SEDUCED INTO STRIPPING
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by C. K. Ralston
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: An outrageously erotic tale of submission and exhibitionism by one of Sizzler's premier erotic writers! If you like your erotica extra-spicy, with a side of BDSM, this this is the book for you!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [329 KB]
Reading time: 219-306 min.
"You know, Tammy, this might be red hot in Los Angeles, where Big Sal stole the idea for it, but it's too damned cold here in the winter for this kind of outfit," Kelly Peters remarked for what seemed like the seventieth time in the last four months that she'd been working at the Koffee Kuties drive-through kiosk.
Tammy was a tall, pretty teenager with long blonde hair and larger than average boobs. She nodded her head in agreement and slammed the sliding window closed on her side of the kiosk as her customer's car pulled away with its coffee order. She turned toward Kelly, who stood shivering in front of the latté machine in her tiny bikini, attempting to get just the right amount of foam on her customer's drink.
"Yeah, but the swimsuits and our tits do bring 'em in, though," Tammy sighed, looking down at her breasts in her own skimpy suit, the nipples poked out prominently against the thin polka dot material. "The more my nubbies stick out in the cold air, the bigger the tips the customers leave, babe. That's for sure."
Kelly nodded her head "yes" to that and opened the slider on her side of the kiosk to the chill blast of air outside. She handed the latte out to the waiting car and received a five dollar bill and a leer of appreciation for her own barely concealed charms in return. Shutting the window, she rang up the drink on her register, put the five in the till and pulled out a one for her tip jar.
"I don't know what good the money's going to do us if we're in the hospital with pneumonia, though," Kelly said with a rueful little smile and turned to look up at the taller girl. "I'm freezing my titties off -- now that the cold weather is here -- not mention my ass!"
"Yeah, I don't know why we can't wear sweatpants or something warm below our waists," Tammy agreed. "It's not like the customers can see our lower halves anyway. It's pretty much just tits and coffee we're peddling here, you know?"
Kelly looked down at the floor in embarrassment. She replied in a low voice, "You know why as well as I do."
"Yeah, and here comes the reason now," Tammy agreed, her eyes on the parking lot, where a short, fat, unattractive young man had just parked his two-seater Mercedes and now strutted confidently toward the back door of the kiosk. "Here comes that fucking Little Sal, right on time."
"Shit!" Kelly muttered angrily under her breath. She looked up and then followed Tammy's eyes and saw Little Sal approaching. "I hate this like poison!"
"You and me both, kiddo," Tammy agreed with a resigned sigh.
The lock turned on the door and Little Sal swept into the kiosk, key in hand. He slipped the key ring into the pocket of his slacks, snapped the door lock back into place, and grinned at the two bikini-clad girls.
"Well, how are my two favorite employees this morning?" Salvatore, "Little Sal" Crosio asked with an ear to ear smile.
There was really nothing "little" about Little Sal. He was twenty-two years old, stood five-nine, and weighted two hundred and sixty pounds. He wore his long black hair slicked back into a greasy pompadour. This morning he had on a black cashmere overcoat, a dress shirt and tie -- complete with a half-carat diamond stick-pin in its center -- and a nice pair of gray slacks, worn with a pair of three hundred dollar loafers.
He looked over at Kelly and then jerked his head toward Tammy. "You, Red, get it nice and wet for me or I'll fuck her while she's still dry."
Kelly glared back at him for a moment, and then shrugged and shuffled over to where Tammy stood. She went down onto her knees in front of the taller girl, reached up and moved Tammy's bikini thong off to one side. She leaned in and began to lick the other girl's shaved-smooth slit. Kelly made sure to wriggle her saliva-slick tongue up into Tammy's pussy, so that it would be good and slippery.
"Just take the whole thing down so that she can step out of it," Little Sal commanded impatiently as he leered at the scene in front of him, his cock starting to harden against the front of his slacks. "That thing just gets in the way, once the fuckin' starts."
