Bob knelt at the redhead's feet, slipping a thin black stiletto onto a graceful foot. He held the foot tightly in his sweaty hands, wishing he could just pull her down onto the floor, to slide her leather skirt up her hips so he could bury his thick cock in her steaming cunt. He could tell the slut wanted it, considering the way she was dressed and the looks she'd been giving him since she walked into the store. But fucking the customers was generally a bad idea. Bob settled for what he could easily get, and bent his head between her long legs. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her intoxicating musk. Then, with a final squeeze, he reluctantly released her foot, sitting back on his heels. As he moved back, she leaned forward, so that her auburn mane brushed against his face, and her rounded breasts almost spilled out of the tight white lace tank. Bob could have easily grabbed her hair and dragged her down to sprawl on the floor beside him. She licked her lips and smiled at him, as if she wanted him to ream out her undoubtedly well-used cunt. But he wasn't about to get fired over a girl, no matter how gorgeous she was.
She stood and walked around the floor of the salesroom, and Bob watched the long muscles flex in her calves and thighs, his eyes tracing a path from the tiny heels all the way up stocking-clad legs to the tiny black mini wrapped around her hips. Bob hadn't dared to sneak a peek while he knelt at her feet, but he certainly wondered whether the patterned black lace ended in garters just above the edge of the leather skirt. Bob was sure she was the sort who wouldn't wear panties, and he knew she would look damn good on her back on the floor, with those impossibly long legs spread wide and her naked cunt wet and dripping for him. He stared at her hungrily as she walked the floor, heels clipping sharply against the marble. The redhead was wearing an outfit straight out of a magazine: black skirt, white lace tank over a black bra, black silk scarf framing a heart-shaped face and holding back that mass of hair. Bob wished he could just tear that lace away and squeeze those ripe melons in his large hands. If his wife had any idea what he thought of all day with his face buried between women's legs, she'd be nagging him into another job.
"I hate them." The girl spoke abruptly, imperiously, looking down her pointed nose at him crouched on the floor.
"I-I'm sorry, miss." Bob stuttered. "Can I show you something else?" He wasn't sure what he could show her; she'd tried every black shoe on display. For a moment, Bob wished that everyone else hadn't just gone to lunch, leaving him in sole charge of the store. He would have loved to pass her on to someone else, since it looked like he was never going to make a commission on this one. Then he could just relax and watch her move, fantasizing about how he'd like to lick his way beneath that leather skirt and into the patch of cherry-red hair that waited underneath.
"I hate all of them. Don't you have anything else in back?" Her tone had shifted slightly, almost pleading. Bob couldn't resist that seductive voice. He knew he shouldn't leave the front unattended, but it would only take a minute...
"Well, I could certainly check for you." Bob straightened. "If you'll just wait here a moment..." He turned and headed towards the back, pushing aside a thin hanging drape that led to the storeroom. Bob made his way down the long marble-tiled floor to the far rear of the store. Here were the items that they couldn't sell, the shoes that had turned out to be too sophisticated, too sexy, too scary for Indiana. His shoes tapped down the hall, and he was reaching for a box on a high shelf when he felt a hand suddenly wrapped around his crotch.
"Miss!" You're not supposed to be back here..."
She continued to rub his crotch, pressing her firm breasts and lean body into his back, trapping him against the precarious piles of boxes. "I want you. It's been hours since I've gotten laid, and if I don't get to fuck someone soon I'm going to explode. I need that huge hard cock of yours! My pussy is dripping for you, salesman."
Bob shook his head, certain that this could not be happening to him, hardly daring to believe it was. He made one last plea..."Please, I'm a married man."
"You think I care?" With that, she pulled him away from the boxes and turned him so that he was facing her. In one smooth motion, she slid to her knees and undid his pants. "Ummm...nice! Even bigger than I thought!" she said. Before he could frame a response, she had slipped his pants and boxers below his hips and had his solid cock in her hungry mouth. She did crazy things to him, mouthing him hard one moment, caressing his length with her tongue the next. She nibbled on the tip, her head grinding against his stomach and her hair a auburn waterfall against his hips. She cupped his balls in two warm hands, tickling the bottoms with sharp red nails, then she slipped them into her mouth, one at a time, then impossibly both at once, her hands pumping up and down on his rigid cock. Then she dug those long nails into his ass, pulling him even deeper into her ravenous mouth. She moaned encouragement, and almost before he could breathe Bob felt the first explosion churning up from deep inside him and he was spurting cum into the tight throat that was suddenly surrounding his cock.
"Mmmm...good. You taste pretty good, salesman."
She leaned back then, still on her knees, and lifted her hands to the zipper that ran down the front of her white lace top. In one smooth motion, the redhead unzipped the top and let it fall off her. She was wearing a thin lacy black bra underneath it, and she began to caress her full breasts through the lace, rubbing thick nipples against the rough fabric. She leaned her head down and pushed up a soft breast so that she could just barely reach the nipple with her lips. But she couldn't really suck on it, and much as he appreciated the show, Bob couldn't take it anymore. He fell to his knees as well and before she could speak his devouring mouth was on her breast, his teeth biting the rock-hard nipple through the fabric. Then her hands reached up between her breasts and unclipped the bra. Bob lifted his mouth long enough to let the bra fall, and then his lips were pressed to her naked sweaty flesh.
"Undress." She whispered the word throatily, and Bob stripped off his clothes faster than he ever had before. Then he was on her, his fingers digging into her pale skin, his weight carrying them both to the cold marble floor. He ran his thumbs up her inner thighs, pushing up the leather skirt. Bob dug his fingers into her tight bare ass, suddenly realizing that she wore nothing under the skirt but thin garter straps. The girl raked her red nails down the muscles of his naked back, whispering "Oh, Bob! I had no idea!" His mouth covered hers so she could no longer speak, his tongue ravaging her hot willing mouth. Bob's once again rock-hard cock was pressed between her soft thighs, demanding entry. He couldn't wait any longer, and with an animal groan he drove his huge cock into her dripping cunt. He buried himself deep inside her on the first thrust, then quickly pulled back, and rammed himself into her once again.
His mouth was still locked on hers, one hand trapping her wrists above her head, the other ravaging her swollen breasts. Bob slammed in and out, bouncing her body against the cold marble. She moaned underneath him, begging, pleading for more. He lifted his mouth off hers and her moans immediately grew louder, turning into shrieks of pleasure. He silenced her with a swift hand, and her teeth dug into his palm. Bob thrust harder into her sweet body, feeling her beginning to quiver underneath him as her orgasm approached. They went faster, and faster, and the girl beneath him rocked to a shuddering explosion, her muffled screams escaping around his hand. With that, Bob felt his own orgasm upon him in a white-hot fury, his cum exploding from him in great spurts that filled her still-throbbing cunt.
They lay exhausted on the stockroom floor, Bob's cum dripping from her pussy to puddle beneath them. When Bob opened his eyes, he groaned at the sight that greeted him. In their impassioned flailings, they had knocked over several stacks of shoe boxes. Their sweaty bodies lay entangled under a pile of leather boots. The scent of sex and leather filled the tight passageway, making it difficult to breathe. The girl grinned, and grabbed a pair of thigh-high black boots. "How much for these?" she asked him. Bob replied automatically, "$269.95." The girl smiled up at him, her mass of red hair spread beneath them, her bruised breasts pressed against his chest. "Fuck me harder, and I'll take 'em."