Hello friends, last time in the story, I told you about how I got stuck in a shop wearing just a baniyan and sandals. This will continue the story further, so please read part 1.
I was on my knees in front of the shopkeeper. He put his hand on my head and pushed me onto his dick as he removed his underwear. His smell was musky and manly, and I was already getting horny.
“That’s it slut, now suck me good, and I might give you some clothes.”
I put my tongue out and started licking his dick, making it all wet. All the while looking up at him or trying to. He was starting to feel good because his dick started growing and got to 7 inches in length.
It was not too thick, so it fit in my mouth nicely. “Good boy, you seem used to this. Maybe I should call my friends and make them use you too.” As hot as that seemed, I didn’t want too many people to know what was happening.
I stopped licking and pleaded to him, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” He smirked and said, “You better suck me good then.” The shopkeeper put his hand on my head and pushed my mouth onto his balls. I took them in my mouth one by one.
He tasted a bit sweaty, but that made it better for me. I then went up a bit and took his dick inside my mouth. He gave out a moan as I sucked on it as best as I could. I had given blowjobs before, so I knew how to make him feel good. He seemed to be getting into it.
I took my mouth off for a moment and asked him to remove his shirt. He still hadn’t closed the shop, so he thought about it for a bit. He then started to unbutton, but he pushed me onto his dick again first. I looked up and saw that he wore a white baniyan with a lining.
It looked worn and moulded to his form. He looked hot in it. It had been 5 minutes of me sucking when he decided he wanted more. So he used both his hands to push me further on his dick. I could only fit 5 inches at first, so being pushed further made me choke.
It only seemed to turn him on. He pulled me off his dick, grabbed me by the neck and spat in my open mouth. I was also very turned on now. “You seem to be enjoying this, slut,” he said as he saw my hard dick.
He got back to making me choke on his dick like he had forgotten that we were still in his shop. I worked hard and sucked him good for a bit more. Suddenly he pulled me off and said, “I don’t just want you to suck me, you’re going to get fucked here.”
I was a bit scared now. I didn’t think I would have sex here. The door to the store was still open, even if it was half-covered with sarees. Luckily I had cleaned my ass before I left the house.
I asked him, “Can you at least close the shop shutter so no one can enter?” He laughed and replied, “No one comes here in the morning anyway. Now spread your legs for me.”
I got up, put my hands on the shop counter, and spread my legs as he got behind me. He asked me to pass an oil bottle from the corner. He took some of that oil, put it on my hole, and fingered me. I tried to bite my lip and hold back my moans.
He started with one and slowly put more fingers in. After three fingers, he reached my ear and said, “Get ready to be filled with my cock.” He rammed his cock inside my ass. It hurt a bit, even if he loosened me up. But the pain slowly turned to pleasure as he continued to pump in and out of me.
At this point, I couldn’t fully hold back my moans. He heard them and said, “Such a slut, enjoying your ass being pounded when anyone could catch you.” I didn’t care about that then. He was hitting that one spot in me that made me see stars.
I somehow managed not to moan loudly. After a few minutes, he pulled back and made me go on my knees again. He said I had to swallow his cum and started to jack off his dick in front of my face. I opened my mouth to take his cum.
He gave a loud grunt and came on my face and in my mouth. His cum tasted like it was somewhere between sweet and bitter. I liked the taste of it. He gave out a sigh as his cum stopped. Just as I was about to stand up, a man entered the store.
He seemed about my age, a year or two older, maybe. I noticed two things: he looked hot with his muscles. He was only wearing a gym baniyan and an unbuttoned shirt over it. The second thing was that he didn’t look disgusted or so. It was like he was used to what the shopkeeper did.
“Papa, what are you doing?! At least close the shop first!” He said hastily while pulling down the shop shutter to half. “Don’t worry, Manoj, no one walks by here until later in the afternoon.”
Manoj looked at me and eyed me up and down for a bit. “So what’s with the slut here?” he asked the shopkeeper. “Oh, he wanted to buy some baniyan and underwear, and he has nothing to wear now,” he replied.
Manoj thought for a second and said, “You, I’ll lend you some clothes, but you’ll have to service me first, deal?”
I didn’t have many options because I couldn’t go home naked. “Okay, fine, but not here. I don’t want to get caught like this by more people,” I replied.
Learn what happens between me and Manoj in the next and final part.
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