The Old Corner Shop

This was a request from a friend, and is interracial (Caucasian lady and two Pakistani men), but it also deals with CNC, Nonconsent (or the fantasy of such), verbal degradation, slut shaming to a small extent, Infidelity, and public sex. It also features unsafe sex, creampies (This is fiction, use condoms people!) and manhandling/rough sex. No offense is intended by the interracial characters, all is based on a real experience, and I am told they are gentlemen in reality.

This was way out of my realm of experience, but good fun to write, there may be a sequel.

Jenna was rushing home after a busy day, work had been chaotic and she hadn't had chance to see her Domme since two weeks ago when she had left for Italy. Having their arrangement change to long distance was odd and jarring, but they managed, and Jenna had a secondary male Dom who was happy to offer aftercare and sessions on the advisement of her Domme. It was a safe and comfortable arrangement.

Perhaps too much so, because Jenna had been feeling bratty lately, she usually thrived on praise, and soft encouragement, but also discipline when needed, she was a good sub. She had always disliked verbal degradation and name-calling, only very rarely liking a rough session when she allowed the word 'Slut' to be used.

Yet this week her filthy imagination was running away with her, every time she went to the corner shop near her home, a tiny little convenience store, she lit up. The owner had been there a very long time, an older Pakistani man who she assumed to be in his sixties. He had always been kind and always made her laugh, his son, who was about 30 had been there for just as long.

When she hit her twenties, they would both be even more cheeky and somewhat flirty when she went in, being a curvy, busty blonde she was used to the stares to her bust, but their eyes would burn through her. That had continued on into her thirties, and even her Domme, who had gone in with her once had commented on it, laughing proudly.

Jenna was shy, and would blush at the drop of a hat, even at 36 that hadn't changed.

Except lately her flustered smiles and blushes had turned to wondering, she knew the old man was married, as was his son, so she shouldn't be having these thoughts. But she started wondering what would happen if she went in there in a pretty little summer dress that perhaps showed a bit too much leg, what if she bent over to see what was on the bottom shelf, would she feel their eyes on her?

There was something filthy and naughty about imagining sucking one of them behind the counter, or being bent over said counter and fucked while they called her a dirty little slut. Maybe they would both use her?

It was driving her wild, it wasn't like she wanted anything more from them, she didn't usually mess with anyone married. Just a dirty bit of fun in a semi-public place. It was the amalgamation of all their flirting, and her sudden want to be used like a slut. She knew they both had a slight disdain for women, and that would usually raise her hackles. But there was a part of her that wanted to take their idea of a 'slut' and turn it into a situation where they were actually giving her all she wanted in the process of degrading her.

She blurted it out last week to her Domme, who had said she would see what she could do. She had heard nothing more about it. So, when she went to the shop in her fairly modest long cotton summer dress she was expecting more of the same usual laughter and cheeky flirting comments. But it was fairly quiet, Hazam the son was stocking cigarettes behind the counter, and his dad Awan was nowhere in sight.

She seemed to be the only one in the shop, so she let her mind wander as the radio played and she looked over the wide range of fizzy drinks. The shop was cool and air conditioned in the summer heat so she enjoyed the slight chill on her arms.

She honestly didn't hear Awan come up behind her, but she suddenly felt hands on her ass and she yelped, jumping in shock. Strong old hands held her arms still, as Awan, who she could see it was from a brief glance back, rubbing against her ass. Pulling her roughly to lean on the fridge and manhandling her to jut her ass out and kicking her legs open.

She was in a pleasant state of shock as he stepped forward and rubbed against her, his hands roughly palming her ass as he muttered harsh words she couldn't understand.

She shivered as he slapped her ass hard and she flinched, loving the brief sting of pain. His hands ruched up her dress skirt, and clever fingers stroked over her panties, muttering a harsh "slut" when he found them damp. His fingers yanked her panties aside and pinched at her clit before he thrust two inside making her hiss. He slapped her ass again, pulling her hair as he held a finger to her lips in a sign to be quiet. She did, head dropping as he thrust fingers inside her wetness, making her want to moan.

The door suddenly jingled and he pulled her dress down and led her by the arm to the room attaching the shop, full of boxes it was dark, he pushed her to lean over an old ice cream freezer and yanked her skirt back up.

The only thing separating the room from the shop was a bead curtain, they could hear the customers, and see movement, but couldn't be seen, unless someone pushed aside the curtain. He palmed her ass and yanked her pantie's part way down her thighs. He was rough and as he kissed and licked her back, she shuddered, he may have always been kind but he was an old man, and that gave her the (weirdly exciting) feeling of being manhandled by a dirty old man. As if he could hear her thoughts, he got rougher, ramming two fingers back inside and pushing her head down against the freezer.

The wet sounds of him fingering her were lewd and loud, and she worried customers would hear. He grunted as he tasted her pussy and licked at her juices as she panted. He spat on her ass and roughly pushed a finger into her tight asshole as she shook her head. She hadn't tried anal, though she always kept herself clean in case she was asked to.

It was a rough burn as he impatiently prodded his finger inside her, pulling back for a second and squirting cold slick lube inside her as he pushed the nozzle of the bottle inside her rim. She choked at the filthy squelch it made, and the feel of a load of cold slick lube as he pushed his finger back in, stretching her as he idly licked her pussy.

He pulled back and yanked her up, licking into her mouth hard, and nipping at her lips

"I knew you always wanted this, you're just a slut like the rest, desperate to get a cock in you, well, I'll make sure you get two today, ok slut?"

She flushed red and nodded, looking down. Her ass full of lube and her ass and thighs soaked.

