Store Dick

I switch off the camera and look up at them, the vague plan I had been thinking about before firming up in my mind – an evil plan.

'You are kinky buggers aren't you?' I suggest without smiling.

I get no answer, but I didn't really expect one.

'Are you in any doubt about how much trouble you are in?' I ask, holding up the offending clothing, the camera and nodding towards the video tape. Both of them shake their heads without looking at me.

Then I continue. 'Would you like to get out of this trouble?' I wait till they look up at me with expressions that show a mixture of suspicion and hope. It is time to elaborate, to explain my plan.

'I don't think you stole anything.' I tell them, and see them sit a little straighter; as if a physical pressure has been taken off their shoulders. 'But the manager will swear you did. And Barry and Gari over there, (pointing behind them) will do the same, if she tells them to.'

They slump down again.

I smile at them. 'But I think those two (gesturing again at the two guards by the door,) could be convinced that they didn't see you steal anything. But it won't be an intellectual argument that convinces them. No; an eloquent pleading will not do the trick. What motivates them are baser instincts. But I am sure we can come to an.........arrangement to.......ah.....get you off, if you'll pardon the expression, if you are prepared to work with me, with us?' I can see from the looks they are giving me that they haven't caught my drift. It is time to stop teasing and hinting.

I lean forward and rest my elbows on the table, pausing till I have their full attention.

'I am going to ask you two a series of questions.' I begin. 'Then I am going to give you some instructions. If you give the right answers and follow my instructions exactly, without quibbling or hesitation, you might not have to walk out of here handcuffed and escorted by the "boys in blue". Would you like that?'

They nod cautiously, uncertainty etched on their faces.

'Then let's begin.' I tell them. 'Remember that one lie, or one refusal to do what I tell you - and I pick up this phone' I lift the handset for added emphasis, 'and the police will be her (here) for you in less than 5 minutes.' I shift my gaze and stare at DJ.

'Do you want to go to the police station and have some dull dyke WPC give you a full body cavity search?'

The look of revulsion on her face tells me that this would seem to be about her worst nightmare. I switch my gaze to him

'You want to lose your job and, what I have no doubt, is a very nice house?'

He shakes his head and manages to mutter, 'No'. I look back at her and ask.

'Do you still need to go to the toi........to take a piss?'

I can see that they are both thrown by this change of tack, but she nods slowly.

'Then go!' I order, making my voice as authoritative as I can. I see her shift in her chair, as if about to stand up.

'Were do you think you are going?' I shout. 'If you need to piss you do it right here. You seem to like doing it in public so don't feel shy now.'

This is the initial test. Will they refuse at the first fence? I see their shock at my order, and then they look at each other. G's face shows so many different thought and feelings that I can't read it. After a long, shared look I see her shrug, and know I have won the first round. Her shrug seems to say, 'what alternative do we have?' I see G's expression change and now I can recognise it. He is unmistakably excited. DJ turns to look at me and I can see that she is blushing with shame. Standing slightly she hitches up her skirt, stocking tops appearing – then pretty, shaved pussy.

Barry and Gari are edging forward from their stations by the door, trying to peer over my shoulders to get a better look. G makes a movement as if to get off the chair and squat down. I shake my head.

'Sit back in that chair.' I tell her. 'Spread your legs and show us how you piss.'

DJ does as she is told, opening her thighs and closing her eyes. She lets out the softest moan as she starts to gush – I can't tell if it is excitement, embarrassment or relief. A clear stream squirts from between her parted thighs and splashes on the lino floor, tricking away to the drain. G is leaning to closer to watch and the erection in his trousers tells me how much he is enjoying himself.

When the flow diminishes DJ opens her eyes, looking suddenly shy at being the centre of attention.

'Does it make you horny to be watched DJ?' I ask.

She blushes again and says 'Uh-huh'.

'Are you horny now DJ?'

She nods

'Show us how horny you are sexy.' I rasp, my voice now hoarse with anticipation and lust. 'Play with your wet cunt DJ.'

There is barely a moment of hesitation before she leans back in the chair, spreading her legs over the arms of the chair. Barry and Gari have edged further away from the door, standing now just behind me on either side. I don't think these two are going to make a run for it now and I want the guys to enjoy the view. They'll need lots of incentive to argue with the manageress' version of events.

And what a view it is. As DJ's legs part her pussy lips spread like split halves of a ripe fruit. Her pussy is wet with a mixture of pee and her obvious excitement. With her eyes still shut we watch lustfully as her hand slides down between her thighs and she starts gently stroking her clit.

I hear a sort of grunt beside me and look around - to see that Barry already has cock out and is stoking it – alarmingly close to my right shoulder. Becoming aware of my scrutiny he drags his eyes from DJ and glances down at me. He has the good grace to look a little sheepish as he edges further away, before going back to avidly watching the show. As I look back I see that G is leaning over and is whispering in DJ's ear, loud enough for us to hear:

'One of the guards has his cock in his hand and is wanking as he watches.' He tells her.

This revelation obviously excites DJ. We hear a sharp intake of breath from her and see her plunge two fingers into her wet pussy. This is all the encouragement Gari needs and I hear his zip go down and soon an obscenely large, black shaft is being stroked to my left. I am very tempted to join in the wank-fest, but can't help feeling it would diminish my authority with my subordinates. (Can you tell I have done management training course?) So I make do with stroking my throbbing hard cock through my trousers.

G is continuing his running commentary, 'the other guard, the black one, has his cock out now. His cock is huge, and he obviously likes what he sees.'

A sound which is half moan, half sob escapes from DJ's lips and she starts to frig her clit harder. I can see that it has already grown to an amazing size in her state of excitement.

In a moment of inspiration I grab the camera, turn it on and focus on her fingers and cunt before taking a shot. The flash causes DJ to stop playing with herself and open her eyes for a second. There is just a suggestion in her expression that she is about to object.

Perhaps I am the only person who realises how precarious this game is. Perhaps it is because I am the one making up the rules as I go along? I know that it would take just one participant to say, 'NO!' and everyone else would stop playing as well. I have to act quickly if this isn't to happen now.

'Did I say you could stop playing with yourself DJ?' I snap. 'Get on with it!'

Then I relax as I see her eyes close and her fingers return to plundering the squelchy swamp her pussy has become. I turn my attention on G, to see if he has any ideas about getting 'bolshie'. Best to keep him busy.

'Unbutton her blouse G! We all want to see her tits.' I order.

I see him comply; revealing an awesome pair of breasts and hard, crinkled nipples. This has the effect of increasing the stroking activity on either side of me.

G's excitement is very visible and I decide to take pity on him. 'Get your cock out G, let DJ stroke it.'

Once he has done this he has to guide DJ's hand to his shaft, as she keeps her eyes resolutely shut. But once she has his length clasped in her left hand, the other starts to move faster between her wet, swollen pussy lips. Her juices are starting to trickle from her slit and coat the insides of her thighs, soaking into her stocking tops. I take more pics of her shameless, horny display and then pass the vibrator to G.

'Get her to use this.' I tell him and he grabs it off me.

Pressing it into her hand she moans as she thrusts it into wet, needy centre. As DJ starts to fuck herself, I give in to the inevitable and unzip my pants to extract my achingly hard cock. Watching this woman take care of her needs is the horniest thing I have seen in my life. In a couple of strokes the vibrator is buried deep in her pussy and she is moaning, her head rocking from side to side. As she pulls the plastic cock out I can see her excitement smeared up the length. The copious flow of pussy juice is quickly being whipped into a white froth by the fucking action of her vibrator.

Barry and Gari have started to move, as if by drawn by DJ's sexual magnetism, working their way round either side of the desk to get a better look, cocks standing proud from their flies. The gravity generated by DJ's 'black hole of horniness' is pulling them in. It is getting crowded around DJ now and I can see a way to make some room.

'G! Get between DJ's legs and eat that pussy.' I order.

He doesn't need any further encouragement and drops to his knees between his wife's wide stretched knees. Taking the dildo from her hand he buries his face between her thighs and gets to work. I can't see exactly what he is doing, with his back to me, but I can see the effect it has on DJ. After just a few seconds her face contorts and she starts to pant, then moan, as she cums – biting her lip in vain attempt to keep the noise down.

