An Unexpected Creamy Present

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Apophenia

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A week before Christmas, I was the only person at work. Two of my coworkers took the week off. The other called in sick.

Right, sick.

I sighed as I folded a sweater display. Maybe she really was sick. It was winter, after all, and the holiday season brought lots of people together. Still, that meant I was running the store by myself. My manager worked from home half the time - including this week. Must be nice.

Thankfully, there weren't too many customers. I might've 'forgotten' to put up the Christmas sale signs, so the neighboring stores probably looked more attractive. Maybe if there were more employees, someone would have remembered...

Ten minutes before my lunch break, the store was almost completely empty. Only one couple was in the fitting rooms. I glanced at the clock, then the door, then flipped the 'be right back' sign. Two customers were easy to keep an eye on, and no one was here to notice that my break was a little early.

When I turned to walk back to the counter, a man was waiting there. He spotted me and said, "My wife says there's a spill in the fitting rooms. Could you take a look?" He had that tired, bored look of a husband sick of following his wife through yet another store. Kind of similar to how my coworker was too 'sick' to work.

Although, my coworkers didn't talk to my breasts. I thought they'd get a laugh out of my silly Christmas sweater with ornaments above my boobs. I blushed slightly and nodded. "Sorry about that. I'll take care of it right away."

Grabbing a roll of paper towels, I followed him. His wife was at the entrance to the fitting rooms.

She waved. "Oh, thank you, dear. Rina, is it?" Her eyes went to my name tag. "Tsk. A shame you're here all alone, Rina. All the other stores have so many workers. Maybe we should steal one of them for you!"

I laughed politely. "No, it's ok, I don't mind. So sorry about the mess. I'll get it cleaned up."

"Such a sweetheart." She turned and led me to a stall around the corner and near the back. "Do you go to the local university?"

"I did! Graduated just this year."

The woman smiled. "Perfect." It was a strange comment, but I didn't give it much thought. She walked up to the door and pointed into the stall. "Right in there, dear."

When she didn't move, I squeezed past her. Other than a sweater hanging beside the mirror, the room appeared empty. "Where's the spill?"

I turned to catch the woman sharing a look with her husband. He was standing right behind her, staring at my breasts again. "Oh, we haven't made it yet."

Huh? I blinked at them. They smiled back.

The stall suddenly felt crowded. The couple blocked the door, and they weren't moving. Come to think of it, I didn't like the way they were looking at me. The woman's eyes wandered slowly down my body, then back up again, like she was cataloging every curve of my legs and hips and breasts.

She took a step into the stall. "We thought it was so unfair for you to be working alone on Christmas week, so we have a present for you."

My foot shifted back, but there was nowhere to go. "Oh, um, thanks. That's really not necessary. Uh, was there something I could help you with?"

My voice squeaked a bit at the end. The lady was right in front of me now, lifting a hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. I flinched.

She laughed softly. "We'll help ourselves, dear."

And with that, she grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and shoved me against the wall. I yelped. My arms were tugged back and my wrists tied tightly together. All of that was done before I knew what was happening. By the time I thought to open my mouth and shout for help, the woman stuffed a sock in. Vaguely, I was grateful it tasted clean. There was a little tag hanging off of it. Oh, it belonged to the store.

The store that was closed because I'd wanted an early lunch break. No one would walk into an empty shop and call out for an employee. No one would stumble into the fitting rooms and find me, help me, hear my pitiful whimpers.

"Shh, we won't hurt you, sweetie. Just be quiet and cooperate, and everything will be fine," the woman cooed.

Arms wrapped around my waist, hands undoing the zipper of my pants. My knees felt weak. The woman was still holding me firmly against the wall, so it must have been her husband stripping off my clothes. Fear shot through me when he squeezed my ass. What did they want from me? Strip me naked so I was helpless while they robbed the store? The neighborhood was nice and it was broad daylight. I didn't have a uniform for them to steal. They'd look suspicious carrying out bags and bags of stuff.

When the man lifted my leg to remove my shoes and pants, I jerked my foot back, kicking at him and twisting my shoulders. The woman grabbed a handful of my hair. Twisting hard, she frowned. "None of that, now. I said, cooperate, dear. We just want to have a little fun with you, then we'll leave. If you make things difficult, I'll assume you want us to hurt you. You don't want us to hurt you, do you?"

