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Candyshop

I was cataloging the new shipment of records in their bins literally cursing my way through the process. I didn't want to catalog stupid artists on the radio. To me vinyl was reserved to idols, to music that made you feel something other than a god damn headache. Stocking another Justin Bieber I heard the front bell ring. "I'll be right with you." I called out extremely fake polite and continued to toss the last bits of the sad excuse of music for the hipsters in a bin. I just wanted someone to come in here and pick up a smiths or iron maiden vinyl for once. Arms wrapped around my waist making me jump and drop a little scared/ annoyed sound out of my mouth. I don't like to be touched I thought. "What if I don't want to wait?" My boyfriend whispered against the back of my neck no doubt up on his tiptoes allowing his cold lip ring to glide over my skin with ever word. Taking a quick look around the store I turned my body around to meet my smirking boyfriends glance as we leaned against the bins acting as though we hadn't seen each other days when in reality he had climbed out of my window this morning after we spent the night disobeying the bible with a cross over my bed. What my mom didn't know wouldn't hurt her. That old saying becoming more and more true the linger I dated Frank. Our lips connected together slow at first making me taste his lunch on his breath half heartedly covered with some dime store gun and nicotine. The radio was buzzing in the background playing the hits of 2006. It wasn't the most pleasant music mix but it was enjoyed by the customers and easy to ignore. And while I was being utterly honest I had to be honest some of the songs kinda made me want to fuck to them. The fact something that even disgusted me, but still intrigued me. "I'll take you the candy shop I'll let you lick a lollipop." Frank sang along grinding his crotch into mine in time with the song as if reading my mind. Bracing myself back against the counter absorbing the feeling his smirk continued. "You.. Can.. We can't in here." I stuttered out as a warning secretly hoping he would go ahead anyway but still fearing my job and thanking god there was no cameras in the place. "I'll melt in your mouth boy, not in your hands." He whispered along into my ear ignoring me and continuing to suggestively dance in the middle of my work place. The things this boy could do to me were almost unpleasant until I remembered how much I loved him. "Baby, come on you know you can't get enough of me." He smirked wrapping his fingers in mine and pulling me toward the store room.

This was a welcome escape that still had the chance of getting me fired from my job. The job that keot me out of the house most afternoons and away from my mother. I mean I would rather working in a comic shop but mom had worried about the middle aged dungeons and dragons players. As ridiculous as it was, I think this quiet record store was better. It gave me a chance to do this. Frank's rough hands brought me back to reality as he turned me over the old highly questionable couch. "Now has my boy been a good boy?" he asked teasing me as his hand ran over my behind. Even through the fabric of my black jeans his touch sent sparks all over my body. I nodded wanting to feel the masochistic pleasure of his hand slapping down onto my behind. Obliging me quickly quenching his own slight sadist thirst. We were such a good mix. Like a perfect martini, a dirt martini made with extra olives. This thought made me chuckle midspank. Noticing my offense my body tensed up, shit shit shit. "Something funny, sugar?" he asked leaning his face into the crook of my neck and biting down hard enough to maybe create a mark. I didn't much care, I was pretty sure id be able to cover it with some stage makeup or even a scarf. My questionable fashion choices had become ignored by my family for years. "Sugar?" he asked again his finger bending to pinch my butt cheek. I was digging my self quite the hole. "I.. I was just having a weird metophorical thought that made me.. laugh." I stuttered and hiccuped out. One, Two Step by Ciara was playing now making the list of songs i'd totally like to fuck to. It wasn't the words, it was the beat that just seemed to need hips hitting to it. His grin turned into a highly amused one and he gave me the look. A look I knew all too well. It was the "get on your knees and practice your swallowing skills, my little cum slut." look. A look that I secretly ravaged in getting. Getting to my knees in front of him I realized his pants had already been unbuttoned for me and even though pulling the skinny legs down would be a challenge I was that much closer to filling my mouth up with him which made my inner slut do backflips.

Finally freeing his hard erection I teased my tongue over the tip feeling how hard he already was. "I wasn't giving you the look to be teased." Frank warned wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling just enough to make a moan escape my lips. Opening my mouth to accomadate his length he hit the back of my throat quickly. Quickly I thanked the god that I dont beleive in for the lack of gag reflex I had took all of him quickly down my throat making my own cock stiffen further. I loved having my mouth and throat full of him. His hands tightened their grip further into my ratty hair making my scalp scream in a pleasurable response. I literally had the most masochistic pleasure complex and that was purely okay to me. His hips drove into my mouth his cock sliding down my throat at a punishing rate. My eyes began to well up and my hands wrapped around his thighs. "I'm..almost...there. He moaned his hips becoming sloppy. Letting my tongue slide up his shaft as he thrusted against me I felt his cum drip down my throat. His cock withdrew from my mouth leaving a small drop of cum on my lips that he leaned down and kissed off. "You're such a good boy." He smiled at me guiding my shaky legs to a standing position. Biting down on my lip I looked at him feeling my own need attempting to burst out of my jeans. "I'll have to take care of that later, however right now you have a job to get back to and I have a record to buy." He smirked guiding me back out into the empty store. Proceeding to act as though everything was normal he obliged my earlier request and bought an iron maiden record. "We can fuck to this later." He teased kissing my cheeks before ducking out of the store and leaving me hot bothered and blushing.