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CUSTOMER SERVICED (PART 3) As her knees ground into the tile beneath, Karen Willmot's nylons had began to tear as she tried balancing herself through the previous 11 acts of fallacio. While she tried gasping for air, at the same time clearing her throat of the ejaculate from the guys she had already serviced, Karen opened her eyes slightly to see from floor level, the sight of two pair of Nike tennis shoes exiting the office. As the two black kids that had just fucked her mouth simultaneously took their leave, Karen rotated her head to the other side of the office, over to where Len Rutledge still looked patiently on as his grand scheme of revenge continued to take shape. Looking up at him with contempt, Karen could only shudder to think of what else he had in store for her. "Tired of dick, little lady?" Len mockingly asked. "Well if you wait a few seconds maybe we can get you a little change of pace." The whole night had been an utterly degrading change of pace for the married mother of two. As she tried to still project an air of dignity and strength outwardly, the acts she had been encouraged to perform had left Karen a broken shell of what she had been when she walked into the store less than an hour earlier. "What do you ...mean... change of pace?" Karen begged weakly. "Ohhh… you'll see Karen… you'll see," Len answered routinely. It didn't take long for Karen to be introduced to #12. As her ears began picking up the all too familiar sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway towards the office where she had been kept for the previous half an hour, Karen's heart and stomach rolled as she felt the floor vibrate underneath her signaling that the men that would be next in line were getting close to the door of the office. To Karen, it sounded as if there were two and perhaps maybe three sets of footsteps making their way back. When the familiar image of the two black boys that had just left reappeared, Karen sickenly began to put together the young men’s agenda. Marcus and Tyree stood ominously in the doorway and behind them Karen could see the frame of a third, smaller person. A young girl, no older than 20 stood nervously behind the two black boys that made her petite frame look miniscule. She was barely over 5 feet tall and she was so pale she almost looked Scandinavian, but not quite. Karen tried to make out the girl's face between Marcus and Tyree's powerful shoulders but couldn't until both young men parted slightly allowing the drunken young lady named Janet to inch her way like a skittish cat from between the two guys, out into the open for Karen and Len to see. As she got her first look at the girl, even in the shadowy mire of her own violation, Karen could see the blankness and fear on the young girl's face and still found empathy, even in her present situation for the teenage girl standing above her. Janet had rather plain features and blondish hair that was almost white. Her hair had been rustled as if it had been put through a wind tunnel. She was wearing a paisley printed skirt that was pulled, bunched and stretched in several prominent places. It was obvious to Len and to Karen that Marcus and Tyree had been quite rough with her, but by the look in her far away eyes, both seemed to sense that was the only way Janet felt appreciated. Karen could see Janet had no noticeable panty line from her close view from the floor and as her gaze worked it's way up, Karen could also see the makings of several immanent hickeys across Janet's pale chest and creamy neck. "Is this her?" Len asked, recognizing the girl as one of the sluts that ran the strip near his store. "Sure is..." Marcus answered.." And she's freshly fucked, ain't she Tyree?" "Yep...if the deal was that this slut on the floor has to swallow our loads, then this is where you'll find them," Tyree replied, dropping his hand directly into Janet's crotch and squeezing her still sensitive pussy through the material of her dress. Still soaking in her drunken and high stupor, Janet's knees buckled slightly when Tyree grabbed her cunt through the fabric of her garment and fell against him as he presented her to Len Rutlegde. The young girl looked through her alcohol etched eyes, down at Karen on her knees in front of her trying to fathom how a lady twice her age was kneeling on the floor in soaked bra and panties with the rest of her clothes in a circular heap around her body. Tyree then whispered down into Janet's ear," Why don't you let that cumslut on the floor right there, save you the trouble of cleaning our loads out of your cunt Janet?" As Janet eased closer to Karen on the floor, she could see a series of cumstains starting from the hapless married woman's face, over her chin, onto her extremely endowed breasts, all the way down her white legs and pooling around her knees that supported her weight. "God damn..." Janet said quietly as she surveyed what had happened to Karen. Janet then shot a nervous glance over to Len who was rubbing his crotch through his khakis as he soaked in the entire perverted scene. "Is this your wife?" Janet asked Len weakly. He ignored Janet's inquisitive question as he motioned Marcus and Tyree to get her in place. Waiting for a response from Len, Janet suddenly felt her wrinkled skirt began to be lifted again up to her waist as Marcus and Tyree quickly lifted her into midair in their chiseled youthful arms. Janet could feel a cool rush of air bristle against her bare ass and pussy when the guys pushed her skirt all the way up her waist, leaving her entire pubic area clear for Karen and Len to see. Through disbelieving eyes, Karen looked up at the young girl hanging precariously above her. As Marcus and Tyree carried Janet closer and closer to Karen kneeling on the floor, Janet's face became obstructed from Karen's view. The image of the young girl's blank and numb face was replaced by the sight of the young girl's freshly fucked and saturated pussy. The dense wisps of Janet's light pubic fleece was matted with several strands of white fluid that also coagulated around the exposed reddish lips of Janet's vaginal opening. Looking at the havoc that had been wrought on the young girl's sex, Karen began to realize just why both Marcus and Tyree barely shot any cum into her mouth when they both orgasmed minutes earlier. She was now starring directly at where their built up loads had been deposited. As the young girl teetered helplessly in the two studs arms like she was on a swing, they commanded Karen to begin her job of cleaning the teenager's sloppy pussy out. "Clean her out!" Len said sternly, mingled with a hint of the own lust he was feeling. "Yeah," both Marcus and Tyree added as they held Janet over Karen's weathered face. The last half an hour had sorely put Karen Willmot's perspective of life through the ringer, and as she tried her best to