Her tone was scolding, like I was misbehaving. I blinked terrified, wide eyes, tears blurring my sight. Her husband slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my panties. He pulled them down. This time, his hands caressed my inner thighs. I shivered.

They weren't robbing the store. I shook my head. The woman's expression softened, her lips curving gently. Down between my legs, her husband's fingers trailed up my thighs again. I stared at her. She winked. She knew exactly what he was doing, was helping him do it. My thighs trembled.

Fear froze me in place. The threatening fingers wandered higher and higher, kneading my sensitive inner thighs, cupping my ass cheeks and lightly slapping. How could she let him do this? Her husband's hand covered my mound and I gasped. How could any woman not just stand by and watch while another woman was abused, but help make it happen? Smile as she held a woman for her husband to grope.

"Good girl," she murmured. "My love knows how to please a woman. Just relax, now, that's a good dear."

Fingers lightly circled my entrance. I blushed as we both discovered I was wet. Just my body reacting, I knew, but it was still humiliating. His quiet chuckle sent a warm flush to my cheeks. He spread my arousal, a wave of tingling tension washing over me as he brushed my clit.

My body was oversensitive. I breathed in short, panicked gasps. As terrified as I was, every touch was that much more intense. A finger slowly dragging between my pussy lips felt like a horrible threat, then he pushed into me, and I couldn't help but clench around his invading digit.

The woman watched every second of my reaction. She seemed fascinated. Her tongue ran over her lips, and I was pretty sure she was rubbing her clit. She was getting off on this as much as her husband was.

"Is she wet, dear?" the woman asked, her voice husky. "Taste her little cunt. Tell me how wet she is."

"She's just about dripping, darling," mumbled the husband. His finger withdrew. I tensed as he forced my legs to spread. Then his soft tongue stroked up my slit.

"Mmph!" I yelped. Shock and pleasure erased the fear for a moment. That felt good. I loved getting eaten out, and it had been a while. He licked long and slow, pausing to suck on my clit before jabbing his tongue into my pussy and swiping up my fluids. Beyond my rasping breaths, I heard him audibly swallow. I was definitely dripping now.

A pathetic whimper left me when his mouth left me cold and wanting. I might've collapsed if the woman wasn't holding me up.

But when the man's body pressed against my back, his hot and hard cock sliding between my legs, fear stiffened my muscles again. This was it. He was going to fuck me. I frantically glanced at the woman, searching for any hint of sympathy. Didn't she understand how horrible this was? He was her husband, didn't she care if he shoved his cock into another woman?

My eyelids fluttered as that thick shaft rubbed in my juices. I was so fucking sensitive. His large cock head grazed my clit, and I moaned.

The low voice of the husband rumbled, "I think she's ready, darling."

I really wasn't. I'd never be ready for a stranger to shove his cock into me. My head shook, pulling at my hair still in the woman's grasp.

She licked her lips. "Get her on the floor. On her back," she demanded.

The constraints on my wrists disappeared, but they swiftly pushed me down, lifted my arms, and tied them up again before I could begin to struggle. Their movements felt smooth and practiced. I wondered if they'd done this before, how many other poor girls they'd raped.

My sweater climbed up my chest, my bra flipping over my breasts. The man grinned as he took both my boobs in his hands. His knees were solidly between my legs, preventing them from closing. Tears burned my eyes when I saw his cock. He angled his hips down, pressing the thick shaft against my mound. I shook my head, pleading with quiet whimpers.

The woman pinned my wrists to the floor. She stepped over my head, and I noticed her legs were bare. Her pussy, too.

She bent her knees and glanced down. "I'm going to take out the gag, and you're going to be a good girl and lick me, dear." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "If you do it really well, I'll tell my husband not to fuck you. Deal?"

I nodded quickly. She smiled and touched my lips, then paused. "Don't do anything silly like scream, alright? I personally don't like anal, but my husband does, and if you scream, well..." She shrugged.

I swallowed and nodded again. She patted my cheek, then dug out the sock from my mouth. Coughing a few times, I whispered, "Thank you..."

"Of course, sweetheart." She smiled as she lowered her hips. I grimaced but opened my mouth. Reluctantly, I licked her soaking wet pussy. Female musk filled my senses as her fluids slid down my throat. This was embarrassing but not nearly as bad as being fucked.

She moaned, "That's it, dear, good girl. Ahh, yes, faster, use your tongue more, please. Mmm..."

