No Words 2.

My hubby waited patiently in the car outside this roadside peddler of perversions while I conducted my experiment, for the betterment of mankind, of course.

If I didn't re-emerge within 15 minutes, he was to come retrieve me.

Unexpectedly, given that I had two interested parties, each pressing into me like a panini, delay seemed like a certainty. Even that cashier was showing interest in the developing scene, glancing up from his phone periodically, if only momentarily.

Asserting myself, I tried to make myself seem a bit bigger between these two man pillars, by throwing my shoulders back and stretching my neck upward, even rising to my toes. But efforts only backfired. Looking down at me, they enjoyed a tantalizing view of my cleavage as my coat parted at the collar. What had been presumed was now evident, that I wasn't wearing a top for sure, and likely nothing else, under my coat.

My swagger was mistaken for an invitation.

A large hand slipped into my left coat pocket and enveloped my tightly balled fingers buried within. His hand was rough and calloused from labor but his touch was tender and warm, and I felt my fist loosening as his hand embraced mine, our fingers entwining. The man on my right was a good student, paying careful attention, and was soon deep in my other pocket. Unwittingly, I had surrendered both of my hands to their control. I was cuffed by my own coat.

My face spun from left to right, back and forth, meeting their gaze, imploring them with my eyes to free my hands. Both tight-lipped, they shook their heads denying my entreaty.

Crestfallen, my chin dropped toward my chest. I didn't resist or even flinch as they unknotted my trench coat belt and pulled it apart with their free hands, revealing my naked body.

My nipples crinkled into raisins atop my upswept breasts, rising and falling on my heaving chest. They each pinched and twisted the nipple nearest them before bending down and suckling my nipples, sucking and nibbling, pulling them taut between their teeth. The faucet on my pussy had been turned and I was flowing with viscous self-lube.

The cashier remained at his post but it was evident what was going on despite having my back toward him as these two men bobbed on my boobs. My coat fell from my shoulders and slid down my arms to my wrist still buried in my pockets, revealing my naked back down to the top of my ass cheeks.

These two mauled me like hungry dogs, nipping at my nipples and breasts leaving them swollen and covered with teeth marks.

The man on the left stood upright abruptly satisfied with his appetizer and hefted my breast with the palm of his hand, as if weighing it, then traced his index finger down my torso to my neatly trimmed pussy, parting my lips from top to bottom before slipping into my dripping hole. I gasped at the penetration. One finger became two as he plumbed my depth while thumbing my delicate clit with his sand paper rough thumb.

Pulling his fingers from deep within me, he rubbed them against his thumb pad, in front of my eyes, assessing the viscosity of my juices.

Apparently, he deemed me ready and started to unbuckle his belt, shimmying his jeans over his hips, they came to rest mid thigh.

His hand still holding mine in my pocket, he bent me over at the waist, pressing my nakedness into the glass display case in front of me filled with dildos and butt plugs of assorted sizes.

Shifting behind me he loosened his grip on my hand to test my subservience. I didn't move a muscle, communicating my submission.

His hand released mine and withdrew from my coat pocket and grabbed my hip firmly after flipping my coat hem onto my back, exposing my ass and glistening pussy. Clamped between his powerful hands and bent over to receive, I waited for the onslaught to begin.

His pupil stood back dutifully, disappointed at first, having to relinquish my tit, but then excited by realization that he was about to witness his next lesson.