This is a story I wrote for an entrepreneurial friend of mine...
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So - you have a close group of fellow brewers. You've known each other for awhile - trust each other. You have meetings when your store is closed: play poker in the back room, etc. Last year you went to Vegas - just the guys - and that's a whole other story.
You've enjoyed your own beer enough that there have been nights when you've disclosed some of your adventures - and some of your wish lists. Half of them look at you as a hero (mostly the ones that stayed in YOUR room in Vegas) and half of them don't really believe you've done some of the things you've professed to. Half of them have met me, half of them haven't. You have collectively boasted about trying something more risqué - something public - and you don't think they have it in them and you know one more thing... I'm coming to visit.
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You tell them you need to hold a special meeting - one still within store hours. I arrived in the morning and we had a nice visit - including me sucking you off during your lunch break - to help you survive what is to happen later.
I'm standing just away from the door, looking at the shelves, when the first guy arrives. He recognizes me and grinds to a halt in the door. The guy behind him stumbles into him and they both trip in with a certain amount of consternation. I turn and grin at the first guy, wink and go back to shopping. There is already another customer in the store too - a female - so you can't speak freely.
The guys motion to you to join them outside, but you grin and shake your head and motion for them to come up to you at the counter.
You talk to them in a hushed voice: "You wanted some risk" you remind them "You constantly complain how boring vanilla sex is. Here is your chance. She is willing to ... interact... with you while in the store. Only within the store. No rules... nothing out of bounds. If you are willing... she will be."
"I need a drink." replies one. All the members of your club have arrived and each are drawn to the side and explained the rules.
Some liquid courage had been procured and passed around - as well as some condoms pocketed. I sneak up behind one that I knew from Vegas while he is pretending to read a label - for the fifth time.
I whisper "Hi" in his ear. He freezes.
I take the opportunity to snake my hands around his waist and find his cock to rub. I grin triumphantly as he stifles a groan, while looking desperately from one of the other occupants to another. The woman has made her selection and you are helping her at the counter. The only other people watching are the other friends. You are doing your best to concentrate on your paying customer.
"I'm here to have fun." I whisper in his ear, and slip around to the front of him and slowly lower myself to my knees.
The customer cannot see me from the door - but everyone can see his face. I lose no time quietly lowering his zipper and extracting his erection so I can suck on his cock. His eyes could not get wider - and then they close - and then pop open again - in a confused attempt to appear normal.
Your friends cannot believe what is happening - or how much it is turning them on.
It is all you can do to finish the transaction with a straight face. You come around the counter and walk the customer to the door.
I've worked his hard cock out and wrapped my energetic mouth around him... and suddenly in the middle of your place of business I have my head bobbing up and down. He is trying not to lose his mind or collapse.
One of the other guys moves to the end of the row and silently watches. The other guy comes up right to us for the best view. You come to the other side of the shelves and they look at you - you just grin and walk back up to the front to look busy while keeping a look out, happy that I drained you not long before.
The guy beside me is not patient and kneels down to fondle my breasts. I make eye contact with him and smile encouragement - then spread my legs wide, exposing the damp g-string under my skirt.
With another hand I open an extra button to allow him better access to the breasts held high by my corset. I break my suction on the one - who is now gripping the shelf tightly and kiss the other quickly. He almost falls down, but recovers, places one hand behind my head and kisses me ferociously, while moving his hand around my breast inside my shirt.
I undo another button and press his head towards my chest, while I turn back to the cock in my hand - attached to a breathless, waiting man too scared to move in case the fantasy disappears. I slowly open wide and cover his cock with my mouth in slow motion - for the benefit of the owner of the cock, and the man watching from the end of the row... watching while the stiff, engorged, pulsing member - slick with juices - disappears into my willing throat. I let out a soft moan as the man sucking on my breast moves his hand between my legs.
I want to concentrate more on my own pleasure, so I increase suction and timing and create a solid seal between my hand and my mouth. Movement catches your eye. "Customer!" you call out. Both men tense, but I just move faster. Bringing both hands to bear, moving rhythmically and quickly, up and down, working to blur his panic at being caught with the extreme sensations that my mouth and hands are creating around his cock.
I can feel the moment that I win and his hips start to move against my face. I know his eyes have closed and he is giving me the victory I want. Just as the first spurt hits the back of my throat, I can hear the "ding" of your door chime that signals that someone else has entered. I don't stop.
I keep milking him.
Pulling out the last drops and swallowing them down, I am vaguely aware of the sound of you loudly and distractingly greeting the customer and showing them something new over by the counter. In the blink of an eye, I give a final swallow and lick, tuck the deflating member back into his pants, wipe my hands on my skirt and come up holding something that was on the lower shelf.
"I found what I was looking for!" I proudly call to you.
You smile and nod, sparing a glance at your friend who is still braced against the shelf, gripping it for dear life. I turn to the next friend. He has turned to pretend to look at something on the shelf behind me. I look over his shoulder while I subtly press against him and move my hands over his ass. The first man, shakes his head and carefully walks over to a stool to retrieve his drink and rest his locked legs. He is unable to wipe the grin off of his face.
I stand next to the second man, but I look away - back towards the counter. It take in the sight of the third friend, who has been diligently reading the instruction manual for an expensive piece of equipment. The second man is trying his best to appear like he is interested in the product he is facing. Below the level of the shelves, I pull his hand towards me, lift up my skirt and ease his hand into my underwear, pressing my mound against him - all while keeping my gaze on the others. He wants the prize that comes with winning this game, so starts to draw slow circles around my clit.
Now it is my turn to lock my legs and fake a neutral look. Whenever the customer is looking away - but you are looking at me - I roll my own nipples with my fingers, which are hard and erect from having two men watching me and a third stroking my very hot and very wet snatch.
The new customer starts towards us and with an inaudible sigh, I break away from my pussy rub and wander down the aisle, pausing to look at different products. For fun, I wander over and say a friendly greeting to the new customer... wondering if his subconscious is picking up the cum on my breath or the smell of my own juices which are practically running down my leg. He smiles back and we have a brief conversation about Seattle and then I wish him well and continue on. You shake your head slightly at me, trying not to laugh out loud.
