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Customer Serviced: Part 2 "What... do you....urrrghhh.... mean?" Karen garbled as she rubbed her roughly fucked throat with her right hand. She spit out several pubic hairs that had become trapped in her mouth, remnants from Cory and Danny's eager attempt at collecting payment, as she looked up at Len for a shred of mercy. "It’s a nice start," he said matter of factly. He was now sorely tempted to tell his former high school classmate who he really was, but the look of submission on her face and witnessing how she had dropped to her knees cautiously but willingly gave Len the feeling that Karen Willmot had fully accepted his terms of payment. He had waited almost 30 years for this moment; he could wait a few more. Len had instructed Danny after he had left his seed in the married lady's throat, to invite some of their more preferred customers to the backroom for a special perk. As Len Rutledge watched his youngest son, Danny, buckle his jeans back up and take one last look down at the lady that was twice his age covered in his own spunk on her knees in front of him, father told son with a sly grin to "Go back up front and help your brother pick some real winners!" In her hazy mind, Karen tried imagining where in the Hell she was going to get the fortitude and strength to do this... 16 more times. Then a worse thought hit Karen right in the gut," And to do it with God knows what," the voice in her head cried. She didn’t have much time to try and work out a plan, #3 was briskly lumbering around the corner. Karen looked up to see a wide boyish grin across the face of a very large interstate trucker dressed in old jeans and a flannel shirt, unbuttoned, allowing is girth to spill freely out. The trucker had stopped in to fill up with diesel and get some 3 hour old coffee, when the pimply faced kid at the register told him if he wanted a blowjob from a rich cock hungry bitch, all he had to do was pay for his stuff and go to the backroom where she was waiting. He hadn't believed the kid one bit, but even the chance that he could get a blowjob from someone else besides the truck stop sleaze he was used to getting one from was worth the short walk back to the office. When he turned the corner and saw Karen on her knees and the owner of the store off to the side as if he was choreographing the entire scene, he couldn't remember being as giddy since he was a small child on Christmas morning. Karen wretched as she watch the obese man unzip his pants and crudely allow his belly to fall free in front of her sickened face. Through the heap of flesh, he pulled his 5 1/2 inch cock up to Karen's face and proceeded to take the Rutledge's up on their offer. As nasty as it was for Karen, she took some small solace in the fact that, like her husband, the trucker also had a hair trigger when it came to her tongue meeting their cock flesh. The trucker thankfully blew his load quickly and messily on the floor in front of the two, allowing Karen some measure of solace. In a half happy boy and half perverted old man voice and, the trucker looked down at Karen and then over at Len and said, "I'll be cumming back here more often, hehehe." Len rolled his eyes, hoping the fat interstate rigger wasn't serious. "Got to keep it movin", he told the trucker, shewing him out the door of the office. #4, 5, 6, 7 were four frat guys who had stopped in the store to buy some beer for a party at their house. They each lined up one by one of happily took their turn sticking their cocks drunkenly over Karen's pearly whites, each getting their first orgasms of the night all over the hapless, degraded woman. As they four guys took their turns, things were beginning to get hazy for Karen, as one guy and one cock started looking like another. She would think however, much later on during her long painful drive home, that those four boys, nearly the same age as her and Charlie's oldest son, that she might have willing done that act anyway under the right circumstances. She hated to admit it but she felt tingles in some rather private places inside her body as she looked up at their youthful faces and hard cocks, despite the situation she was in. She desperately wished all the men that were to be her method of payment for her gasoline had been as....easy to do as those 4 young boys. #8 was a perfect example of that. Cory had gone outside into the cold Illinois night and found one of the local drunks to use in their little parade. When he stumbled back to the office, a smelly haze of ripple and filth surrounding him like a cloud, Karen wanted to throw up right there. Karen once again caught a break however. With her eyes sealed shut to guard against having to see the wino approach, she suddenly heard Len's voice from beside her. "Get the Hell out of here!" Len bristled. Karen opened her eyes instinctively out of morbid curiosity to see the drunken old man's wiener sticking limply out of his pants as he spilled what was left of his booze clumsily across Len Rutledge's clean backroom floor. "I'll do you a favor," he told Karen as he shoved the drunk back out into the main part of the store. "We'll count that one to you, no one deserves that!" After Danny Rutledge had gotten his rocks off and was sent back up to the front, he quickly called his friend Brett, who had turned 18 a few days earlier. What better present, Danny thought, than to give his longtime friend what was waiting on her knees in his dad's office. Brett had hurried jumped in his Mustang and got to the store just in time to see a drunk homeless man trying to put his limp dick back into his dirty pants as he