Kinky Tales from the Convenience Store - Part 2

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It was a little after 2 a.m. when a wild-eyed woman burst through the doors of Chubby's and screamed, "Where is she?"

Her entrance drew my attention and before she said a word I'd assumed she was there to rob us, which is why I searched for any sight of a weapon. It was the anger on her face and the sense of ill intent that her posture communicated that had me worried, but I detected no weaponry. Of course the screaming made it clear she wasn't going to pull a gun and demand the money in the register. She was, however, intent on finding Amber, or at least that's what I assumed.

"You fucking bitch!" she screamed as Amber emerged from the snack aisle with a price gun - a harmless sort of gun - in her hand.

The woman ran towards Amber, who smartly - at least as far as I was concerned - ran away from her. I watched from behind the register as the chase unfolded with Amber racing down one aisle and then another as the woman followed with rage in her eyes and a steady stream of animalistic grunts pouring from her mouth.

It wasn't until the woman nearly got hold of Amber's hair that I emerged from behind the register. I figured she'd run out of energy, but it occurred to me that she might be riding high on meth or PCP and would not slow down until her heart gave out, which could take hours.

I waited for the right moment and then put myself between Amber and the crazed woman. She didn't stop her pursuit, though, making the painful choice to try and run right through me. We both toppled to the ground and she sat up, balled her hand into a fist, and raised it like she was going to rain hellfire down on me.

Thankfully, Amber grabbed her arm and pinned it behind the woman's back with surprising ease. I made a note to ask if she'd ever taken a self-defense class and then watched as Amber pulled the woman off of me and maneuvered her onto her stomach on the dirty linoleum floor (I made another mental note to mop the floors once our little adventure was over).

"Who the fuck are you?" Amber asked.

"Fuck you!"

Amber pulled her arm upwards and the woman screamed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"You're fucking my husband! You fucking whore!"

Guilt washed over Amber's face. It was the first time I'd seen that particular emotion from her. She let go of the woman's arm and backed away. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

The woman rolled onto her back and sat up. I figured we might be in for another chase around the store, but the energy that propelled her initial pursuit of Amber seemed to have drained out of her.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Tara."

I offered a hand and helped Tara to her feet. She brushed herself off and shot Amber a withering look, though she made no move to pursue her.

"I fucking hate you," she said.

"Fair," Amber replied.

Tara laughed, though there was a darkness to it. It's a little embarrassing, but as she laughed I noted that she was really quite pretty. She'd been gripped by madness when she entered the store and it had twisted her features, but the woman standing in front of me was attractive, though it seemed that the discovery of her husband's infidelity had worn her down a bit.

"How long?" Tara asked, though she did so without looking at Amber.

"Three weeks."

Tara closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then walked down the snack aisle. She grabbed a bag of Lay's chips - plain, which are my favorite - raised it above her head and dramatically threw it down. She then stomped on the bag, popping it open and firing chips all over the floor. It ranked up there with the most impressive temper tantrums I'd seen in the store and I was thankful she hadn't selected a liquid item to destroy as that sort of clean up was far more challenging.

"Do you suck his dick?" Tara asked.

"I do."

"Do you swallow?"

"I have. Twice."

I thought of listening to Amber and the cheating husband fuck, of how much I'd enjoyed listening. I then fantasized about – she’d never done it – Amber sucking my dick, which was strictly driven by the fact that I was young and insanely horny, as I knew perfectly well that I shouldn't have been thinking about anything sexual in that moment.

Tara, standing in the middle of a sea of chips, looked agonized for a few moments before she turned her attention to me.

"You. What's your name?"

"Carl."

"You're going to fuck me, Carl."

The sentence did not compute, so I stood there with a blank look on my face.

"I don't know if that's..."

Tara whipped her head towards Amber. "Shut the fuck up, whore!"

"Right. Good point."

Tara looked at me once more. "You're going to fuck me, Carl. You're going to fuck me right now. You're going to help me get revenge on my husband. You're going to fuck me and then I'm going to go home and tell him that I enjoyed a younger man's dick tonight, that I got fucked good and hard. That I let someone else have my pussy, that I let him have it however he wanted."

This was not a good idea. I knew that. I was working a dead-end job in a dead-end place, though. I hadn't gotten laid in more than six months. A sympathy handjob from Amber was all the action I'd had in that six month span and I was desperate.

"Okay," I said.

I glanced at Amber expecting to see worry or judgment on her face. Instead, I saw relief. I wondered if she'd been more nervous than I suspected about resolving Tara's appearance in our shitty little corner of the world.

"Get a condom," Tara instructed.

I rushed down the aisle closest to the front windows and grabbed a small box of condoms. "We have a little...well, break room, I guess. We could do it there."

