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CHAPTER ELEVEN

The evening shift was like a different job. The Sporting Goods Department no longer belonged exclusively to Sally, but had to be shared with two other girls, both of whom had been working at Lipman's for several years. The girls, Rhonda and Olive, were both college girls, and Sally could tell that they thought of her as a know-nothing teeny-bopper, not even worth talking to. They also seemed bored with their work, neither of them getting excited over all the handsome men who walked in. When a man tried to flirt with them, Sally could tell that they weren't too thrilled. And when that same man went to the fitting room to try on a new warm-up suit, the two women looked at each other, then both of them at Sally. Sally shrugged and went in to take care of the man, which is exactly what she wanted to do.

The man had a big sweaty cock, and Sally sucked it off in less than two minutes. The man didn't even try on the warm-up suit, just went to the counter and bought it, stumbling out of Sporting Goods in a daze.

"That was sure quick," Rhonda said to Sally, giving her a suspicious glance.

Sally didn't have time to think of something clever to say, because suddenly another man had entered the fitting room, and it was obvious that both Rhonda and Olive expected Sally to take care of him too. Sally didn't mind. In fact, she'd take care of every man who came in tonight if the other two girls didn't want to. As far as she was concerned, servicing the men was what made this job worth having. The money, the prestige – they were great. But she'd trade them both for the cocks alone.

This new man had loose skin on his cockhead, just like Mr. Lipman did. Sally had fun playing with the loose skin, sliding it up and down over the shiny wet knob, licking underneath it. His cockhead was burning hot, and Sally delighted in sucking on it. She paid so much attention to his swollen cock knob and to the sexy skin on it, that she found her mouth full of cum before she even had a chance to give the man a proper blowjob. She gripped his prickshaft so she could work the skin up and down, helping pump the hot jism out while she munched on the throbbing head. She sloshed the slimy cum around in her mouth before swallowing it, getting a good taste. When the man was done shooting, she peeled his skin back tight and sucked up his entire cock, milking the cum out of the pisstube with tight lips. He shook all over, gasping until she released his cock.

Outside, the two women studied her as she came out of the booth. The man she'd sucked off had made his purchase and was standing at the elevator.

"That was even quicker," Rhonda said.

"What do you have in there?" Olive said. "Some kind of machine?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Sally said, smiling to herself as she sauntered away to help a man try on some golf shoes.

By the time her dinner break came, Sally had sucked off a dozen men, about as many as she sometimes did during an entire day. But she'd only been working two hours! Rhonda and Olive had let her have all the men, and they seemed to be warming up to her more and more. She was beginning to feel accepted by them, even admired in a way.

During her break, Sally was so caught up in watching the new faces in the cafeteria and with talking to new fellow employees of Lipman's that she completely forgot to call home and inform her mother she wouldn't be there for dinner. Mom would throw a fit tomorrow, but Sally knew that one mention of her new promotion would not only quell her mother's raving, but would send the woman to the telephone to make gloating calls.

When Sally returned to the floor, Sporting Goods was hopping.

"Thank God you're back," Olive whispered to Sally as she rang up a sale. "Take over for me. I'm going to supper."

Sally found herself looking at a line of five people, all waiting to check out. As Sally rang up the fifth purchase, she saw Rhonda come out of the women's fitting room, her face red. Then, to Sally's surprise, two men came out of the men's fitting room. The two men gave Sally a good looking over as Sally checked them out, and one of them asked her if she'd be working evenings regularly from now on.

"A few evenings a week," Sally said. "Otherwise I work days. Come back again soon."

"You can count on it," the man said.

Over and hour later – after both Rhonda and Olive had returned from their supper breaks, and after Sally had serviced five more men – a funny-looking man with a beard and dark glasses came into Sporting Goods. Without even bothering to take clothing along to try on, he slipped into the fitting room. Rhonda and Olive glanced at Sally as if to say, he's all yours, not that she needed their glance to tell her that. She knew all the men would be hers for the rest of the evening.

The moment Sally opened the small door inside the booth, the man stuck his cock through. He'd pulled both his cock and balls out of his fly and he mumbled that Sally should lick them. Her tongue flapped and the man started to breathe heavily, loudly enough for Sally to hear him even aver the blaring of the music outside. His cock throbbed heavily, starting to drip as Sally sucked on his balls.

"Go down on it, you little bitch!" he muttered, and Sally swallowed his cock, trying to figure out where she'd heard his voice before.

"Mmn, suck that thing, you little slut!"

Sally bobbed her head, sucking, licking, munching. Her mind was working as well as her mouth. The voice was familiar, so familiar that it was shouting the man's name at her, but she couldn't make it out.

"Show me your ass, bitch! I want to fuck your pussy!"

Sally's pussy was dribbling juice as she mashed it to the hole in the wall, and the man leaned over to lick it before he slipped his cock inside her. As his hot cock slid to the hilt up her throbbing cunt, she nearly gasped out the man's name as she voiced her pleasure. Reverend Rockford! Sally couldn't believe it! But there was only one voice like his in the world, and Sally had heard it preaching at her since she'd been in diapers, preaching hellfire and damnation, preaching about the evils of the world and the flesh – especially the evils of the flesh. It had always puzzled Sally that a man who condemned sex so much could father children. She'd always been sure his children had been adopted. It seemed impossible that Reverend, Rockford could even possess a cock.

"Ohhhh baby, fuck that thing! Yeah, wiggle that ass! Come on, slut, bring me off!" The reverend rammed his cock in and out, making it swell and harden even more as he pleasured it in Sally's sucking pussyhole.

Sally tightened her cunt, churned her ass, and suddenly she felt the hot spurts splashing in the depths of her sucking crotch-hole. The reverend let out a pained groan, then gasped again and again as his cum shot into Sally's cunt. The moment he was done shooting he pulled out.

