It was a snowy Valentine's Day, and Hellie found herself working the store with Kevin.
He greeted her in the back of store. "Hey whore, I'm surprised you aren't somewhere getting gangbanged today."
Hellie was sort of surprised, too. But she rolled her eyes.
"I need the hours," she mumbled.
"Didn't think the town whore would be at her day job today."
"Whatever." Hellie turned and made her way back up front.
"That's okay, babe," Kevin called. "I'll take you out."
"My ass," said Hellie.
"I'm serious," said Kevin. "Let me take you out."
Hellie blinked. "Really?"
Kevin nodded. "Wait for me at the lockers at close."
The store closed relatively early that day, but it was still dim outside once they could leave. Once the cashiers had gone, Hellie stood by the lockers looking at her phone and waited for Kevin.
The lights of the store began to shut off.
This was normal, but they usually did it when they walked out and locked the front door.
Hellie looked around, glancing toward the sales floor and registers, then back behind her to look back at the warehouse area. She knew that there were also light switches back there, and she walked toward the back door.
"Where are you?" she called.
He was definitely fucking with her. She knew that. He'd been fucking with her earlier, too, and she'd let him.
She began to turn back toward the front. "Kev--?!"
His hand was over her mouth.
"Hey slut. You're going to be my little valentine today." She felt him adjust to put his forearm against her mouth, then heard a loud sticky noise as he pulled a piece of duct tape and ripped it off. She bit his arm and pulled away.
"Fuck!" Kevin looked at his arm in the dimness. "Don't be a fucking bitch." He walked over to her. "Easy," he said.
Hellie stood still, and he lifted up the duct tape and placed it over her mouth.
"Hmm," said Hellie.
Kevin smiled. He pulled a box cutter out of his pocket. "Take your top off, or I'll cut it off."
Hellie swallowed and pulled off her shirt. Her nipples were hard, because it was cold, but she could feel her body aching to be touched. Her pussy thrummed with excitement.
Kevin put the box cutter back in his pocket, reached forward to slap her tits and pinch her already hard nipples. The sting of sensual pain flashed through her body. She was wet now.
"Mmmm!" Hellie whined.
"Shut the fuck up," Kevin murmured in a gentle voice. "This is happening, bitch. You know that. It's time to cooperate."
Hellie looked at him.
"Now turn around."
Hellie did, baring her breasts to one of the surveillance cameras.
Kevin tied something plastic- a zip tie, she thought- around Hellie's wrists. Then another looser tie around her forearms, pulling her arms back further and forcing her breasts forward.
"Hmmhh," Hellie said.
"That's good," Kevin said. "And now we're ready."
"Mehhee?" Hellie said.
He turned her body roughly back toward him.
"I said I was going to take you out, baby. So we're going out back, behind the fucking dumpster."
"Hmmm!!"
"That's right babe." Kevin put his hand patronizingly onto Hellie's ass and guided her body to walk toward the back doors. He took them to the back of the store, then around to the other side of a dumpster that was along the back wall.
"This is where you belong isn't it? Here where the dumpsters are?"
Kevin turned Hellie to face him and pushed her to her knees, the back of her head against the brick wall. He reached down and ripped the duct tape off of her mouth with no regard for her pain as it pulled at her skin.
"Ah! Fuck." Hellie pressed her raw lips together.
Kevin was undoing his pants. "Not like that baby, open your mouth."
Hellie swallowed. She looked up at Kevin and tentatively parted her lips.
Kevin slapped her face, calmly saying "Open it."
"Oh!" Hellie cried. She felt her pussy gush when his hand hit her cheek. Her nipples became even harder in the cold evening air. She opened her mouth wider.
"That's it, baby. Let me give you your Valentines treat." Kevin pulled out his cock and pressed it hard into her mouth.
"There we go," he said softly.
"Glghhk!" said Hellie as his cock hit the back of her throat. She couldn't pull away- her head was against the wall.
"Wow, bitch. Not even a thank you?"
"Haaannmmmghhhh!" Hellie groaned as Kevin pulled back quickly and thrust back in. She gagged and he didn't stop.
"That's good baby, I like that."
Hellie gagged again as he pushed his cockhead further. He held it there, not letting her breathe for a moment, and then pulled back to let her take a long inhale through her nose.
And then he was back in her mouth.
"Hmmmgglllhkk!"
"What's that babe? Are you saying thank you?" He pulled back and then firmly pushed into her throat.
"Hlllghhhuunh," Hellie tried to speak around Kevin's cock.
He thrust into her mouth again. "Those tits look real cold." And again. "Let's make them bounce." He began to throat-fuck Hellie in earnest, with long, hard strokes into her mouth, over her tongue.
Hellie gagged again.
"Ew, don't throw up." He gagged her again purposely. "That's disgusting."
"Hnnghh," Hellie whimpered.
He reached down, careful not to pull his cock from her mouth, and grabbed one of her nipples hard. He shook her titty roughly. She shuddered as her bare arms and shoulders were pressed into the cold wall.
"I stole zip ties from the store just for you. I borrowed a box cutter. Now I'm spending this special time with you." He pulled his cock from her mouth only to replace it with his hand, his fingertips in her throat making her choke. "Don't be an ungrateful little rapebait bitch." Keeping his hand jammed into her mouth, Kevin reached with his other hand to take out his phone. He began to record.
Hellie looked up at the camera, at him again, pleading. She swallowed around his fingers and then began to suck on his hand.
"That's it," Kevin said gently. "That's it bitch." He slowly pulled his hand from her mouth, pulling one finger away at a time until he was fucking her tender, puffy lips with just his index finger.
Hellie sucked hungrily, her pussy throbbing. Finally Kevin pulled his hand away.
"Ugh," he said, wiping his hand on his jeans. And then his dick was in her face, poking at her head, her cheek, her nose, her chin, smacking her in the mouth.
He was making fun of her.
"Open your fucking hole you stupid slut." He cockslapped her again. "Open. How many fucking times do I have to tell you to open your fucking mouth."
And yet Hellie's mouth was still watering.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and Kevin slid his cock over her tongue, back into her throat. He began again to pound his dick into her throat mercilessly, recording all the while with his free hand.
"Hnglk-hnglk-glck-ughlk-hlllk," came the sounds from Hellie's throat. She could feel her entire body- her throat, her legs, her pussy- opening to him, making it easier for him to pound into her throat. She was cold in the February air but heated all the same, wet from the sweat and tears and spit all coating her face and neck.
"That's it," Kevin repeated as Hellie gagged and choked. "That's it."