walked out the store cursing. "What's that all about?" Brett asked Danny and Cory who were standing with shit eating grins on both their faces. "Follow me to the backroom and you'll see," Danny told his best friend, leading him back to Karen Willmot on her knees in the office. Brett would prove to be Karen's half way point. Brett hadn't taken long either to empty his load. What was different with him however was that he had apparently been saving up his seed for a number of days, and when his teenage ejaculate began spewing forth across Karen's tongue, tonsils, lips, nose, cheeks, chin and all over her heaving breast implants, he stood above her like a man that had gone 10 rounds in the ring, depleted of strength, unbelieving that he had unleashed such a torrent down onto the helpless woman whom he had pictured as the mother of his exgirlfriend who had continually flirted with him when he was dating her daughter. He had always wanted to try and get a piece of an older woman, and now he had. Karen tried breathing, only succeeding however in blowing messy cum bubbles all across her face in the process. She felt like someone had poured warm oatmeal all over her and she revulsed knowing only half the ordeal was over. Deflated, Brett left the backroom thoroughly satisfied thanking Cory and Danny for the best birthday gift he had ever gotten. # 10 and 11 were where things began getting interesting for Karen, where her previous limits really were put to the test. Karen S. Willmot was a lot of things; an active member of the PTA, the Rotary Club and the Illinois Chapter of the Businesswomen’s Association. A practicing member of the Rainbow Coalition she was not. She had not been raised in a particularly racist household, but spending the better part of the last 30 years under the influence of Charles Willmot, and his daily diatribe of racial, ethnic and religious bigotry, Karen somewhere along the way had fallen in line with her husband's social agenda. There really wasn't any choice for her if she wanted to live under the same roof with him. That's why when two teenage black boys walked around the corner and into the back office, dressed in the hiphop uniform of the day, Karen Willmot's entire body went cold. The two young men sauntered up to Karen, looking a little shocked from what they were seeing. They looked up at Len and one guy asked, "Is she was his wife?" Len looked at the two local black youths and laughed, "No, she's not, but if you do this one right, who knows, maybe we can work out something with her too." The two kids, Marcus and Tyree were both dressed in new baggy jeans, t-shirts with a heavy coat and both had on oversized leather work boots, that caused the floor to shake as they approached. Karen looked up at the two and saw that both young men had their hats on backwards also , just the way her youngest son tried to wear his until her and her husband would scold him and tell him that he looks just like a nigger when he did it! "No... no...... no..." Karen whispered as both Marcus and Tyree continued to move in. The 47-year-old married businesswoman had no place to go however. Karen looked pleadingly up with a mix of fear and contempt into the young men’s dark eyes. What reflected was a pair of faces full of amusement and purpose. With shame, Karen lowered her stare from their s only to get a jolt when her vision fell down across the unmistakable growing bulges in both the kids' baggy trousers. "Look Dog, Dude up front was right, she really is covered with cum ain't she, she must love the stuff," Marcus grinned at his friend and at Len, wondering in the back of his mind if the owner was serious about hooking them up with his old lady. "We got some more for her Marcus," Tyree replied, grabbing is growing cock through his jeans lewdly and caressing it. "Yeah, little bit! That bitch back out in the car is still swimming in it, but I'm sure we can find a little more for this thing here, "Marcus said confidently. In unison, both Marcus and Tyree, began to unbuckle their belts and pull their straining spears free. In a last desperate attempt to get free, Karen tried raising up at the same moment Marcus and Tyree pulled their virile cocks free from their denim constraints and dropped them down across Karen's pale, cum covered face with a heavy thud. The impact of Karen raising up at the same time the cocks fell free gave the illusion that she had raised up to meet them greedily, wanting to taste them. A sight that was not lost on anyone in the small room. Never before had Karen Willmot seen a black man naked, and as she looked up at the two eager kids with their meaty poles covering her face crudely, overlapping in an X shape, Karen's mind quickly tried detaching from the scene. The sensory overload however prevented her from doing so. As she desperately tried to breath with the two large cocks covering her frozen face, she could clearly smell the unmistakable pungency flood her senses, signaling to Karen what the young men had just been doing. The smell of freshly fucked pussy coating the two cocks overwhelmed Karen as she tried breathing. In a final attempt to maintain some form of sanity, Karen tried picturing her husband's face to sooth her, knowing when she got home she would be safe. After all the fear of her breaking down in an area where they were so many people such as the ones Karen had encountered that night was the main reason he had often begged to accompany her on these trips west on business. She had steadfastly refused and now in her pity, she was wishing he was there to protect her. As she tried summoning his soothing image however, all that filled her scope of vision was an enormous amount of dark cock flesh resting hotly across her face. Marcus and Tyree each raised one of their rough dark hands into the blonde woman's hairline and brushed their fingers through her long soft angelic hair. Karen recoiled slightly from their abrasive touch, but neither guy relented. Both dug their fingertips into her scalp wantonly, holding her head steadily in place for their imminent facial assault. With their free hands, Tyree and Marcus each grabbed their phallus by their bases, pulled back and each aimed their manhood’s right at Karen's smeared lips. Moments earlier with the frat guys, each had lined up willing to wait their turn with her mouth, but as Karen opened her eyes slightly to look up painfully at the black kids getting ready to penetrate her mouth, she realized they had slightly different plans for her. Marcus and Tyree were standing side by side, with their baggy trousers down around their knees and their nearly footlong schlongs aiming right at her like erect ebony missiles. With their hands holding her firmly, both guys leaned forward and each pressed his round walnut sized cock head against Karen's messy face. Karen then realized that both men intended to get their black dicks sucked..... at the same time. In her limited sexual experience, Karen had never came across a man she couldn't easily take into her mouth and deep throat, but as she looked up at the reality of the myth that she had heard all her life, she realized that one of those dicks would be a chore to handle.. Two was… well was something she didn't even want to think about. Again, Karen's attempts to detach herself from the scene she was centered in were interrupted by the insatiable desires of the men standing above her. With their powerful his flexed, both Tyree and Marcus used their cock heads like crowbars to open Karen's mouth, forcing her to accept their dark dicks into her overstuffed and parched mouth. Karen's cheeks bulged out obscenely as the two kids looked down thrilled to see the outline of each of their helmet like cock heads readily apparent inside the 47 year old blonde's stretched mouth. With her mouth gaping to ungodly proportions, Karen desperately tried breathing through her nose, causing the room to fill with the sounds of her trying to crudely compensate for having her mouth otherwise detained. Tyree and Marcus smiled wickedly to one another as they slid all they could fit into the mouth of the white lady at their feet, dressed only in a cum soaked bra, drenched panties and black stockings. Len off to the side stood amazed at the sight unfold before him. What had started out as a cruel way to get back at a perceived wrongdoing that had been a lifetime ago really was beginning to get turned on by what he was witnessing. As he watched Karen frantically try to handle the duel blowjob, Len found himself rubbing his own cock though his slacks as the kids went about what they most enjoyed doing most. Len briefly pictured just what his own wife would look like under those same conditions and that thought only made him harder. For support, Karen instinctively reached around both young men towering over her and took hold of one of their strong legs on each side of her to keep from falling over. Karen's trembling dainty white hands clutched the rough fabric of their jeans intensely, trying to keep from making more of a fool of herself by crashing down against them. Her taste buds couldn't avoid soaking up the juicy leftovers covering the men's dicks as well, compliments of the girl waiting impatiently out in Marcus’s car for her two lovers to return from what she thought they were doing... buying some blunts and using the bathroom. Karen sickened as the trail of feminine arousal of some nameless, faceless woman washed down her gullet, at the same time she caught herself actively swirling her tongue as best as she could against the two cocks invading her mouth, trying desperately to get them off as quickly as possible. Both men could only fit in about half of their gifted manhoods into Karen's gorged mouth and when they felt her warm saliva and pink tongue begin to work fiendishly against their jocks, both men decided it was time to let go on the 47 year old married, mother of two. When she felt both cocks stuffing her mouth begin to twitch uncontrollably and the fingertips digging into her hair become more rigid, she knew what was coming. Anticipating a scene similar to the one that had unfolded with the kid celebrating his 18th birthday moments earlier, Karen held her breath in fear that twice as much cum would be unleashed down upon her. Like a captured soldier waiting for his captor to squeeze the trigger, Karen waited... but the shot from the two guys turned out to be a small trickle rather than a roaring endless flood. Tyree's and Marcus’s knees buckled as they orgasmed with their raging spears buried to the hilt inside Karen Wilmot's mouth, but as both slowly pulled free allowing Karen to suck in several long, hoarse deep breaths, only a small amount of mixed ejaculate flowed free with it. As the two boys stood there, their massive staffs slowly waning, Len looked up and disappointingly asked, "Is that all you guy's got?" "Not exactly,” Marcus offered. "We kinda got busy about a half an hour before we came to the store. We were dropping of the girl we picked up at a club when we both needed to...." "Is she still out there?" Len interrupted. Karen bent down and put her face to the floor trying to fill her lungs with oxygen as the 3 men shared a moment of recognition together. Karen had no clue what they planned to do next. Thanks for reading!!