"Lick it clean, you dirty little tramp!" he said in whispers. "You're filthy. You ought to be thrown in a washing machine!" He waited for her to lick his cock and balls clean, then stuffed them back in his pants. "Here." He shoved a twenty dollar bill at her, and then he was gone.

Sally was readjusting the curtain that covered the wall when she heard someone enter the men's booth and knock on the wall. She whisked aside the curtain, dropped to her knees, and opened the door. The man in the next booth already had his cock out and was jerking it off. She put her face in the window and opened her mouth.

This man was chewing gum. His dark glasses hid his eyes and he had a mustache. He stared down at her through his dark glasses, chewing his cum to the rhythm of his cock-beating. Lube began to drip from his open pisshole, and Sally stuck out her tongue, trying to catch it. The man just watched her, jerking off his cock, not letting her tongue get more than a few inches from his cock knob.

"I'll suck it, if you want," Sally said.

The man said nothing, just kept jerking off. "Please," she said. "Let me suck it, huh?" The man grunted and ejaculated on her face.

Sally closed her eyes, letting him shoot off all over her face and in her mouth. When he was done shooting, he stuffed his cock in her mouth and let her suck the pisstube dry.

Sally cleaned off her face with her fingers, then cleaned off her fingers by licking and sucking them. She could see the man going through his wallet in the other booth. He dropped the wallet and it fell open. The sight of a badge made Sally's heart stop. The man was a cop, maybe the Chief of Police, for God's sake! Her heart started again when the man tossed a five dollar bill through the hole.

"Pretty face," he said. "Real pretty face." Sally sat there after the man had left, slightly shaken up. She wondered if she could be arrested or something for doing what she was doing. Then she remembered who her employer was, and her fear passed. George Lipman owned this town including the police. And that cop hadn't arrested her, had he? He'd fed her his cum instead. Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the wall. Sally opened the window and went to work.

Much later – the store must have been getting near to closing for the night – Sally found herself with a touch of a bellyache. She'd swallowed at least a quart of cum. And both her cunt and asshole were leaking cum too. She hadn't left the booth since she'd entered it to suck off Reverend Rockford. Men had come in one after another to be pleasured. She'd lost count of them. Rhonda and Olive hadn't bothered her, obviously happy to let her take care of all the men. She couldn't figure out those girls.

Sally sighed as another man entered the men's booth and knocked. She was getting a little tired, and a little sore. She had her job to do, though. She opened the window and, without looking through it, put her ass up to the hole, offering the new man her cunt. She couldn't swallow any more cum or she might vomit. The man's hot hands gripped her ass. Instead of entering her cunt, though, he chose to fuck her asshole. His cock was big, and it gave Sally's asshole a good stretch, penetrating her so deep that Sally felt tingles deep in her bowels. As the man slid this cock in and out, Sally moaned, gyrating her ass. The man moaned too, and he fucked faster.

Sally had long ago discarded her dress and shoes, so she squirmed stark naked in the booth, her tits jiggling, her ass churning against the window as the man buggered her through it, his long, thick cock plunging in and out. She was slimy with cum inside, so his cock made noises inside her, and cum bubbled out of her asshole and out of her pulsating cunt. The sounds excited Sally, made her tighten her asshole and fuck harder. Her ass felt hot and swollen, tight with fuck-tension, its, skin ready to split open as the man dug in with his fingers. He rammed his cock in and out, jolting her, making them both gasp and grunt. Tingles streamed through her asshole and guts. She felt the man's cock getting bigger, hotter, tighter inside her. He was getting close to coming, and so was she.

"Fuck me!" she gibbered. "Oh fuck me!" The man moaned, slamming his cock harder, faster, deeper up her clutching, sucking asshole. She could feel his heavy balls flapping against her cunt. She ground her ass hard, on the verge of ecstasy. The man started to rattle the wall, and Sally knew his orgasm was on the way. As his cock flexed inside her, as it vibrated, as his cum burst from his cock and shot deep into Sally's bowels, Sally let out a gasp of pleasure and began to jerk with spasms. She felt as if she were melting inside. Her asshole clutched rhythmically, milking the hot cum out of the man's bucking cock. The man's gasps and moans of pleasure increased Sally's own excitement, and she wiggled her hot ass, her body shaking with streaming tingles and spastic contractions.

Their fucking slowed. Sally let the man work his cock in her asshole until he'd milked out every drop of cum and pleasure. When he pulled out, she turned around and dropped to her knees, her mouth open. She wanted to suck the man's cock clean. She reached through the hole, giggling as she caught the man's cock and stuffed it in her mouth. She heard him gasp and she turned her eyes up.

Her dad was looking down at her, his cock dangling down her throat. He looked sick, weak, as if he'd just been slugged in the solar plexus.

"My God!" he whispered.

Her mind in such a state that she couldn't even think, Sally just sucked. She sucked and sucked and sucked, until her father's cock became ramrod stiff in her mouth and his expression of shock reddened to an expression of lust.

He stood there passively, letting her suck him off. He came in two minutes, gasping.

"How was I to know you were in here?" he said at last.

Sally finished swallowing his cum and wiped her mouth with her and she kissed his big hanging prick.

"You couldn't have known," she said. "But now you do. You've got a really good-tasting cock, Daddy. Can I suck it again?"

"No… I mean at least not now, not here."

"The store closes soon," Sally said. "I know a place you might like in the country. It's a great place. Let's go there. You can pick me up right in front of the store after it closes. Nobody will think a thing. You're my dad, after all. What do you say, Daddy?" She eyed his cock, licking her lips.

"Hurry," her dad said. "Don't be late." His cock was hard again.