Sacked in the Sales

[Billy Lunar]

Sacked in the Sales

One thing I never liked was those corny so-called “reader’s letters” they used to have in the porno magazines. You know the ones, like: “I was selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door and so I knocks at this nice house and a 34-year old ex-beauty queen opens the door wearing just a feather duster…”

…and so on. Anyway, last weekend I went to the Spring Bank Holiday Sale at the local cheapo department store. They were selling my favourite trainers for half price! I couldn’t decide if was pleased or pissed off that the local crappy store was now stocking them but anyway, I walks in and on the ground floor they were handing out discount vouchers at the front counter. So I goes up and this bird tries to barge in front of me and grab one. I just nudged her to one side and told her to wait her turn. She was a bit chubby with long black hair and wearing one of those trashy pink velour track suits - it looked like she could have done with a bigger size. “All right, lover. Keep your hair on!” She said before turning back to her phone, the cheeky cow.

I got my voucher and as I walked away she just smiled. Anyway, I went upstairs to the footwear section and, of course, my trainers were all sold out - typical. I checked out the menswear and that was all rubbish too. No wonder the whole floor was nearly deserted. So, I just milled around thinking about how crap the British high street is these days.

Walking about aimlessly, I suddenly realised I was by the communal fitting rooms, when I saw this woman standing just outside the door of one those big fancy L-shaped changing rooms. You could see she had loads of clothes on the floor but that wasn’t what I was looking at because she was standing there in full view in just her bra, pants and dark tights. She was late twenties, about five foot four, fit with deep tanned skin and a classic eastern European face, I reckon she was a Romanian. She had short hair which was dyed light brown, it didn’t really suit her but she was cute, with a tidy rack and dazzling, round pale-blue eyes. She showed a nice, subtle definition in her upper thighs and a fantastic toned ass in those tights.

Anyway, I must have held my stare a second too long ‘cos she caught me staring at her. She met my eyes, then picked up another skirt off the shop floor and took it back in to the cubicle with her, but before she did she gave me the cutest smile that sort of said: “Yeah, I’m hot. I saw you looking - caught ya!”

I stood still, thinking about how I wouldn’t mind going over there and getting into that cubicle with her, but also the confident way she just looked back and grinned. I don’t meet many birds like that. I was going half-hard just thinking about it.

I must have stayed there a few seconds ‘cos out she comes again. She mustn’t have liked the skirt, as she was still just in her tights and undies. Again she just looks me straight back and hits me with the nicest, broadest smile - sweet. I couldn’t believe it. Just then, some old bag walked past and tutted at me. I thought that was a bit unfair - at least I was dressed! The bird sees this and laughs loudly at me. I’ll never forget the next bit, though - she only backs her way into the cubicle, then she looks around her left and right, and then beckons me over into the bloody cubicle with her!

You know, I wish there were more women like this around. These days they like to talk the talk but not many are prepared to walk the walk, well not in a bloody department store! Yeah, it felt a bit crazy - but what the fuck, as I say she was cute. And fit. So, I took a deep breath, walked over there and followed her in. This was gonna be fucking great.

As I walked in she held that broad smile; those baby blue eyes filled mine. She giggled as I pulled the curtain shut behind me. “Come here,” she said flatly. She smelled great and her skin was as smooth as fuck. I just naturally put my arms round her slim waist and kissed her, soft and slow. She kissed me hard in return. I moved my right hand slowly down her smooth back and on to that ass. It was firm, and by now so was I. “Mmmm,” she went as I continued to grab.

Then she shoved her tongue in my throat. I was well in, or so I thought. I guess I didn’t hear the curtain open and close behind me.

The next thing I know the bird is pulling me over to the right side of the changing room, away from the door. I was happy to follow her and just carried on grabbing and kissing. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. Quickly I let go of Miss Romania and I turned round. And there was the bird in the pink track suit.

I was stunned. She was smiling and looking right into my eyes. She wasn’t much shorter than me and looking at her again, I saw she was quite pretty. The track suit looked like a fancy one, too. I’m trying to take all of this in as she says “Hi-ya, lover!” all the while smiling.

The next thing I see are two tights-clad feet wrapped round my waist. The Romanian bird’s arms are now around my neck. The pink bird laughs. We go backwards and down onto a pile of skirts on the floor. I’m still struggling to take all this in, and all the time, the pink bird is grinning at me.

