Chapter 2 - Screw That Whore!

“Oh Fuck” I grunted.

Vicky’s head bobbed up and down on my cock. Her mouth was so warm and her skills were unmatched. Vicky stroked my shaft as my dick hit the back of her throat. I could feel her gagging but I pushed down making her take it further. At last, I could feel my balls tighten. 

“Shit, here it comes.” 

I exploded deep in to Vicky’s mouth. Like a pro, she swallowed it all. My load was thick and plentiful. Vicky gripped my thigh as she took it down. 

Once finished, Vicky sat up and wiped her mouth. She flashed me a devilish grin. 

“Fuck, that felt good.”

“I had almost forgot what it felt like to suck a real cock.”

It had been just over to weeks since Vicky dumped her boyfriend Adam and also proving that she was a huge psychotic bitch. Since then, we had been fucking like rabbits. Vicky was a nympho. She loved sex and couldn’t get enough. She loved it every way but mainly loved it rough. Not just spanking (which she did like) but also choking, spitting, and even hitting. At first I wasn’t sure, but now, I guess I’m just as much of a freak as she is.

And I used to be such a nice guy.

“shame you have to go to work.” Vicky said, pulling down the mirror and checking her make up.

“yeah, but now I have something to get me through my shift.”

I reached over I slipped my hand under her short pleated skirt and found her soaked pussy. Rarely did Vicky wear underwear. I’m not sure if she always did this or if it’s just for my benefit. I worked my fingers in to her snatch and finger fucked her for a few seconds. Quickly, Vicky started riding my fingers, grinding on them while she gripped my wrist. 

Apparently, she was more turned on than she thought because before long, she breathing increased and I felt her climax, covering my hand with her fluids. While she came down from her orgasm, Vicky placed her head on to the dashboard of my car. 

Vicky had met me in the parking lot of the mall I work at. She had called me and asked if we could meet before I headed in. before I knew it she had pulled my dick out and was sucking it. Seems only fair that I return the favor. 

Vicky pulled her head up and looked over at me. She fiercely kissed me, nearly taking my head off in the process. Our tongues crashed together as she moaned in to my mouth. My eye caught the time on the stereo. I was going to be late. Shit

Vicky pouted when I pulled away. I adjusted my pants and shirt and smiled.

“still on for tonight?”

“you better believe it.” Vicky reached over and gripped my cock through my pants.

I could feel myself harden and had to get out of the car now. I pulled away and exited the car. Vicky left as well. She smiled at me and got back in to her car and drove away. I chuckled  and walked in to work.

All in all, my job’s not that tough. For the most part, I just deal with paperwork and the occasional annoying customer. Tonight would have been no different if not for my cashier. every night I have to close, we always put on one cashier so that the closing manager, that’s me, can deal with operational things. 

Typically, it’s either Jessie or Tom but every once in a while I have to deal with Trish. Trish is one of only two females on staff. She always wears short skirts, heels and low cut shirts. She’s flirtatious and needless to say, she gets pretty good numbers. Trish is hot, there’s no question about it. She has big tits, a great ass, and nice long legs. Even with all that, Trish is one of the biggest pains in the asses on the planet. 

She never gets off her cell phone, she picks and chooses when she wants to “work”, she bitches about everything, and is a huge cock tease. I hate working with her and wouldn’t you know it, guess who I have to be stuck with all night.

Trish is looking especially whorey tonight. Her tight black pants perfectly cup her ass and her tits are on display for the world, clearly she chose not to wear a bra tonight. Her voice is like nails on a chalk board. I had to tell her four times to get off her phone.

“just one second.” she would say. 

By the time we closed, I could have punched her. Once the gate was down, Trish stopped working. There were put backs to do, cleaning, even just taking out the trash but what did Trish do?  She played with her phone and stood around. 

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“oh Fuck, keep pounding that pussy!” screamed out Vicky.

I pumped deep and hard in to Vicky’s tight cunt. I held her down roughly, crushing her head in to the mattress with the palm of my hand. I moved my hand to her throat. I felt Vicky’s pussy contract as my hand gripped her throat. Vicky loved being choked. 

“hit..hit me.” Vicky gargled.

I raised my hand and smacked her across the face. On the second strike, Vicky came hard covering my cock in her fluids. I continued to fuck her hard even as she shook still cumming. 

Seeing an opportunity, I grabbed her by the hair and roughly spun her over. I slipped back in to her cunt and started fucking her again. I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled her head back. Vicky screamed out as I pulled. My cock started to grow and I could feel my own orgasm building. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“do it, fill me up. Make me take your load!” 

