Humping is a wHOlesale Business
There was a notice in the breakroom of Max-Mart for a new job position. It specialized more towards our male customers. Nothing major. Just small talk and smiling. And being one for insomnia, the night shift worked fine for me.
Call me one for naiveté…
But in less than a day, I was accepted and sent what I would wear for that evening: a bathrobe…
A thin, Barbie pink bathrobe.
Things only went from bad to worse as I read the instruction card with it.
“Wear nothing underneath. Just you ready and willing.” There was an address. And I, I…
I found myself surrounded by my “new” employers. Who quickly said that I had already been requested. My hair was down. Thinking it was an effort to cover myself as best I could. Yet it was well received. But nothing could hide the smile I was asked to wear for my first night. Dinner? A small formality before the customer… Had his way with me.
One of the other women told me. At first, she was requested to do the same as me and not to fear. She sneered. My horror only grew at what could be done to my body. Hurt, beaten… worse. But when the customer saw me.
“Virginal,” that was the word he used. And more honest than this whole job implied.
I was pushed to smile even more. And the woman continued to prod me forward with this customer as I closed my eyes, trying not to cry. But would I? Yes, I was virginal in every sense of the word.
“You’ll enjoy his… “I heard the woman say, but I couldn’t get the word out. But I knew… male organ.
With one step back, I heard a voice overhead screech.
“Please be reminded there’ll be no backing out. Max-Mart employees and customers must be fulfilled.”
I continued to dinner, heartbroken.
Many men eyed me up as I made my way. Staring pervertedly at my body. I could hide nothing from them in this lewd bathrobe.
Their voices blended. Then, there was my customer at the table. And he made small talk as I did nothing but smile. Waiting, hoping, praying…
It wasn’t until check-in that I finally noticed the customer entirely. A man in his mid-60s. Nearly half my age. But he paid for me in full. For my company…
He led me to a secluded room with a bed on the floor and ran his hand through my dark hair as he continued trying to chat me up. Still, my smile never wavered as I attempted to hold back the bile in my throat.
“Let me see your breasts,” he moaned. “I can’t wait to have them in my hands, my mouth licking, sucking…”
I blushed, but his lips were on mine before I could respond. He held the back of my neck as his other hand slid into my robe and grabbed my breast, squeezing and stroking. I relaxed as he laid me down on the bed, continuing.
His breaths became quicker as he fondled me. But his kiss stopped as he looked me in the eyes, longing.
“I want these breasts now!” he panted as he opened my robe hurriedly as I shivered beneath his hard body.
He began madly stroking both, running his lips over them as I began to moan softly. Hating that I was becoming wet, as I was only with him for hire.
I don’t know how long he went crazy for my breasts before he got up, looking me up and down.
“I want to see every part of you!” he demanded.
“Please don’t! Someone might see me like this…” I begged.
“Someone is watching you to make sure,” the customer snickered.
I was sure I saw someone in the corner. I heard someone whisper my name, moaning it as they watched.
The customer began kissing me again as my robe began to fall away. The man’s hands dropped to my thighs and then gripped my ass tightly. I couldn’t resist him.
As I lay there completely naked, his hands then made their way to my wet opening, waiting to be filled.
“Are you ready for this big dick? “the customer asked.
“What’s it good for?” I fired back with a smile.
“To rock your body!” he whispered as a hand found my glistening slit, opening me.
The customer began fingering me, and I moaned against my will from his touch. My back was arching, relishing the pleasure as the man laughed at me, enjoying myself. He tempted me with his mouth. Breathing upon my center, waiting.
I knew that I was being watched by the man in the corner. He was enjoying himself as he awaited my grand finale into womanhood.
It felt like forever, but then the customer parted my legs gently, and I felt the weight of his hips come down on mine. His big dick was inside me. And like he said, it was so big that I thought it wouldn’t fit. My head went back, and I let out a breathless moan. He kissed my throat and chest as he waited for me to open around him.
Then he began stroking inside me. I lost all control and couldn’t tell what was happening. It felt so hot and intense. My body was shaking so hard I could only gasp. His hands ran desperately over my body, and his hips came down and up so hard and fast.
I rose to meet each thrust inside of me. My body was slick with sweat, and I thought I might die with what this man was doing to me now.
“So good, so tight!” the customer gasped, using me for his own personal sex toy.
His words grew filthier as he rammed inside me harder and faster. I cried and screamed for the release I could feel inside me. Finally, breaking but silenced by his kiss with his warm cum filling me up, flooding me. But he stayed on top of me, breathing heavily in the ecstasy he had taken.
“It’s done,” the customer bragged.
I lay panting underneath him. His cock softened inside me as I watched his seed leak between my trembling thighs. A smiling woman entered the room with a clipboard and smiled upon our sated bodies.
“Was she worth the fuck?” The woman cooed at us.
“Yeah, she was!” the customer replied, nodding. His sweat coating my body all the more.
“Such big breasts!” she cheered. I attempted to cover myself, but the customer pinned my hands, looking me over again.
“Round two…” the customer whispered as I felt him harden inside of me almost instantly.
In seconds, he was pounding me hard once more. And I could feel both his and my desires building again.
“You will be judged by your hips, butt, and breasts.” the woman chatted away as she watched us go at it. “You must also please each man. That’s the most important aspect of this job! And I am also pleased to inform you that your next job will be at a hotel suite. Cheer up!”
Before I could cry, the customer grabbed my face turning me towards him as on the brink of cumming again.
“I think you’ll like becoming a Max-Mart whore!” he groaned.