"Perfect."

I headed for the break room and Tara followed behind me. Then I stopped abruptly enough that she crashed into me.

"What the fuck, Carl?" she asked.

I turned around. "Uh, it's just...well, I probably shouldn't bring it up, but now that I've made it obvious that something is on my mind I should probably tell you that Amber and your husband had sex in the break room just a few days ago."

Tara surprised me with a smile. "You're sweet, Carl. It's kind of a fucked up way of trying to be considerate of my feelings given that I might not have known that my husband came to this shithole to fuck the whore he's been cheating on me with...but I did know and I don't care where they fucked."

She pushed me and I turned and led her into our crappy little break room. I set the condoms on the desk and Tara shut the door and took her shirt off. She had on a white cotton bra with what looked like a coffee stain - I took longer than you might imagine to consider how that stain got there - but that too came off in an instant, revealing a surprisingly large and perky set of breasts. I stared at those because that's what young men do.

"What are you waiting for, Carl? Get naked."

I stripped as Tara took off her jeans and panties. She kept her socks on - a wise choice, given how dirty the floors are - and her lips were against mine a moment later. He tongue followed and I noted the faint taste of nicotine. Not my favorite thing when kissing a girl, but something about it felt right for the moment. The whole thing was trashy and chaotic, after all, and I was actually a little bit turned on by the nicotine.

"How long have you been married?" I asked as Tara's lips found my neck and her fingers encircled my cock.

"Shut the fuck up, Carl," she replied.

Then, to my complete and utter surprised, she squatted in front of me and took me in her mouth. I leaned against the desk and gripped the edges as my toes curled and my thighs trembled.

"Holy shit," I cried out. "Your husband's a fucking madman. Who would cheat on someone that can do that so well?"

Tara looked up at me and smiled, though her moment of joy was followed by what seemed like a moment of grief. Then there was anger and then my cock slipped into her mouth once more. This time she deepthroated me and again I gripped the desk.

After a few minutes of blissful oral sex, Tara stood and stared into my eyes. Her lips glistened with saliva - and perhaps a bit of my precum - and I stared at them. Then I leaned in and kissed her. I didn't open my mouth right away, though. I kind of just wanted to taste myself on her lips. I ran my hands down her back and pulled her close. I felt Tara's body sink into mine, like she'd surrendered to whatever pleasure there was for her in that moment. Then my mouth opened and our tongues entwined. She moaned in what seemed like a genuine manner and one of my hands moved over her hip and between her legs. My fingers found their way inside her and I was surprised at how wet she was, so much so that I moaned.

"What?" she asked.

"You're really wet."

"I guess that means you should fuck me."

Tara tore open a condom and rolled it down my cock. She sat on the desk and spread her legs. I took one of her breasts in my hand, guided my cock inside her, and leaned in to kiss her neck as I began to thrust.

"Mmm, that feels good," she said softly. "That feels really good, Carl."

I had a moment where I was certain she was lying. I found it hard to believe that she was enjoying any part of her quest for vengeance, but I didn't know Tara at all. Maybe she wasn't mad at her husband. Maybe this was how they got off. Maybe she loved chaos and insanity and cheating and chasing a younger woman around a convenience store as a way of getting turned on.

"Harder," she said. "Fuck me harder, Carl."

I fucked her harder. We kissed. I played with her tits. She grabbed my ass. She gave it a good spanking, too, bringing her hand down on it hard and doing so several times. I'm not really into pain, but there was no question it made the whole thing hotter.

"Fuck...holy fuck...Carl...I'm cumming!" Tara cried out.

Then she screamed. Then she started moaning. Then there were groans. She wrapped her legs around me and I stopped thrusting. She'd had an orgasm. A real orgasm. I couldn't believe it.

"Well, that was a surprise," she said.

"Yeah?"

She smiled, laughed softly, and nodded. "Yeah. That felt really good. Weirdly, I feel...better. Huh."

She kissed me after that. A long, slow, deep kiss. Maybe even romantic, though that's probably an insane thought on my part, given that we were in a cramped and messy and dirty room in the back of a highway convenience store.

"Fuck me until you cum," she said.

I smiled and then did so. It took a few minutes, but the orgasm was intense. It's a little embarrassing to say now, but I asked her to spank my ass right as I got close. She obliged and it was definitely the thing that put me over the top.

"That was really good," I said as I pulled out. "Thank you for that."

She laughed. "You're welcome, Carl."

I looked down. Her pussy was wet. Her labia were swollen. It was all quite beautiful.

Tara reached between her legs and ran her fingers over her pussy. She moaned softly and I looked up to see her eyes closed.

"Can I go down on you?" I asked.

"You're sweet. Sweeter than I deserve, I think."

"Is that a yes?"