delay the inevitable, she couldn't help but soak in the ripe pungent smell of sex that wafted down right across her face roam Janet's puckered pussy, chilling her to the core. As if by surrendering to the initial act earlier in the evening had opened up the flood gates, Karen had the sinking feeling her body was now on autopilot, determined to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible. So, when her tongue left the safety of its own mouth and began reaching up for the cumsoaked cunt suspended above it, Karen's mind tried rationalizing away the possibly that the tongue belonged to her. When the bittersweet taste of Janet's pussy cascaded across her taste buds however, Karen was left without any doubt that it was in fact her own tongue that had willingly reached out and attached itself to the pussy of a girl she had never met before and probably wouldn't again. Marcus and Tyree's cocks both began once again to rise to life inside their loose fitting jeans, forming noticeable tents on each side of Janet, suspended in their arms. Looking each other in the eye, both Marcus and Tyree in sync, began dropping Janet lower so that her crotch was now flushly on top of Karen Willmot's hesitant but working mouth. The little girl in the black kids' arms felt an amazing sense of weightlessness as she hung there getting her pussy eaten by some lady she didn't even know. Janet could feel her bare ass rest against Karen's chin as the married woman dwelled deeper and deeper into the initial folds Janet's loose and juicy cunt. Karen fought off the sickening feelings rushing through her as she dug her tongue deeper and deeper into the young woman's pungent nectar. The slurping sounds of Karen's mouth in Janet's snatch filled the small room as the three men looked on with dumbfounded amazement watching one woman lick the cum right out of another woman's savagely fucked pussy. The younger woman simply could not control herself. It was why she had given herself to the two studs in the first place. She enjoyed sex almost to the point of addiction and once it was initiated, it was a weakness she couldn’t bring herself to stop until the men she was with had totally finished with her. Being held like a rag doll in the powerful arms of two of her fuck buddies, brazenly allowing another woman to clean out their cum from her cunt, Janet couldn't deny the rumblings inside her own searing pussy as Karen wetly went about her duty. Being held firmly in Marcus and Tyree's arms combined with the perverse realization that a man old enough to be her father was masturbating beside her through his pants while another woman was nibbling and slurping at her pussy was simply too much for Janet to take and like a piston was firing inside of her, she began quaking frantically in the two black studs dark muscle bound arms over top of Karen's now slimy face. Shaking violently in Marcus and Tyree's arms like an exposed wire had been placed directly on her spine, Janet's pussy added her own feminine juices to the combined mix of cum already present in her vaginal sheath for Karen to swallow down her throat. Out of the corner of her tired eyes, Karen could see Len Rutledge approaching, this time with his erect cock jutting out of his fly, aiming directly at her. Len was obviously trying to get his cock over Karen's face before he blew his own load but was one step too late. Before he could get to Karen, the first creamy riverlette from Len's dick erupted and was thrown through the air, landing in a milky stream across Janet's soft tender inner thigh. Still, Len pressed forward in time to get the second, third and fourth stream of ejaculate across Karen's already soaked face, dropping his seed on her brow and across her smeared lipstick covered lips. In an attempt to balance herself between the rushing orgasm of both a man and a woman above her, Karen leaned forward to steady herself, rubbing both of her stocking clad knees and her hands into the pool of cum that had gathered directly in front of her. Marcus and Tyree sat Janet back down on the floor between them, holding the girl steadily by the arms until her trembling knees were able to fully support her lithe frame as her orgasmic spasms continued to assault her like uncontrollable aftershocks. Karen helplessly leaned back against the cinderblock wall behind to her to once again catch her breath and ponder what else might be in store for her. As Len Rutledge tried stuffing his messy, waning cock back into his trousers, he shot a thankful glance up towards the two boys and the whore they had brought with them. He then looked at his watch and as his lustful crazed idea of revenge was now more than a little dulled from the power of his own orgasm, he realized he better let Karen go before her husband would really start to get worried about where she might be. When Len walked by Karen zipping up his fly, he mumbled down to her to hurry up and get her clothes back on and that her debt was paid, Karen couldn't quite believe what Len had said. It must be some cruel joke she thought. But as Len left the office to return to the main part of the store, leaving Karen alone in her partial nakedness, she slowly and painfully tried gathering her clothes and getting them back on in some semblance of the right order before Len came back to change is mind. Karen could hear her knees creak as she lifted herself up and put on her blouse and skirt. Fumbling for her high heels and slipping them on, Karen treaded out of the office like she was walking on ice, taking special care to look around each corner as she made her way out of her own personal Hell. As she made her way back up to the front, the Rutledges acted like she was barely there. There were other customers in the store shopping who payed her no attention either. Looking out the wide window panes of the store, Karen saw Len Rutledge's youngest son with a slim jim looking door unlocking device walking away from Karen's car door that was now opened. Fumbling for her keys in her jacket, trying her best to get out of the store without having to make eye contact with anyone, suddenly Len Rutledge's friendly voice stopped Karen cold in her tracks. "Don't forget your receipt ma'am and thanks for shopping with us… see you next time I hope," Len said in his best customer service voice. Karen stopped momentarily but couldn't bring herself to go and get the receipt from Len's hand, rather, she walked a defeated woman through the front door out into the lot, still trying to get the taste of intermingled cum from the various men and a woman from her mouth that she had ingested out of her mind. Several customers in the store looked up as Len offered the tattered soul that was Karen Willmot her receipt, thinking to themselves what a nice man that was running their neighborhood store and how friendly and willing to help he always seemed to be. The End, thanks for reading!!