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Story title : Orgy on 34th Street
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Orgy on 34th Street (M+/F, shopping)
by Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)
***
This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards,
so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read
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*
Amy Valentine shivered as the cold December wind played
through her long brown hair. The ends of her trenchcoat
lifted with the wind, giving the bystanders a temporary
glimpse of her long fit legs. She adjusted her
sunglasses, activating the internal targeting holograms.
Amy looked and felt lethal and she only had a smirk for
the crowd of women and men who surrounded her. They were
outclassed and didn't even know it.
"Amy, what in the world does Paragon Industries want with
Stacy's department store?" a condescending voice said
behind her.
Amy turned and gave Bethany Taylor only the most cursory
of glances. The busty blonde was wearing a Christmas
theme sweater, though Bethany's sweater had the Buddha
sitting under a decorated tree and there was no angels or
holy men in sight. Amy chuckled. Even when Bethany was
trying to blend into a crowd, her religious non-
conformity stood out as proud and as defiant as her
bustline.
"I could ask why Diligent Enterprises sent their best
agent to New York's largest department store on the first
day of Christmas shopping," Amy responded, "but I won't."
Bethany didn't take the bait and Amy sighed. The truth
was, Amy wasn't here on a mission herself. She had used
one of her rare vacation days to do some shopping. Her
niece, Kathy, wanted nothing more in the world than a
Fight-With-Me Piko, the hottest, latest, most hard to
find toy in the world. Kathy's mother and incidentally
Amy's sister, had suggested that normal parents who had
to raise a child on two incomes couldn't afford such a
hot item, but maybe single Amy who didn't have to spend
money on kids of her own could afford it.
"Bitch," Amy grunted. She vowed to get that toy. Maybe
Kathy would throw up on it and never play with it again,
but Amy just wanted to see her sister's face when Kathy
opened a gift from Aunt Amy and saw her heart's desire.
Amy's sister had hated Amy ever since she realized that
Amy had inherited the great ass in the family while Alice
had inherited the stringy hair and hooknose.
There was movement at the front of the crowd. It looked
how the doors were finally going to be opened. Amy
cleared her mind of family feuds, Alice's bad nose and
the time Alice had told every girl in school that Amy
padded her jeans. The mission was about to begin.
*
Bethany Taylor kept silent as she stood behind Amy. It
was a strange feeling. The crowd pressed around them and
Bethany wanted to scream at the claustrophobia. It wasn't
right. She was a trained industrial agent, the best
Diligent enterprises had to offer, and the horde of
willing consumers was giving her the creeps and she was
forced to wait in line behind her worse enemy.
"I hate Christmas," Bethany growled. If she were on a
mission, it would have been easier. She knew how to act
on a mission. Instead, she was here to buy a weird, green
thing called a "Fight-With-Me Piko". Her mother, the
manipulative Felicia Taylor, had assigned Bethany the
task of buying this toy for Bethany's nephew. Bethany had
never seen the tyke, having avoided contact with her
brother since the little bastard convinced her mother
that Bethany be excluded from her mother's will because
"Bethany isn't even married, and she gets to travel."
Bethany sighed. As much as she despised her brother, and
as much as she hated her mother for favoring her brother
Adam, she still felt shreds of guilt for not visiting her
mother on the holidays. Felicia Taylor had given her a
way out as long as she bought this "Piko" crap. Felicia
Taylor derived a sick joy from assigning Bethany such a
mundane task, and that would be enough of a daughterly
gift for the holidays.
"The doors are opening!" a voice cried out from the
front. Before Bethany could react, a tide of hungry
shoppers pushed past her aside and rushed into the store.
The blonde was jostled, shoved and poked harder than she
was at the Spanish orgy last week. It was everything she
could do to stay on her feet.
"I'm glad I took a few office supplies," Bethany
muttered. From under her sweater, she pulled out a small
grenade. Some people snitch pencils from their workplace,
Bethany snitched small explosives. The busty blonde
tossed the grenade to the ground where it exploded in a
toxic non-lethal gas cloud. The cloud cleared a path
through the crowd as the noxious fumes drove them back.
Bethany held her breath as she ran into the department
store. Outside, the crowd was already reforming, as eager
shoppers weren't about to let a little tear gas keep them
from buying Little Johnny a pair of pants he didn't want.
The crowd was right behind Bethany and the busty blonde
had to fight to surf the edge of the crowd towards what
looked like a toy department.
*
Amy dodged through shoppers and restrained her violent
instincts. Her long legs let her move faster than most
women and her willingness to jump over a counter gave her
an advantage in mobility. Although Paragon Industries was
always willing to cover legal expenses during a mission,
she had a feeling they wouldn't be so generous if she
took down a housewife. Amy was forced to merely use her
skills to evade and out-maneuver as opposed to
eliminating her competition out right.
The problem was, Amy didn't have any experience with the
toy department at Stacy's. She didn't even know where it
was. A long time aversion to children meant Amy avoided
the places where the little monsters were known to
gather. She was clueless, and she only knew one way of
fixing the problem; the agent had to ask a salesperson.
Three older women surrounded a frazzled employee. They
were harassing him about something and his face was
flushing as they taxed his minimum wage capabilities. Amy
wasn't about to wait until the man answered their
demands. Dodging between two of the slimmed women, she
grabbed the collar of the employee and brought his face
to within inches of her own.
"Where's the toy department?" