Page 57 of The Fed Sex Man

I had no idea if it was a rule or not. I’d never heard it, but then again, I possessed nothing more than a thimble full of sexual wherewithal.

I scrunched my nose. “Really?”

He nodded. “It’s common knowledge. If you make it hard, you’ve got to get me off.”

I considered complying with his wish and wondered if there was a place where we could pull it off. A small storage room or the mop closet were the only two viable options that came to mind.

My dripping wet pussy believed that getting fucked in either location would be the epitome of hotness. I glanced at his crotch. His rock-hard dick was parallel with the floor, holding the material of his navy-colored shorts outstretched like a sideways tent.

I scanned the length of his muscular frame. A light scruff of whiskers peppered his strong jaw. His hair appeared that he’d combed it with a brush of his hand. His eyes gleamed with sincerity.

The corners of his mouth, however, were curled up slightly and struggling not to spring upward any further.

“You’re full of shit,” I insisted. “There’s no rule.”

He popped his neck and then grinned. “Maybe there isn’t.”

It didn’t matter. I wanted him to fuck me. It could last three minutes, or thirty, I didn’t care. Opportunities like this weren’t presented to girls like me with any regularity.

“Rule or no rule, I’ll do it.”

His eyes lit up. “Where?”

The storage room was at the rear of the store, behind the last bookcase and off to the side. Although the entrance was visible to anyone who might meander past, the room itself – as long as the door was closed – was hidden.

“Storage room.” I turned toward the back of the store and glanced over my shoulder, at Jenny. “We’ll be back in a few minutes!”

Still dancing to a song that only she could hear, she didn’t even bother turning around. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Giddy about mid-day sex – even if it was going to take place in an eight-foot square room – I led Tyson to the back of the store. Upon opening the door, my heart sank.

The small space was filled from floor to ceiling with donated books, swag, and other miscellaneous items, leaving very little room to do anything but stand face to face between the stacks of boxes.

“It’s a little more…it’s…there’s not much room,” I stammered.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, peered inside, and then sighed. At the instant I expected him to declare screwing in the overstuffed room wasn’t a possibility, he turned me to face him.

His hungry eyes scanned me from my head to my feet and then back. Upon meeting my gaze, he grinned.

I glanced at Jenny and then at him. “What?”

“You make my cock hard.”

“I’m glad I can—”

He kissed me deeply, sucking the remaining words from my lungs before I could speak them. Caught completely off guard by the kiss, I stumbled backward until I came crashing to a stop against the corridor wall.

I no more than realized his hand was sliding up my thigh, and he’d already slid his finger beneath my panties and penetrated me. My heart palpitated. He fingered me into a frenzy, then began to rub my clit feverishly.

My legs wobbled. The kiss continued, as did the teasing of my clit. After swirling his finger around my swollen nub long enough to produce a few micro-orgasms, he tugged against my panties. Although I probably should have, I offered no opposition whatsoever.

His body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall. One of his hands tweaked my right nipple. The other lifted the hem of my dress.

Receiving no objection on my part, he grabbed my ass and hoisted me from my feet. His stiff dick pressed against my wetness. I wanted to feel him inside if me.

Every inch of him.

I ground my pussy against his swollen shaft. Desire ran through me so deeply I shook. I sank my teeth into his lower lip. The sound of a horn honking brought me to my senses.