I really get off on being treated like a cheap whore.  The more I'm treated
like the basest whore, the more I get off on the whole experience.  If a guy
wants to shove his cock so far up me I'll be able to taste it, I want him to
tell me so in exactly those terms.  If he wants to fuck, all he needs to do
is tell me so.  The more I'm abased, the hornier I get.
Sometimes I just love to be ordered to do the most outlandish things.  It's
sort of like being on a scavenger hunt.  One time not long ago we were
playing a kind of "truth or dare" game and for my "dare" I had to walk into a
convenience store and seduce the clerk into the back room within ten minutes
of walking in the door.  We all piled into a friend's van and drove to a
neighborhood 7-11.  I walked in while everybody else waited in the van to
observe and act as referees.
The clerk was a kid about 20 or so who looked totally bored with life in
general and life as a store clerk in particular.  He wasn't too bad looking
in a Generation-X sort of way; short hair, goatee, jeans and T-shirt.  Just
real young and green.
I had shed all of my underwear in the van and had on just a short skirt and
loose button-down blouse.  I undid the top 3 or 4 buttons and proceeded to
slink around the store like I was looking for something.  Every chance I got,
I'd make sure to bend over very deeply so he'd get a good look at all I had
to offer.  Every time I'd catch him looking at me I'd give him a big warm
smile, lick my lips or something and bend over again to give him an even
better look.
Finally, I went up to the counter and told him I was looking for condoms but
didn't know what kind were the best.  He looked really confused until I
reached to brush my hair back from my neck and "accidentally" pulled my
blouse open enough to be standing in front of him with my right breast fully
exposed.  He stared like he was totally hypnotized and I made no move to
cover myself.
I slowly pulled my blouse all the way open to show him both of my girls and
he got the picture.  He said something really intelligent like "You mean you
don't know what kind you want?"  I looked him straight in the eye and said "I
just want the kind you like best because I want to suck your cock right now."
I thought he was going to shit right there!  He turned red, started
stammering, and said something about how he couldn't leave the store and his
manager was due for the next shift soon.  I told him that there was no time
to waste then, and he'd better make up his mind.
He stammered for a few more seconds and then reached over to the display rack
behind the counter, picked out a box of Trojans and handed them to me.
Just to make him all the more uncomfortable, I asked him if this brand fit
him well.  He mumbled something about them being fine and I told him I'd have
to be the judge of that.  I moved around the counter to stand closer to him
and pressed my breasts against his chest.  He finally got himself together
enough to respond and put his arms around me and squeezed my ass.  Only then
did he realize I wasn't wearing any panties either and I could feel his cock
stiffening against me.
I told him that since his manager was due shortly, there probably wasn't any
point in delaying much longer.  He said again that he couldn't leave the
store unattended.  I told him that that wasn't a problem and knelt down on
the floor behind the counter and started undoing his belt.  He warmed to the
idea immediately and moved me around into a small space underneath the
counter where I was completely hidden from the rest of the store.  He could
just stand at the counter like nothing was going on while I took care of him.
I got his pants undone and pulled down around his ankles and then pulled his
shorts down and over his now rigid cock.  He was quite a pleasant surprise;
slightly better than average length, but enormous in girth.  I couldn't get
my thumb and forefinger all the way around the shaft right behind the head of
his cock.
I unwrapped one of the condoms he'd handed me and rolled it onto his cock.  A
girl can't be too careful these days, you know.  He gasped and his knees
buckled slightly as I slid him into my mouth.  He may have been young and
green, but he certainly knew how to appreciate a good blow job.
There I was, under the counter, licking and sucking this stranger's cock when
I heard the bell on the door announce that we had company.  I've got to give
the kid credit -- he didn't panic or even flinch.  I heard footsteps approach
the counter and he asked if he could help them.  It was then that I heard my
husband's voice ask for a pack of cigarettes.  He had been watching from the
van the whole time, knew exactly what was going on, and decided to have a
little fun with the situation.  The Bastard! ;-)))
Just to get back at him, I gave the kid's balls a squeeze and buried his cock
in my mouth.  He gasped and his voice went up about two octaves as he counted
out my husband's change.  I heard my husband tell the clerk to have a nice
evening and then his footsteps faded away and the bell announced his leaving.