I slammed deep in to Vicky’s cunt and unloaded hard. My cum coated her insides and set of Vicky’s own orgasm. After I finished cumming, I pulled out and watched my cum drip out of her and begin to pool on the bed. I collapsed to the side to catch my breath. Vicky, still going through the effects of her own orgasm, struggled for words. After a few minutes, she looked over to me.

“I have no idea what got in to you tonight but damn did I love it.” she said with a smile.

I had to laugh looking over her sweat stained face. Vicky pushed some of her matted air out of her face. After work, I drove over to Vicky’s for our now usual fuck session. The drive was only about ten minutes but the whole ride all I could think about was how much of a bitch Trish was. By the time I had arrived at Vicky’s, I had worked myself in to a frenzy.

Every dark thought I had seemed to spill out the moment Vicky opened the door. I grabbed her and pulled her back in to her room. Without a word, I ripped her clothing off and shoved her on to the bed. Vicky could tell I was in a particular mind set and wasn’t about to stop me. 

“Rape me!” she kept moaning.

After we caught our breaths, I started to get dressed. We didn’t have a relationship, we had an arrangement built purely on sex so there was no chance I was going to spend the night. None of this was uncommon.

“so, you gonna tell me here you were tonight?” asked Vicky as she picked up the now torn clothing she had.

“Trish, she just fucking made my life hell tonight.”

“I hate that bitch!” huffed Vicky, just throwing away the old shirt and grabbing a new one from the drawer. “she thinks she’s so high and mighty but she’s just a whore. A slut, you know she’s fucked like half the guys who used to work there including Adam.”

“someone should teach the bitch a lesson.” I said, pulling on my shirt. 

I looked over and caught Vicky’s eye. Already I could see the evil gears working in her head. 

“maybe we should.”

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The next day I was back at the store for the same shift and with Trish again. However, today was different because by the end of the night, Trish was not going to be a problem anymore. She came in with her normal bitch attitude. She wore a skirt that came just above her knee with a long slit up the side showing of more of her legs. Her blouse as buttoned down pretty far showing off ample cleavage. He heels clacked against the stone floor in the back as she put away her stuff.

Trish walked out, still typing on her phone. Once finished her placed the phone in the center of the counter next to the printer. It was out of the way but still in reach when she decided she needed it. Everything she did filed me with anger. A small part of me had felt a little bad going in to tonight, knowing what Vicky had planned but the more I spent time with Trish, the more I wanted this to happen. Time to cut this self righteous bitch down.

The night was slow but all shitty things must come to an end. Seconds before we closed, Vicky arrived and slipped in. I could see Trish’s eyes roll upon seeing Vicky. Vicky was dressed to kill. She had black leather boots that came up to the knee and had a sharp heel, a short skirt, and a white tank top. Part of me wanted to jump over the counter and start fucking her right against the interactive units but I held it together.

“we’re about to close.” Trish said to Vicky with a sneer.

“oh I know.” Vicky pulled down the gate, slamming it shut.

Confused, Trish turned around to find me standing directly behind her. I stepped forward pinning her against counter. I could see her breasts begin to rise and fall in increased speed. She was scarred but at this point I couldn’t care less. 

“wha… what’s going on?” asked Trish.

“don’t play stupid, you slut.” said Vicky who walked behind Trish. 

I slipped my hand under Trish’s skirt. She let out a loud gasp and griped my wrist. Her mound was warm, looked like the stuck up bitch might have been getting turned on. I started rubbing and much to her dismay, Trish let out a soft moan.

“you fucking whore!” laughed Vicky.

I felt Trish’s grip loosen as her nylon and panty covered pussy began to heat up. She fell back against the counter. Her breathing increased. I watched intently as her large breasts rose and fell in rapid secession. I moved under her nylons and pushed her panties to the side. 

“no…please.” Trish meekly moaned. 

Roughly, I drove two fingers deep in to her cunt. I grabbed breast and squeezed. Trish cried out and shut her eyes an I manhandled her. Vicky laughed wickedly. 

I kneeled down and ripped apart Trish’s nylons. Next came her panties, a pair of white bikinis, I gripped and ripped. After tossing them to Vicky, I placed my face on Trish’s cunt and began to lap up her juices. Trish screamed out.

“FUCK!!”

Vicky brought the discarded panties to her nose and inhaled Trish’s musk. Vicky played with her pussy for a few moments watching me work over Trish’s cunt. Finally, she had enough of sitting on the sidelines and decide to be “Proactive”. Vicky stepped up and shoved the panties in to Trish’s mouth. Vicky painfully played with Trish’s breasts.

“you like that? You are such a fucking whore, Trish.”

Trish garbled a disagreement through the soaked panties in her mouth. 

“no? then why is it you are dripping all over Jack’s face right now?” 