Emboldened by this display Barry grabs one of DJ's hands and wraps it round his throbbing cock. Immediately she starts to stroke it, making drops of pre-cum splash on her wrist. Gari might be slow on the uptake in other circumstances - but not here. Soon her other hand is pumping his fat prick as well – her fingers barely able to stretch round its girth. DJ now has a cock in each hand and a tongue deep in her pussy and she is LOVING IT! Another noisy orgasm overwhelms here.

After she has finished cumming DJ slumps back with her mouth open, panting. This is all the encouragement Gari needs. He disengages DJ's hand and shuffles closer to her, pressing his engorged glans between her lips. The head of his cock looks like a large purple/black plum.

Again, without opening her eyes, without seemingly knowing or caring whose cock it is, she moans and allows him to thrust his length between her lips. Then her eyes blink open for a second as she begins to realise the enormity (literally) of what she has taken on, just exactly how much cock she is going to have to swallow. She stares lustfully up at Gari, towering above her, catches his gave and gives a shudder of obvious excitement – before closing her eyes again.

As if this were a sign to carry on, Gari jabs his hips forward. At the first thrust DJ gags and Gari, seemingly a gentleman, pulls back. On the next thrust she seems better able to cope. Her mouth stretches around his gargantuan black shaft and her cheeks bulge obscenely. A few more thrusts and the uniformed guard soon builds up a nice rhythm, fucking DJ's welcoming throat.

Barry, feeling left out, starts to nudge his long, thin cock against DJ's cheek, smearing traces of his excitement across her skin. Releasing Gari's shaft from her mouth she turns her head and engulfs the new prick offered to her. Instead of thrusting Barry exerts a great degree of control and holds still. I watch in amazement as DJ bobs her head to swallow his entire, not inconsiderable length, in one gulp. I watch his hairy nuts bounce on her chin.

Then she starts to alternate between each cock, paying equal attention to each one as her husband drives her to great heights of passion with his tongue. Her orgasms seem to be continuous now, as are her cries of pleasure – although they are usually muffled by one cock or the other. It looks to my like it is time to pick up the pace.

'G?' I say, and smile when he turns to look over his shoulder, seeing his chin smeared with DJ's juices.

'You like shagging you wife whilst people watch?' I ask him.

I see him nod, his expression showing he is worried where this question is leading.

I grin at him. 'Then why don't you fuck her whilst we watch?' I phrase the question like an order, guessing that he is more likely to object than his wanton wife. I see him hesitate for a second and I place my hand on the receiver of the phone. At that he slowly stands up and starts to unbuckle and unzip his trousers. I stand as well, but zip up my pants, carefully tucking away my achingly hard cock. Then I walk around the desk to get a closer look.

G stands between DJ's legs with his trousers around his thighs. Despite the overwhelmingly horny atmosphere his cock is only half erect.

'Got a bit of stage fright all of sudden do you?' I ask, not unkindly. 'Not surprising really.'

Without thinking about what I am doing I reach out and take G's half hard cock in my hand – the first time I have held any penis apart from my own. For a second I feel it pulsing in my hand and then look up to catch G's gave before I start to gently stroke his shaft. As a stare him in the eye I feel his hardness grow in my hand to a full erection.

Whilst still holding his gaze, but releasing his cock I tell him. 'Fuck your wife, fuck her hard and spunk in her.'

Stepping back I watch him eagerly respond, moving between her splayed legs and directing his cock head between her pussy lips. He jerks his hips forward and plunges balls deep into his wife's cunt. The effect on DJ wouldn't have been much different if she had been plugged into the electricity mains. She starts to tremble and shake, another, even bigger, orgasm begins immediately. She stops sucking Gari's huge cock and starts screaming.

'Oooohh G, that feels sooooo good! I love your gorgeous cock! Fill me up with your cock, pound meeeeeeeee!!!!!'

He is not slow to respond, thrusting into her fiercely until we can all hear the wet slurping of her pussy as he slams his cock into her. I pick up the camera and start to record the sexy scene

In the throes of her orgasm, mouth open, panting, moaning, screaming, DJ seemingly loses the ability to multi-task. She is no longer actively sucking Gari or Barry's cocks. But they don't care. They are just shoving their cocks into her open mouth whilst stroking and gently tweaking her bullet hard nipples as they do.