As I licked and followed her directions, I twitched at every touch from her husband. His cock was still resting between my legs. Hot and heavy, it was a threat: keep licking, or this goes in your pussy.

Whenever he shifted, I flinched and licked harder. It felt like he was going to fuck me. Any second, he'd push his cock deep inside me. His shaft slipped down, the tip brushing my entrance, then sliding back up to my clit. I hated that I couldn't see him. I couldn't see what he was doing, couldn't watch for the moment he lined up his cock. There was nothing I could do, but not being able to see made it worse. If I twisted away, at least I could delay for a few seconds. But I didn't even get that much.

The man grumbled, "May I fuck her yet?"

The question confused me. He was asking his wife permission to fuck me? If he were to ask anyone, it should be me. Why ask her?

"Mmm," she moaned. "I think... just a minute. She's so wet, isn't she? Naughty girl." Laughing softly, she rolled her pussy harder against my mouth. "Rina, girl, I hope you're listening. Mmm, you're doing wonderful. Keep it up, dear. In fact... mmm... make me cum in the next thirty seconds, and, ohh... I won't let my husband fuck you."

"Darling..."

"Oh, be quiet, her tongue is fantastic. You could learn something from her. Mmm..."

I licked furiously. If she could make him keep his cock away from me, I'd be the best damn pussy licker in the whole world. My tongue thrust as far inside her as possible, stiffening and rubbing back and forth. I traced her opening and lapped at her clit. My tongue was everywhere. But thirty seconds was not a very long time.

And down between my legs, her husband was still playing with my pussy. While I had been focused on the woman, I hadn't noticed my hips rising and falling, thrusting at his cock, moving myself up and down the underside of his shaft.

"That's thirty seconds, darling. Now may I fuck her dripping little cunt?"

He sounded annoyed.

The woman laughed mid-moan. "Y-yes. Sorry, dear, deal's a deal. I'm so close, too. Ohh..."

Cold fear raced down my spine. I stopped licking. Instead, I twisted my hips and whimpered, struggling to throw her off, to make him lose his grip, anything that might help me get away. She promised to tell him not to fuck me. She changed the deal. She was never going to stop him. I wailed and kicked.

The man grabbed my hips. Velvet heat, hard and thick, slid along my slippery folds. Panic had me sobbing even as tingles of sensation spread out to my thighs. The tip of his cock found my entrance. A horrible ache inside me tempted me to buck my hips and welcome him in. I barely held myself back, but then he pushed. Pressure, then smooth sliding, stretching. He was fucking me. I was getting fucked by this man I didn't know.

And it felt amazing.

As he thrust and pulled out and thrust again, driving in deeper and deeper each time, I stopped struggling. Short little whimpers came up my lungs. His cock was so thick and hard. When he withdrew, his bulbous head spread me open wide before he plunged in again. My inner muscles clenched. I told myself to relax, but my pussy couldn't stop squeezing him.

The woman moaned, "How does she feel, dear?"

"Good. So good," her husband groaned. "Tight and wet. She was ready."

The woman laughed. "Rina, don't stop now. Use that lovely tongue of yours, and maybe I'll tell him to pull out."

Her husband growled.

She said, "Shh. This is my Christmas present, remember?"

Her Christmas present? She orchestrated this? My tongue licked mechanically as my mind went blank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She planned all of this - finding a vulnerable girl to take advantage of, her husband's cock gliding in and out of that unwilling woman's pussy, making me eat her out in the hopes of avoiding the deep penetration that was driving me crazy.

She ground her pussy against my lips. "I promise, Rina, dear. I promise to tell him to pull out if you make me cum. My husband does what I tell him to, isn't that right, dear?"

He growled but gritted out, "Yes, darling."

With no other option, I licked obediently. No matter how hot I felt, how good that relentless thrusting was, I had to do everything I could to make it stop. To make him stop. And soon. He wasn't using a condom. I wasn't on birth control. His bare cock was leaking precum all over my unprotected pussy.

She'd make him pull out before he came, wouldn't she? They wouldn't want to get me pregnant. Right? I sucked her clit harder.

The man's hands moved up my ribs. He squeezed my breasts as he rode me, his cock filling me over and over again, the spongy tip bumping against my vulnerable cervix. I licked desperately and wished I could use my fingers. I just wanted to make her cum; I'd forgotten all about trying to escape. If she came, he wouldn't knock me up.