Vicky leaned in, pulled the panties form Trish’s mouth, and kissed her. Their tongues danced but just as Trish was getting in to it, Vicky pulled away and slapped Trish across the face. Tears began to form in Trish’s eyes as Vicky slapped her again. Much to my surprise though, Trish’s pussy began to flood even more. 

I clamped down on Trish’s clit and sucked as hard as I could. Trish’s nails drew across the counter top as she struggled to keep herself up. Vicky moved to Trish’s neck, kissing and licking her soft flesh. 

“you want to cum? Do you want Jack to make you cum?” asked Vicky.

“yes..oh fuck…yes please. Make me cum so fucking hard.”

“what do you want?” 

“I wanna cum. I’ll do anything, just let me cum!!”

“anything?”

I increased the pressure. I pumped two fingers deep in to her snatch. My hand and mouth were covered in Trish. She was so close and we all knew it. 

“I’ll do anything. Let you do anything to me, just let me cum.”

I looked up at Vicky. She nodded to me. I twisted my fingers in Trish’s cunt. This sudden motion set off Trish.

“SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!”

Trish writhed on my tongue. her cunt juice poured out like a river. It tasted sweeter than I thought it would. Trish rocked back and forth before collapsing on the floor. As Trish shook on the floor, I stood up. Vicky grabbed me and kissed me roughly. I picked up her tight little body and sat her on the counter. As we kissed, my hand went under Vicky’s short skirt to find her had failed to put on panties today. Watching me tongue fuck Trish had been a major turn on for Vicky who was excessively wet. Vicky broke the kiss and looked down on Trish, who was just coming to.    

“well now, ready to make good on your promise?” asked Vicky,

I looked down and could see the lust in Trish’s eyes. She propped herself up to her knees and undid my belt. My cock sprang out, ready to get some relief. Trish took me in to her mouth and started sucking. She wasn’t as skilled as Vicky but what she lacked, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Plus I had the added thrill of the stuck up bitch who’s been making my life a living hell on her knees blowing me. 

“fuck her face, make her take that big fucking cock.” said Vicky.

Liking the idea, I grabbed Trish’s head with both hands and roughly drove my cock in and out of her mouth. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat and the sound of Trish gagging filled the store. I pulled my cock ot an rubbed it on Trish’s sweat covered face. 

“you like that big fucking cock throat fucking you?”

“I love it!” cried out Trish who started to jack me off.

“beg Jack to fuck you!”

“please Jack. Please fuck my sluty pussy. Fuck me like the cock hungry whore I am!” 

How could  say no?

I got down on the floor and on to my back. Trish mounted me, sliding my cock deep in to her soaking wet cunt. She began to gyrate her hips back and forth and up and down, moaning like a whore the whole time. Vicky pushed her skirt up and pushed Trish’s face in to her own snatch. I half expected Trish to resist but she had dropped all pretence now. Trish lapped up Vicky’s cunt. Vicky moaned and lifted up her tank top and popped out her tit. Vicky squeezed the massive mound of tit flesh as Trish’s tongue probed her.

I placed my hands on Trish’s thighs and pounded harder and harder. I reached up and ripped open Trish’s blouse sending buttons flying. Luckly, Trish’s bra clasp was in the front. I popped it and let Trish’s tits fall out. I reached up and squeezed. Trish moaned in to Vicky’s pussy. 

“oh fuck, you’re making me cum.” yelled Vicky.

I watched Vicky’s leg start to shake. She released as spray of fluids which coated Trish’s face. Trish was soaked. Her face was covered and so was her hair. Watching Vicky cum and Trish covered in it, I knew I was going to follow soon. 

“shit!” I grunted. 

Hearing this, Vicky pushed Trish off of my cock and had me stand. Trish got to her knees as Vicky pumped my cock.

“you want this load? You want to take more cum? You’re just a fucking cum dumpster, aren’t you?” yelled Vicky, stroking my cock like a pro.

“yes, fuck yeah! Give me that cum. Make me your slutty cum dumpster!” 

That was the breaking point. My cock stiffened and I fired off a massive load right on to Trish’s face and breasts. Vicky milked every last drop out of me and on to Trish. By this point, Trish was covered in cum, both mine and Vicky’s. 

Vicky let go of my dick and kneeled down to face Trish. Vicky started to lick up some of the cum that had collected on Trish’s face and tits. After collecting some, Vicky leaned in and kissed Trish, pushing the cum in to her mouth. I watched as the two beautiful women made out in front of me, swapping my cum back and forth. 

They finally broke the kiss and looked up at me. 

“you like our new cum dumpster, Jack?” asked Vicky, playing with Trish’s cum soaked hair. 

“yeah, the bitch can stay.”