Now, I’ve seen all this UFC and Bellator bollocks on the telly, nothing a good right hander can’t stop, but this Romanian bird must have been properly trained. I’ve lost my balance and her legs are right round me, locked tight and distracting me from her bloody choking me with her warm, smooth arms. What makes it worse is that I’m still hard cos all the time she is nuzzling my cheek. “Got him, now,” she says to her pal. Meanwhile, the cheeky pink bird is crouching down over me, laughing. I’m about to tell them to fuck off and pack it in when Pink quickly leans over and cups her hand over my mouth, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Relax, darling,” she says. Unlike her pal, her accent is local and there’s an intensity in her black eyes, at first I think it’s coke, but her pupils are fine. Then I realise she’s just high on what they are doing to me. For the first time, I actually start to worry.

Then the sound of the Pink’s laughing starts to echo. I feel hot, then a jolt…

The Romanian bird is standing up. I watch that powerful ass up above me, straining against those tights. Have I missed a couple of seconds? Then the sound comes back.

“There you go,” says the Romanian bird.
“Cheers,” says Pink.
The Romanian bird is counting some money, I think it’s mine. I see her put a coat on over her tight, strong body. I start to think about moving as they talk.

“He is ready.”
“Got what you wanted?”
“Yes. And you?”
“About to, Babe. Later.”
“Bye.”

The Romanian bird disappears from view as Pink stands over me. The track suit bottoms have gone. She must be about five eight and her figure is round but toned - light skinned but she is in decent shape. Her ass cheeks naturally protrude out, just a pink thong in the way.

“Nice?” Giggles Pink as she crouches down towards me. And slowly, firmly, her ass swallows my face. There’s no chance of escape, now.

There’s a smell on her ass. Chanel? “I wore this for you,” I hear her say, laughing as she speaks. She lifts off as I gulp in some air. She moves herself over my mouth, then the thong is gone and I’m in her cunt, damp and hot, hot as she grinds me right there, moaning to herself as she goes.

A couple of times I think I’m gonna pass out but she lets me breathe just in time. I hear her laugh contentedly as I suddenly realise that I’m wildly tounging her for all I’m worth. I’m harder now than I ever was with the Romanian bird. She laughs as she moans, then she shrieks, short and shrill as she shudders on me, my face is hot, wet. Pink breathes heavily to herself, then she lifts away from me as I suck in all the air I can.

Bewildered and hard, I stretch out my arms, and accidently bang the side of the cubicle wall with my left hand. At this, Pink quickly traps my arms with her knees and down comes her magnificent ass once again. This time her cheeks clasp my face, more pressure than before.

“Sorry, lover,” she says softly, “but I can’t let you follow me out of the store.”

I want to get up and do something but her thick legs are far too strong, and I am far too weak, now. I feel her warm hands gently take my wrists. I’m pinned and disorientated. I’m hers.

Her ass is sweet and smells of sex and is on me. My legs struggle but all I can hear is giggling. She is so strong. But the pressure is increasing. I can’t see anything, she has cut off my air and I know I’m going out again. I can hear more sighing and another giggle as I shoot my load and hear her shriek. She won’t let me go. I can’t breathe. I’m hot…

More giggling. Something gentle is on my cheek.

Then a cubicle. Clothes are all about me. I’m wet. Fucking hell! I’ve cum in my pants.

There’s just me. My head hurts and there’s something soft on my face. It’s her perfumed pink thong. After another couple of minutes, I sit up. Thank fuck she closed the curtain after her on the way out.

I see my wallet on the floor. The cash is gone - ninety quid - but the cards are still there, that’s something. I try to mop myself off with a skirt - good luck selling that. I straighten up, take a couple of deep breaths and try to get myself together, then I quickly leave the changing room.

I avoid eye contact as I make straight for the exit but out the corner of my eye I see an old security guard clocking me. The cunt grins to himself and shakes his head. Does he know? I’ve gotta get out. My head was still spinning as I dashed out onto the street, into a taxi and home.

Anyway, that was last weekend. Knocked out and face-fucked for ninety quid. Some blokes would pay a lot more for that I’m sure, but what a bloody liberty!

The sale is over, now, but I just thought I’d take an hour off work tomorrow and pop in again. You never know, they might have those trainers back in stock… ahem…