If she came, maybe he'd stop before the pleasure overwhelmed me.

That incessant, horrible, beautiful gliding was terribly distracting as I flicked my tongue on the woman's clit. I gasped when he slammed into me harder and faster. In some corner of my mind, I knew his increasing speed was a bad thing, but it felt so fucking good. His fingers squeezed my breasts and he groaned.

Alarms rang in my head with that low, breathy sound. I moved my head up and down. I had to make her cum. I need to make her cum now. Her moaning encouraged my aching jaw and sore tongue. She sounded close. Her pussy ground against my lips, her hips bucking in nearly the same rhythm as her husband. My hips were moving, too, rolling as I strained to take that cock deeper inside me. Struggling was so far from my mind right then. Nothing was stopping me from making her cum. This was important, the most important thing right now.

"Ah!" she cried out. It was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. "Yes! That's it, dear, oh, yes, suck my clit, girl, oh, oh, ahh!"

Her pussy planted against my mouth, her body jolting slightly as her juices flowed down my throat. I swallowed and sucked, grateful this ordeal was finally over. The pounding between my legs hadn't stopped yet, but it would soon. Shivers of pleasure raced through me. I forced my hips to stop humping up and down. I nudged the man with my feet. He'd heard her. He should pull out now.

But he kept thrusting. She was too busy moaning, hadn't told him to stop, so he thrust faster and faster, his cock pumping into the back of my tunnel. Waves of pleasure crashed through me with every powerful slam, the base of his cock meeting my entrance again and again. My inner walls clutched tightly at his shaft. I squirmed and whimpered. Pleasure rose like a tidal wave. No. Not like this.

My spine arched. I wailed into the woman's pussy as my inner muscles spasmed, horrible bliss taking over all my senses. At the same time, I faintly heard the man grunt. His cock felt harder when he buried himself as deep inside me as he could, his shaft jerking.

He groaned and panted, "Oh, darling. Baby, she feels so good. I'm cumming in her pussy, darling! I'm filling the little cunt!"

I yelped and kicked him, bucked my hips but that only served to force his cock deeper. I think I made it very clear that I wanted him to pull out, but, like everything else I wanted today, I didn't get my way. The woman was still sitting on my face. She made soft sighs and little moans as her husband dumped his cum into my fertile pussy, his twitching cock coating my insides in spurt after spurt of hot sperm. He thrust like he wanted to push his cum deeper, rocking back and forth, fluids leaking out between us.

A lightning bolt of fear shot to my pussy, and, for some horrible reason, my inner muscles clamped down around him, milking his cock. My body convulsed, my ass rising off the ground, and I felt him bump my cervix. Horror clawed at the back of my mind, but pleasure kept my pussy tight around his cock. My body was determined to take every drop of dangerous seed as deep inside me as possible.

The woman sighed and her thighs relaxed. She finally lifted herself off of me. While I gasped for breath, she laughed. "...Oh, sorry, dear. I forgot."

Forgot. Right.

She patted the top of my head as she shifted to the side. "You'll be alright. Every woman should know the pleasure of a man filling her up properly at least once in her life."

I blinked at her husband's smirk. He slowly pulled out of my overflowing pussy, a gush of cum trailing down my ass when he leaned back. Picking up the paper towels, he dabbed at his cock before tucking himself away.

There was a mess in the fitting rooms to clean up now.

With my pussy still dripping, the couple moved together. The husband said, "Merry Christmas, dear."

The wife responded, "Thank you, darling. That was a lovely present."

They kissed. I swallowed the taste of her.

She glanced over her shoulder and winked. "Thank you, too, sweetheart. I hope you like your gift. Merry Christmas!"

I stayed still until their footsteps faded away and the faint bell of the store's front door sounded. When I finally sat up, I noticed a small envelope on top of the paper towels. Wiggling my wrists out of a long sock binding them together, I cautiously opened the envelope. Inside were several crisp bills. A few hundred dollars, at least. Maybe that's what the woman meant by a present - not just her husband's cum.

The fitting rooms didn't have cameras. The store only had one working camera. Located behind the register, it might have caught the man's face. Reporting them would probably go nowhere. I stared at the cash in my hand. Honestly, those two paid better than my job. And now I looked like a prostitute. The cops might just arrest me. Not worth it.