The kid had softened a little from the distraction but quickly resumed his
former rigidity as I continued to work him.
A few more minutes of my oral skills and I could tell that he was just about
ready to cum.  I set to work harder than ever and felt him tensing.  Just as
he grabbed the back of my head, thrust himself into my mouth for all he was
worth, and started to fill the tip of that condom, I heard the doorbell ring
again.  I figured it was one of my friends coming in again to fuck with us.
I was wrong.
The kid pulled out of my mouth before he was even done cumming and tried
grabbing for his pants.  Unfortunately, our new visitor was the store manager
and he came right into the store and headed straight behind the counter.
It was fairly obvious what had been going on.  There I am under the counter
with my skirt around my waist and my tits hanging out.  The clerk is still
trying to get his pants all the way up.
The manager starts yelling at the kid.  Threatens to have him fired,
arrested, and all sorts of heinous punishments.  I'm still under the counter
and he's totally ignoring me and really laying into the kid.  I figured it
was my fault that the kid was in trouble so it was up to me to try to bail
him out.
Not knowing what else to do, I reached out from under the counter, put my
hand on the manager's leg and said "Next?".
He stopped dead in his tracks, the kid totally forgotten.  He asked me if I
was kidding.  I just knelt there with my tits hanging out, started unwrapping
another Trojan, and asked him if it looked like I was kidding.
He told the kid to get lost and lock the door behind him on the way out.  I
guess being the manager gives one more privilege than just being a mere
clerk.  He said I looked too good to be hiding under a counter (not the kind
of compliment I usually get) and suggested we step back to his office in the
stockroom.  He was actually gentleman enough to offer me his hand as I
climbed out from under the counter and stood up.
Once back in the office, he started telling me that since I had been caught
"in the act" a simple blow job wasn't going to be enough to keep him quiet.
He pointed to the TV monitor above the desk.  Oh shit, I thought as I
recognized the security camera image of the counter and the safe under it.
The safe I had been kneeling beside while I blew the kid.  He smiled at me
and reached up to the VCR and hit Rewind.  He let the tape roll back for a
second or two and then punched Play.  The picture jumped a couple of times
and then there I was, plainly recognizable under the counter stroking the
kid's cock and sliding it into my mouth.  He looked at me and asked if I knew
how much trouble he could get me into with this tape.  I asked him what he
wanted to erase the tape.
He wanted a fuck.  Not just a simple fuck, he wanted it all.  Mouth.  Pussy.
Ass.  Anywhere he could fit it into me.
Now remember, I told you that the more I'm abased and told to perform, the
hornier I get.  By this time, my pussy was literally dripping.  I had been
rubbing myself while I sucked the kid's cock and had gotten myself pretty
hot.  This new turn had me at a fever pitch.  Little did this guy know it,
but I had rarely been more ready to fuck somebody.
I tried to appear contrite for my indiscretion and asked him if he'd let me
have the tape.  He just laughed.  I asked him if he'd record over it if I'd
agree to fuck him like he asked.  He said he would and I told him OK, go
ahead.  He rewound the tape and pressed Record and then turned to me and told
me to get to work.
He had no idea how ready I was.
I slipped off my blouse and skirt and stood there in just my shoes.  He
looked me up and down, said "Not bad", and started undoing his pants.  As he
dropped his pants in the chair, he tossed me the Trojan and told me to put it
on him.  I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my hands.  Not nearly
as big as the kid's, but still nothing to be ashamed of.  I rolled the rubber
onto him and started licking and fondling him.
