No Words 3.

My trench coat had become a nuisance. Bent over the counter as I was, it had become a tangle of heavy fabric, repeatedly falling back over my ass, blocking everyone's view. The pupil was becoming impatient with this distraction and wanted the show to begin in earnest.

Risking upsetting his mentor, he interrupted, and quickly stripped away my coat, tossing it aside in a crumpled heap, leaving me naked perched atop my stilettos.

Free from my restraining garment, my arms naturally extended above my head on the glass countertop, my flattened boobs and nipples easily inspected from below through the glass. The pupil squatted down next me, peering up at my fried eggs on display, close enough to sniff at my wafting pussy vapors as his mentor positioned himself at my opening.

Unwittingly, my fingers started scurrying across the countertop in search of a handhold to support myself for what was to cum.

Instead they stumbled upon the improbably large dildo, proudly displayed on the countertop, like a beacon for the extremist. My hands instinctively cupped its base, my index fingers barely meeting my thumbs to encircle its girth, and then without knowing why, I began stroking this talisman to sex.

This got the attention of the cashier, who finally put down his phone and joined us. He said matter-of-factly, if you use it, you bought it. Just another day in the den of perversion.

I was secretly relieved, fearing that my mindless grasping would be perceived as an invitation to use this monster penetrator on me. Its cost would spare my pussy its inevitable destruction.

Heeding the cashier's warning, the pupil reached down into my piled coat and retrieved its belt, and expertly bound my hands behind my back, preventing any inadvertent toy bill.

Time stopped. It seemed like I had been in this store for hours and I began wondering about my hubby's whereabouts. 15 minutes and then he was supposed to rescue me.

The big fat cock that slid into me in one long thrust snapped me back to reality. My pussy struggled to accommodate him as he bored deeper into me, until he bottomed out, finally meeting resistance at the depth of my anatomy. But one last forceful thrust found that I had a little more give after all, his cock was buried in my pussy to its hilt, his descent into me complete, our pubic hair melding into an inseparable tuft.

Claiming his ground he waited for me to adjust to his size. Thrusting ever so slightly into me without ever withdrawing. His fingernails digging into my hips, reminding me of his leverage.

His pupil was back to his squat, inches from our linked genitals, marveling that my petite, lithe body could so readily accept this much manhood. In my mind's eye, I could see him drooling in anticipation.

The added attention caused the cock to grow within me, my pussy stretching and wringing out more of my juices instinctively.

Then the thrusting began. Sawing back and forth, its entire length withdrawing to my opening and then plunging back into me, seemingly deeper than before, even though it was physically impossible. I bucked my hips back into him, our rhythm syncing, until our meeting thrusts created a symphony of wet slapping sounds.

My pussy was on fire, engorged with hot blood, pulsing toward orgasm, when he abruptly sank into me and paused a beat before blasting a fire hose of goo into me, his torso collapsing on my back, breathing heavily and contentedly.

I was so close.

But he was sated and withdrew his flaccid rope of cock, slapping my ass cheek in gratitude. His cum dump flowed freely from my vacated pussy, plopping in viscous dollops between my stilettos.

My disappointment was short-lived.

His pupil needed no encouragement. He mounted me as soon as his mentor allowed. He was less endowed but eager and thrusted spastically, aggressively fingering my clit and pussy lips with both hands, stoking the embers of my heat.

I was so focused on the visitations between legs that I hadn't noticed that the cashier had returned and was stroking himself right above my head, watching the action across my back as his patrons' cocks disappeared into me.

This was like gasoline on a fire, I was suddenly hotter than before and lifted my torso off the countertop and offered my mouth to the cashier's bulbous cock head inches away. He didn't need to be asked twice, palming my head, he began thrusting into my mouth greeted by my tongue, tickling the underside of his meat stick.

At first the cadence of our three person chain was mistimed but within a few strokes the two cocks met in the middle, denying me any escape from their colliding thrusts, in my pussy and my throat.

The pupil's lack of size was more than made up by his deft ministration of my clit. My orgasm was building like a tidal wave about the crash on the shore. The taste of pre-cum on my tongue and being the object such carnal desire made my release into pleasure a certainty.

The pupil's thrusting had become uncontrolled and selfish, his mind surrendering to his body's instinctive timing, optimizing his penetration for maximal depth and effectiveness. His bulbous head sealing my tunnel, dredging up and plunging out his mentor's deposit. His seed was predominate. A foam of discarded cum bubbled around my opening.

He was ready to blow, I could anticipate his final thrust and was determined to meet him at his deepest to trigger my own satisfaction.

The cashier sensed it too and started fucking my face urgently but held off wanting to share to moment in unison.

Then I lost it. My orgasm hit me unexpectedly and I shuddered uncontrollably, goosebumps rippling across my skin, thrusting wildly against the alpha cock burrowing into me.

One last deepest thrust and I expected the splash of cum to wash down into me but instead just as I felt the tell-tail switch being flipped, he unexpectedly withdrew his length entirely, parted my ass cheeks, and plunged his greased inseminator into my ass with such speed and precision that my sphincter didn't have time to clench in resistance, it just accepted the intruder as if he was a welcomed guest.

His balls slapped against my pussy as the root of his cock bounced on my anus. A jet of hot cum erupting as he hit bottom.

The cashier was equally surprised and starting spewing his load across my face and open mouth.

I heard a high five slap above my head as everyone withdrew from used body and tucked themselves away.

Exactly 15 minutes after I entered the store, hubby did the awkward doorway dance for right of way as the two men exited as he entered.

The cashier was back on his phone behind the register.

And there I was breathing heavily, sweat glistening on my back, my torso resting on the countertop, my boobs once again mashed into the glass, still bound with my coat's belt, enjoying the last of my twitchy subsiding orgasm.

Cum oozed from my topped-off ass, adding to foamy bodily fluids bubbling around my well used pussy. As my tongue languidly licked the cum around my lips.

Seeing me in such a state, hubby did what I would expect, he approached cautiously at first, and then unzipped his pants, and with no words began enjoying the bounty of his marital bed.

As he dumped his final load into my ass to reclaim his entitlement, he noticed the improbably large dildo on the countertop in front of me. Still bound with my coat's belt, he inquired over his shoulder with the cashier. His answer was the same, use it, own it.

I was too tired to care and not in a position to argue but curious nonetheless.

Hubby paid in cash before returning to our car, doing the awkward doorway dance again as a couple more patrons entered the store.

The cashier nodded without looking up to greet them but his answer had changed, it was prepaid.

15 minutes more.