Obediently, Kelly pulled her head away from Tammy's cunny just long enough to slip the bikini bottoms free and let them drop down onto the girl's red high heels. Then she pushed her face back into the tall blonde's juicy twat and began to tongue it again.
Little Sal unzipped his trousers and got his cock and balls out. He wasn't huge, seven inches when he was fully hard, his nuts the size of small walnuts. He sighed with pleasure as he watched the two girls, his hand moving slowly up and down his stiffening prick.
"Okay, that's enough," he said after another minute of Kelly's pussy gobbling, his cock now as hard as could be. "Get outa' those heels, blondie."
With a resigned sigh, Tammy kicked out of the heels and took a step back from Kelly. She turned to face the customer window, put her palms flat on the small counter in front of it, spread her legs wide and leaned forward, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
She didn't have to wait long. Little Sal stepped up behind her, notched his swollen prick head into her wet slit and pushed upward, drilling all seven inches into her from behind.
"Oh, yeah! You got a sweet cunt, lezzy girl," he murmured and began to fuck his fat dick up into her steadily.
Tammy moaned and shuddered and Kelly's heart went out to her tall co-worker. She knew Tammy really didn't like men much at all, at least not as sex partners, and she knew that the girl's aversion to this kind of "normal" sex was a big part of what Little Sal liked so much about forcing her to fuck him.
"Oh, baby, what a tight cunt you got!" he gasped, really giving her the meat now, hard and fast. "You rug-munchers don't wear your sweet pussies out with a lot of cock, that's why!"
Tammy's face screwed up with disgust and Kelly hoped she didn't cry. Tammy cried some mornings during her almost daily rape, and it always ruined her make up. Customers didn't like girls with reddened eyes, mascara tracks down their cheeks and sad faces. It was a real tip-killer. So Kelly hoped her friend could get through her ordeal this morning without bawling again.
"Oh, oh, get ready, Red," Little Sal suddenly gasped after another minute or so, rutting up into Tammy harder than ever.
Kelly moved over closer to the pair and opened her mouth. She was still on her knees. As she got into place, she reached in back and undid her bikini top because she knew that Little Sal liked to squeeze her bare tits while he got his nuts off in her mouth.
He moaned loudly just at that moment and eased his prick out of Tammy and turned to face Kelly, who was ready for him. He slid his cock -- which glistened with a thick coating of Tammy's girl lube -- into Kelly's open mouth and began to fuck it just as heatedly as he'd fucked Tammy's pussy. He reached down and took one of Kelly's round, firm, nice-sized breasts in each hand, kneaded her tender flesh, and groaned loudly.
"Swallow it, you pussy-sucking cunt!" he bellowed just as he unleashed a splash of his hot, runny, thin semen into her mouth.
Kelly swallowed and immediately received three more small jets of the slightly acrid tasting, salty fluid. She let it build up until it was a mouthful, and then gulped it down, the way she knew Little Sal liked to see her do it.
He flashed a cruel little smile her way as his dick slowly went soft in her mouth. Patting her condescendingly on the cheek, he pushed his cleaned off cock back into his slacks and zipped up.
"That was nice, bimbos," he grinned at them and then swaggered back toward the door. "See you tomorrow morning."
As the door closed, Kelly got back into her top and then stood up. She reached for the mint syrup bottle and took a straight shot out of it to swirl around in her mouth and chase away the slimy feel and taste of Little Sal's come. Tammy bent down and to retrieve her bikini thong. Standing back up, she tugged the tiny triangle of cloth back into place and whispered, "Thank you, Kelly. I so appreciate you doing that ... you know I can't bear to..."
The girl's voice trailed off. Kelly nodded and slugged down the mint. "I know, babe. It's okay."
Tammy gave her a small, hopeful smile and whispered, "Later, when we're off shift? I'd love to, you know, pay you back, like usual?"
Kelly smiled and nodded. She didn't like girls as much as Tammy did -- the tall blonde girl was exclusively lesbian -- except for her forced sessions with Little Sal to keep her job. But Kelly certainly didn't mind the occasional pussy licking, either giving one or receiving one, and Tammy was really good with her mouth and tongue!