All this stimulation is encouraging G. I can tell from the increased pace with which he is hammering his wife. He starts to groan and his fucking rhythm goes awry. Then from the expression on his face it is obvious that he is emptying a huge load of spunk deep inside his wife. It seems she must be able to feel his cum sluicing her pussy, because she comes again with a shriek.

This tips Barry over the edge. He grabs his shaft and strokes, once, twice, before grunting an obscenity and jetting all over DJ's tits. Gari gives even less warning. I hear him suck in a deep breath and watch amazed as his huge cock swells to an even greater size. It is like a hose expanding and filling when the tap is turned on. I can almost 'see' the surge of jism travelling the length of his shaft before erupting from the tip. A shower, a flood, of hot cum rains down onto DJ's face

(Unsurprisingly the noise seems to have attracted attention. I can hear fist hammering on the locked door. I know who it is, so I am not interested. Nobody and nothing can distract me from this scene)

G withdraws from DJ, staggering slightly on legs made wobbly by the force of his orgasm. He makes it back to his chair and sits down. This gives me a clear view of the obscenely erotic sight of blobs of his cum leaking from her fresh fucked pussy and running down over her arse. There is only one thing to do when such a delicious cream pie is served up to you – eat it!

I drop to my knees and hungrily go to work with a hearty appetite. I savour the delicious combination of DJ's sweet juice and G's salty jizz. I detour slightly to rasp my tongue over DJ's super-sensitive clit, making her twitch and cum again, squirting more of my favourite dessert into my eager mouth.

After one more orgasm I stand up, licking my lips. My cock has never been harder but I look at G and say, 'Time to return the favour,' before glancing down at my cock.

Taking the hint he reaches out to stroke my straining prick. It feels so good I have to strain not to cum immediately. I need restraint because I there is only one place I want to cum. DJ's cunt is open and available before me like a serve yourself banquet. I just want one last kinky garnish on this feast of the senses.

'G, I think I am going to need a little help here.' I see him look blank. 'I want your help to stick my cock in your wife.' Realising what I want he keeps hold of my cock as I manoeuvre closer to my target. His hand guides my shaft until the head of my cock slips between DJ's red, swollen labia. His hand drops away as I slide deep in to her.

An inarticulate moan is dragged from my lips as I am overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking DJ. Just fucked and full of cum she is still as tight as a teenager. It is like having my cock squeezed in a warm concoction of honey and butter. I look down at DJ, cum coating her tits, her face glazed like a donut with Gari's load. Then I see she is licking her lips, trying to get more cum into my mouth. That final sign of total horniness is all I need to see. I pull back and slam my cock into her wet, welcoming depths, again and again.

It only takes moments before, almost sobbing with passion, I cum. So intense is my orgasm that my vision starts to grey out and I feel like my spinal column is melting and jetting out the end of my cock with my sperm. A part of me realises that I have caught DJ by surprise and cum before she did. But right now, I don't care – I have taken my pleasure.

My cock slowly deflates and slips from DJ's gaping pussy. I watch with stunned amazement as my recently deposited seed slips from her.

Slowly I return to my senses, helped by more hammering on the door. I look at Gari, who seems as dazed as me.

'D'you see these two stealing anything Gari?' I ask.

He shakes his head, starting to smile. 'Not a thing Boss.'

Barry is already grinning when I ask him, 'Barry, did you notice these people behaving lewdly in our changing rooms?'

'I most certainly did not your Honour.' He replies, laughing.

I join in his laughter and add, 'It seems that no crimes have been committed here and G and DJ should be free to go.'

I see the relief on their faces and feel good. I also feel something else. With my balls now empty my brain is now able to get the message through that my bladder is full

My mouth curls in an evil grin as I have an evil thought. 'But we can't let poor DJ walk out covered in all that cum. We should clean her up.'

Taking my cock in my hand I point it at her oozing pussy and relax my muscles. A stream of clear urine spurts on to her pussy in a hard gush. Caught again by surprise DJ gasps as the hot liquid splashes on her clit. Then it is my turn to be surprised when I see that this is enough to make her cum a final time – harder than any before.

I tuck my cock away, zip up and walk towards the door. The banging on it is getting intolerable and there is no need to keep it locked anymore. I unlock it and fling it open to find the manageress, red faced and apparently on the verge of apoplexy. She is so out of breath that she can't start shouting before I do.