She nodded and I got on my knees. Her hand found the back of my head and she pulled me between her legs. The smell of sex filled my nose and I bathed my tongue in her juices before dragging it upwards and tending to her clit.

Her orgasm arrived quickly. Her pussy dripped as she held my head between her legs, which were trembling from what I hoped was the strength of her climax.

After I'd finished, Tara kissed me softly and then hopped off the desk and got dressed. She took the condom from my cock and gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaving the break room. I dressed quickly to follow and saw Tara standing at the counter with the condom in her hand as she talked to Amber.

"But I don't want to," Amber said.

"And I don't really give a fuck what you want. Eat it."

I stood at the end of the snack aisle - which was still strewn with chips - and watched the battle of wills unfold.

"Will this be the end of it?" Amber asked. "Will you stay the fuck away from me if I eat his cum?"

"Will you keep fucking my husband?" Tara replied.

"No. I'll stop. I will."

"Then yes, this will be the end of it."

Amber looked at me and then back at the condom filled with my cum. It seemed like a simple way to clear her debt - of sorts - with Tara, so I saw no reason for Amber not to just eat the cum. I mean, she swallowed for Tara's husband, so she couldn't have found the idea all that upsetting.

"Fine," Amber said. She grabbed the condom, put the open end in her mouth, and tilted her head back as she raised the condom above her head. She worked her fingers down the shaft, pushing as much semen as she could manage into her mouth.

"Show it to me," Tara demanded.

Amber set the now-empty condom on the counter, opened her mouth, and showed Tara my thick load resting on her tongue.

"Swallow, whore," Tara said.

Amber swallowed and opened her mouth again, this time showing that it was empty.

Satisfied, Tara spun away from the counter and strode towards me. I was nervous about her intentions, but she kissed me with her hands on either side of my face. It was a long, slow, tender kiss. It was really quite lovely.

"I enjoyed myself," she said. "More than I thought I would."

"Me too."

"Maybe we'll see each other again, Carl."

With that, Tara turned and walked out, stealing a packet of Starburst from the rows of candy under the front counter as she did.

It wasn't until Tara had gotten into her car and driven away that I turned to Amber, who remained behind the counter. I thought I might see anger or disgust on her face, but instead she wore a slight smile.

"So, that was...unexpected," she said.

I laughed. "That's one way of putting it."

"Now I know what your cum tastes like."

"Yeah. You want a soda? Or a coffee or something."

"Do you know what your cum tastes like, Carl?"

I shook my head.

Amber came out from behind the counter, closed the distance between us, and kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss. Decidedly unromantic. Designed entirely to transfer the taste of cum - and what seemed like a bit of leftover semen - from her mouth to mine.

"Now you know," she said.

Amber walked past me and grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge. She twisted off the top and took a long enough drink that I felt a little insulted. Surely my cum didn't taste that bad. What little I’d tasted didn’t horrify me, at least.

Amber returned and passed me the bottle. I took a long sip and the taste of cum washed away.

"Are you going to fuck him again?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Honestly, I was terrified when she was chasing me around the store. People get killed for cheating. It happens all the time. The sex was good, but not that good."

I set the coke down on the counter and grabbed the broom to start on the chip clean up.

"Was it good?" Amber asked. "The sex?"

"Really good, actually, so in a way, I should thank you for having convinced her husband to cheat on her. I got a blowjob. I got laid. I ate pussy. It was like a near complete run of the sexual buffet in the span of ten minutes. The kissing was pretty hot, too."

"Her husband never ate my pussy."

"It was after I'd cum. She'd cum once but seemed turned on so I asked if I could go down on her. She said yes. I went down on her. She had another orgasm."

"How very generous of you, Carl."

I laughed. "Yeah, well, it's been a long time and I'd had a really good orgasm. Plus, I like eating pussy."

"Is that right?"

I nodded as I swept the chips into a pile. When I looked up Amber was staring at me. "What?"

"Well, I mean, when I got fucked in the break room, you got a handjob. When you got fucked in the break room, I had to swallow your cum. That doesn't seem fair, does it?"

It didn't. "I suppose not. Are you proposing something?"

She seemed to consider the notion for a few moments before saying, "Yes, I am."

I leaned on the broom. "And what is your proposition?"

"That we close the store for a bit, that you follow me to the break room, that you eat my pussy in the break room, that you give me an orgasm just like I gave you. Then we're even."

"You have a deal."

So we closed the store and I followed Amber to the break room. She took off her jeans and panties and I got on my knees. I then gave my coworker head until she'd had two orgasms. As it turns out, I'm pretty good at eating pussy.

The rest of the shift was uneventful - just the usual weirdness - but things were never boring for long at Chubby's and we did find our way into more naughty adventures.