The tall blonde was able to keep smiling at first, but then her pretty face slowly dissolved into a pinched look and she began to cry. Her shoulders shook and her big tits bounced in their tiny triangular enclosures.
"Oh, Kelly! I don't think I can fucking stand this shit anymore! Not even for one more day," the bigger girl wailed, crying full out now. "If only that creep hadn't caught us that time, we wouldn't have to ... you know!"
Kelly sighed. It was true. Little Sal had showed up unexpectedly one day a few weeks ago, right in the middle of the slowest morning they'd ever had, no cars coming by for literally an hour. Bored out of their skulls by the long minutes of inactivity, Tammy had come on to Kelly just a little and Kelly had picked up on the vibes right away and thought: "What the fuck? She's a knockout, and I'm horny, and just look at those big knockers of hers!"
Little Sal had caught them down on the floor of the kiosk, locked in a frenzied sixty-nine, Kelly on top of the taller girl, licking her gash like crazy while Tammy returned the favor from underneath. After they'd hastily disengaged and gotten their skimpy outfits back on, Little Sal had reminded them what an intolerant, old-school bigot his dad, Big Sal, was. The older Crosio hated gays of any type, men or women, and he would have fired both of the girls on the spot if Little Sal told him what he'd just witnessed.
Reluctantly, they'd both agreed to let him fuck them after that, in return for his silence. Tammy had begged him not to come in her, since her partner, Kathy, was dead set against lesbians taking birth control pills, her reasoning being that, since they were strictly into girls, why would a true lesbian need them? And Little Sal, who was not anxious to sire any unwanted kids that he might get stuck paying for, had agreed.
He had come instead in Kelly's mouth, right at the last second. Since then, the current pattern had emerged. Some days, just for a little variety, he fucked Kelly's pussy until he came inside it. On most days though, he enjoyed Tammy's lush teenaged body right up until he was ready to shoot, and then Kelly took over.
"After all," the smarmy young prick often reminded them. "It's not as if Kelly doesn't like the taste of cunt oil, now is it? So why should she mind some pussy juice along with her morning helping of my jizz?"
"Kathy's been after me to quit this gig anyway," Tammy sobbed and wiped her eyes. Mascara had run all over everywhere below them, her pretty make up job ruined. "She hates the thought of all of the men who come through here to watch my tits bounce around in this tiny top."
Tammy gave a bitter laugh, "I think she hates the idea of other women seeing them almost as much."
She stepped in and gave Kelly a hug. Both of them enjoyed the feel of their almost naked bodies touching so intimately. Tammy whispered, as she stroked Kelly's strawberry-blonde hair, "I'm going to miss you, babe. But I'm not going to miss that asshole's dick up my cunny every day ... not one bit!"
What the fuck am I going to do? Kelly thought, climbing the stairs to her run-down apartment. I fucking hate working at that place anyway, even when Tammy was there. Now that she's gonna' quit, it'll be even worse!
Once inside the apartment, Kelly took off the long coat she was wearing and threw it onto a chair, closing the door and locking it. She sighed, remembering the nice tongue-job Tammy had given her a half hour ago, before she'd driven Kelly home and let her off out in front of the apartment just now, saving her a two mile walk in the cold air.
They'd clocked out together at the end of their shift and then gotten into Tammy's late model sedan and driven over to a nearby park. Once they'd parked at the rear of the deserted lot, they had slipped into the back seat and Tammy had pushed Kelly's bikini bra up over her tits and sucked them passionately until she was squirming all around in the seat. Then she'd slid the thong down over Kelly's shoes and sucked pussy expertly until the smaller girl had come, screaming like a banshee, her cunny going off so nice on Tammy's long, talented tongue!
"Life sucks sometimes," Kelly said now, going into the kitchen to see if there was any beer left.
She opened the refrigerator and frowned. Not only was there no beer, there was barely any food left inside. She sighed. If only Charles would get a job too!