Not too long after I had begun sucking him he said that was enough.  He
wasn't going to let me cheat him out of a good fuck by making him cum too
fast.  He stood me up and told me to sit on the edge of his desk.  I did as I
was told and then went him one better and sat there with my feet pulled up on
either side of me with my pussy wide open and glistening.  He wasted no time
at all and drove right into me and began pumping away like he hadn't gotten
laid in a long, long time.  I figured he was going to cum pretty fast with or
without my help.  I was wrong for the second time that evening.
As it turned out, what he was doing was making sure he was good and wet with
my juices.  As soon as he was satisfied, he told me to get down from the desk
and turn around.  He bent me over the desk and spread my ass and slipped a
couple fingers into my pussy.  Then I felt his cock pressing into my ass.  He
kept pressing firmly until he slipped completely in.  I gave the obligatory
(and not entirely faked) gasp and pressed back against him.  He had the
decency to tell me I felt good as he started stroking in and out of my ass
while his fingers dug inside my pussy.  He kept it up for quite a while,
slowing down and speeding up as the mood struck him.  I actually thought he
was going to cum a couple of times but he really had pretty good control.
Then he pulled out and turned me around to face him.  He held me by my tits
and pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him.  I told him there
was no way I was going to suck his dick after he had been fucking me in the
ass and I wanted him to change condoms.  Thankfully, he didn't think that was
too unreasonable a request and handed me a fresh packet.  I stripped off his
old one and rolled on the new and started sucking him just as forcefully as
he'd been fucking me.
The absurdity of this whole situation -- from the time I'd walked into the
store -- started to get to me and I started giggling.  I couldn't help it.
It's really hard to giggle with a cock in your mouth.  Fortunately, he
thought the noises I was making were choking sounds.  He actually said
"What's the matter?  Can't you handle a real man-size dick?"  Like he thought
I was some kind of amateur or something!
I managed to get hold of myself and continued sucking him until he was almost
ready to come.  You'll never guess what the prick did next.  He pulled out of
my mouth, pulled off the rubber, gave himself a few strokes, and came all
over my chest!  I stood up and found a roll of paper towels to wipe myself
off.  As I was getting dressed he asked me if I was all right.  Can you
believe it?  This guy catches me in the act, coerces me to do him too, fucks
me every way and everywhere he can think of, cums all over me and then asks
if I'm all right.  I didn't have the heart to tell him how I'd gotten into
this mess to begin with.
Anyway, he says I can go now and he won't do anything to get me into trouble.
I muster all the dignity I can and walk out of the stockroom, across the
store, wait for him to unlock the door for me, and walk out to the van where
all my friends have been waiting.
As I get into the van, all my friends are going absolutely crazy over what
they'd been watching.  My husband was so turned on he had me sit on his lap
the whole way home.  Of course, I did have him inside me as I sat on his lap.
Everybody agreed I had complied with all the terms of the "dare" even
though, technically, it had taken me more than ten minutes to get the clerk.
I did get extra credit for the "double", though.
The kicker to this story came a few days later.  We were at home watching TV
when my husband suggested we watch a movie.  He pops a tape into the VCR and
all of a sudden I'm watching myself in a convenience store office taking off
my blouse and skirt.  I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open while the
onscreen me is sitting on the edge of the desk with my pussy hanging open.
It finally dawned on me what had happened.  When the manager had pressed
Record to erase the tape of me under the counter, he had also switched to the
camera in the office and turned off the monitor so I wouldn't see what he had
done.  One big question though: How did my husband come to have the tape???
It seems the whole thing had been a set-up.  My husband had arranged the
whole thing with a friend of his who happened to be the night manager of the
store.  As it turned out, I was the payoff for a poker bet my husband had
lost.  Even the kid was part of the set-up.  He really worked at the store,
but he had been let in on the deal by my husband and his friend.  When I
walked into the store, my husband had called his friend on the cell phone and
let him know the deal was about to go down.  When my husband walked in to get
the cigarettes, he had just been checking to make sure I was fully engaged
before sending his friend in to "catch" us.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to get angry.  I had been
set up to totally debase myself and offer my favors to two strangers.  I had
two very satisfactory sexual experiences I would have missed otherwise, and
had fun with my friends too