He waited till the customer left, and yanked her behind the counter, Hazam looked surprised but pleased as his dad pushed her to the rug on the floor. She scrambled as he yanked her hair and pushed her head against his son's crotch under his robes. He was already getting hard as she endured the harsh treatment and mouthed at his cock over the robes.

"Give this little slut something to suck on for awhile son, I'll be back in a while."

He left her, and Hazam pulled aside his robe, pulling out his hard long cock. Her eyes widened, she wasn't used to, nor a fan of sucking cock. But he pulled her hair and told her to 'keep his cock warm' beneath the counter. She crawled underneath and took his cock in her mouth, she felt so utterly filthy and naughty. Hiding under the counter, her mouth full of cock and drooling already, her ass full of lube and her pussy throbbing.

Customers came in, and Hazam was kind and completely did not show that his hard cock was throbbing on her tongue. She wondered if some other woman had been beneath the counter in the past when she had been a customer, and she smiled around his cock.

Every now and then he would move her head and fuck her throat. But as the last customer left he gripped her head in both hands and made her gag and cough as he fucked her throat roughly, his scent of musk, spice and man making her shake to catch her breath. He moaned and patted her hair, holding her tight on his cock as he came down her throat and gripped her head as she swallowed it all before he would let her up.

When he allowed her to pull off she coughed and choked, he handed her a bottle of water that she thankfully swigged until she calmed. That had felt so fucking good, definitely bordering cnc, but she had loved it.

He gave her a break and then she knelt back down on a cushion at his feet, and took his soft cock back into her mouth, settling her head on his thigh. He stroked her hair

"That's it slut, stay there awhile and get me hard again for later so I can fuck your tight ass."

She was in a daze of subspace, the salty cock in her mouth lax, he occasionally pulled her off to feed her sips of water in-between customers. Some indiscernible time later he pulled her off, slapping lightly at her cheeks to rouse her. She blinked her dazed eyes and came round as he pulled her standing.

He roughly pulled her dress open up top, pulling her breasts out of her bra and kissing and suckling at them, saying what good tits she had for such a slut.

His dad arrived back and smiled at the sight; they allowed her to go to the bathroom then when she returned they pushed her down over the counter roughly. One palming at her heavy tits and the other slapping her ass hard enough to make it glow red as she whined needily.

Hazam leaned over to bit at her ear lobe, whispering in her ear

"You're going to let my dad breed your pussy, and then you're going to let me breed your ass, because that's what sluts like you are for. I saw you before, looking with your big eyes, wondering what it would be like to take our cocks. Well now you have them, as often as you want, my wife is pregnant so I don't get to fuck her as much as I like, you can be my hole to use. Filthy little slut"

Awan rubbed her pussy from behind, as they exchanged words she didn't understand, Hazam sat on the stool and pulled her sore mouth back onto his cock as his Dad lined up his thick cock at her pussy. He palmed her ass, pinching her thighs and rubbing his cock along her wet lips before pushing inside her pussy. Now she rarely had a man, usually vibes, and a small dildo, so his hot hard thickness was a shock and she tried to pull away. He slapped her ass sharply and she stilled, whimpering as he pushed inside inch by inch, he was so thick, bigger than she had expected.

Then she realized he wore no condom, and she writhed in panic, as Hazam fucked her throat and held her head down her cock she moaned, desperate eyes looking up at him. But he didn't respond, just stroking her cheek and thrusting rougher.

Awan was harsh, his hands bruising on her hips and ass as he fucked her like she was just a hole, just a toy for him to use, muttering expletives and the occasionally 'slut'. She thought it was all too much, but as he rammed deep and starting to cum deep inside her, she came hard and squirted all over the floor. His hot cum pumped deep inside her as he groaned and held her hips still. She shook, still coughing now and then around Hazam's cock.

Then he pulled out, and they both walked behind her, palming her pussy and ass as Awan told his son this was the best way to breed a slut. Hazam yanked her back, shoving the nozzle of the lube in her ass and squirting more. He took no time to stretch her, pushing slowly inside as she groaned onto the counter in pain and pleasure. The pop of his thick head past her rim made them both groan as he whispered praise about how tight and hot her ass was.

She whined at the painful stretch as he pushed inside her, cum dripping down her thighs, He barely gave her time to adjust before he started thrusting with groans and moans that made her proud and wet. The dull burn of pain faded into pleasure, and she moaned as he fucked her hard.

She was sure she saw someone look in as they passed the closed shop, and she briefly worried about being on their cctv, but the thick stretch of his cock deep inside her ass made her mind blank with pleasure.

She was shocked when she came hard again, just from having her ass fucked, and he groaned calling her the best little slut as he came deep inside her ass, so much cum, way more than his dad. His little aborted thrusts as he fucked it deep into her making her whine into a third orgasm, squirting again.

Awan was licking her legs and thighs as his son pulled her up to standing, still speared on his cock. Awan sucked her pussy and licked up her juices, rubbing some of his cum into her thighs like a primal claim.

Hazam eventually pulled out, leaving her gaping and dripping cum until he pushed a plug into her ass and slapped it. She moaned, utterly spent, her throat raw. They gave her water and a snack as she regained her senses and stopped mindlessly drooling on the counter, both grinning as she left, cum dripping down her thighs under her dress as she hobbled home to receive aftercare from her secondary Dom.

She already knew she wasn't pregnant as she was on two forms of contraception and the old man was no longer able to get his wife pregnant, so she wasn't concerned about getting pregnant by him. Though no doubt her Domme would have her take several tests to make sure. But she was thankful the son had fucked her ass instead, as he was apparently about to have his seventh son!

What a day, she definitely wanted to be used by them again!