As if on cue, the front door opened just then and Charles Freeny, the art student that Kelly shared the apartment and her bed with, came in, lugging his backpack and art supplies. He put it all down atop her big coat on the chair and came into the kitchen, smiling at her.
"Hey, babe, you look so hot in that tiny bikini," he said, grinning. "I bet you made us a lot of tips today, huh?"
"Yeah, sure, a real fucking fortune," Kelly said sarcastically.
She pointed into the refrigerator. "What happened to the lunch meat and the beer?"
Charles' smile faded. Looking contrite, he gave her a shrug and said, "Man's gotta' eat, babe. I made a couple of sandwiches to take to school with me and there was only two beers left last night. Me and Manny finished them off after you went to bed early."
"I went to bed early because I have to get up early, because I have a job to go to in the mornings, unlike some lazy fuckers I know," Kelly snarled, slamming the empty fridge door and crossing her arms over her breasts. "Honestly, Charles, if you'd just get off your ass and find yourself even a part-time job, we'd be so much better off, financially!"
"Hey, I got a show coming up next week," Charles said defensively, a shit-eating grin on his handsome, slightly Bohemian face. "I might just sell a painting or two, and then we'll party, okay, cutie?"
Yeah, and I might win the fucking lottery, but I'm not counting on it, Kelly thought, moving past Charles into the living room and then into the bedroom to change into something warmer.
She undid her top and slipped out of her thong as Charles slid in silently right behind her, reaching around her body. He caught a bare tit in each hand and began to knead them gently. She felt his hot breath on her neck and then he was nibbling at her naked flesh, kissing and licking.
"You're so hot, Kelly!" he panted. "I been thinking about you all day, at school, about how pretty your tits are, how nice your ass is."
"Quit it," she said, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but not trying too hard.
She'd had a really nice come with Tammy earlier, in the car, but some cock wouldn't be bad. If Charles got right to it and fucked her good and hard, she could get her pussy off and then take a quick shower and walk down to the store to buy some food for dinner before it got too cold outside.
His right hand drifted down onto her left ass cheek and he kneaded it in time with what his left was still doing to her right tit. Kelly moaned and turned around, her arms going around his neck, her mouth opening to admit his tongue as they kissed. He slid both hands down her back slowly, teasing her with his fingertips, and then began squeezing her ass moons again. In no time, she was panting and rubbing her bare breasts up against the plaid shirt he wore, sucking at this tongue.
"Oh, babe," he sighed after another moment. "That felt so hot, the way your little tongue was all over mine just now. How about a blowjob before dinner? What do you say?"
Kelly sighed. Just about the last thing she wanted to do was swallow another load of salty jism, but Charles looked so expectant, so excited, staring down at her.
Well, it would be a lot faster than a fuck, she thought to herself. And I wouldn't have to take a shower to wash the spunk out ..
"Okay," she sighed at last. "Undo your jeans and drop your shorts and sit down on the bed."
Charles eagerly complied. His dick, which was truthfully not as big as Little Sal's, was waggling around up above his nut sac which, again, wasn't exactly gigantic. Kelly dropped to her knees and licked his cock head. He moaned appreciatively and stroked her reddish mane of hair.
"Oh, babe, you're so pretty," he sighed as she began bobbing her head up and down. "It always turns me on so much when you blow me!"
Kelly just went on sucking and swirling her tongue all around his smallish dick, knowing that this wouldn't take long. Charles sometimes did a nice job of screwing her pussy, but he never lasted long in her mouth. He just got too excited at seeing her beautiful young face sliding up and down on his boner to hold it together for long.
Sure enough, after another minute or so, he went rigid under her and gripped her hair tighter. He gasped, "Oh, Kel! It's so good! You suck it so fucking good, honey!"
His prick jerked and a small spurt of come hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed it easily. Charles' stuff was really runny and thin and there was never much of it. And at least it didn't taste quite as yucky as fucking fat Little Sal's did!