If thereās one fantasy I always come back to itās one where Iām working in a dingy liquor store late at night somewhere, minding my business at the registers when a needy little toy enters the store. Someone where I can just tell immediately, where I just know that theyāre a slut on the inside, just waiting for someone to take control of them.
Watching them browse around the aisles of the store, taking their time and checking the prices of every bottle. Waiting for them at the register until they finally come up a few minutes later with a bottle of wine and some cheaper 6-pack cartoons of drinks. Scanning all their items one by one and watching them eye the running total on the screen nervously. And after the final scan and a short awkward pause, finally speaking up just to tell them, with one hand pushing forward the bottle of wine they picked out:
āIāll give you the rest of it for free if you ride this bottle for me.ā
They freeze. Giving me that deer in headlight look, like they canāt believe what heard me just say.
āI mean it. I wonāt charge you for anything but the wine if you ride this bottle for me right now.ā
They look at me, still a little shellshocked, then back to the total still showing on the customer side of the register screen. They bite their lip as they think about it, before nodding a minute later, like they canāt believe what theyāre agreeing to. I smile back at them, and beckon for them to take off their bottoms. They glance around at the empty store, both anxiety and a little excitement in their eyes as they peel the clothes off and expose the lower half of their body to the world. Afterwards, unsure, they look at the bottle still on the counter as if they donāt know what to do next now.
Thatās when I jump in, before they have a chance to reconsider, smiling disarmingly as I reach over the counter, sliding my hands under theirs arms and reaching up, ignoring their squeak as I pull them into the air and onto the counter, setting them down so that theyāre kneeling just behind the bottle.
I drop my hands from where they were grabbing their sides, still smiling to show them itās okay, watching as they gather their dignity and courage again. Cautiously placing one hand down on the bottle and sliding it into place underneath them, a determined look on their face. Letting out a tiny whimper when they feel the cold glass touch their skin for the first time, then closing their eyes and gently grinding down with it pressed to their entrance in order to prepare themselves. Taking a deep breath and pushing down, allowing the neck of the bottle to fully penetrate them as they gasp. Letting out a small moan now as they gently lower themselves further, taking the smooth neck of the bottle even deeper. Groaning when they bottom out against it, opening their eyes to smile at me, proud of taking it all, before starting to rock their hips and put on the show that I asked for.
Smiling and drinking in the view of this gorgeous little pet riding their bottle of wine for me, offering them small words of encouragement and appreciation every few minutes until we hear the sounds of the door opening and telltale bell chime of a new customer entering the store. The toy on the counter freezes, brought back down to reality and horrified at the position theyāve been caught in, but I simply catch their eyes and under my breath sternly order them to stay put despite their panicked eyes. I call out to the customer, greeting them warmly as the poor thing kneeling above my register realizes they must be a regular. The regular stamps away into the aisles, seemingly nonplussed by the half naked slut riding a bottle on the cash register counter, and I turn back to them myself to tell them to keep going, that itās fine. Watching them nervously start to shift their hips again, letting out a small moan as the pleasure makes them lose their focus again, relaxing into their motions.
Only be to be shaken out it once more when the regular roughly drops their 6-pack to the counter space next to them a few minutes later, ignoring them to ask me instead to grab a pack of cigarettes for them from behind the counter. Making small talk with the regular as I ring them up, ignoring the live sex show happening next to us like itās completely normal apart from a single passing comment about how I āfound a cute one tonight.ā
Laughing in agreement as I finish checking them out and wishing them a good night as they leave the store, turning back to the doll on the counter afterwards. Noticing that they mustāve found the casual objectification of our actions attractive and are rubbing at themselves with their free hand to get off while they continue bouncing on the bottle. Smiling and asking them if theyāre close, enjoying the needy whimper out of them when they nod their head yes. Moving closer to them, standing directly in front of the counter theyāre kneeling on with no space between us, reaching a hand under their chin to tilt it up and look into their eyes before ordering them to cum for me. Watching as this proves too much for them, their legs shaking as they start to cum and I continue to hold their chin and force eye contact, making them look at me as they cum on the bottle theyāre riding for me. Staring in their eyes as they ride out the orgasm, smiling as I watch them cum for me. Reaching under their legs with my other hand without looking away from them as their orgasms finally tapers off, making them quietly whimper from oversensitivity as I carefully pull the bottle out from them, pulling it up to their lips instead and maintaining that same eye contact as I push it into their mouth and make them clean up their own mess.
Setting the bottle down to the side and finally releasing my hold on their chin, letting them collapse in a pile on the counter as I ring up their purchases again, this time with the added special discount. Watching out of the corner of my eye as they shakily climb down and try to put their discarded garments from earlier back on while I bag their drinks.
Smiling at them and how spacey they are, finishing up their transaction for them and mentioning as they turn to leave that I happen to always work Tuesday and Thursday nights at the store alone, and that the Iām more than happy to give them discounts like this whenever they stop by, before watching them embarrassedly grabbing the paper bag filled with their purchases closer to their chest and hurrying out of the store.
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