’t move for a moment. Just breathed.

Then she looked over her shoulder, lips curling.

They were panting, faces slick, eyes glazed, cocks still hard. Hers was a performance they’d never recover from.

That’s when they heard the security guard whistling through the pulp fiction section. There were no goodbyes, just a flash of zippers and hands, and they were off, all going their separate ways.

“Holy shit! What’s this mess?” shouted the. Security guard as he made his way into the graphic novel aisle.

It started Rainer harder outside, as the security guard went to the back to look for a mop.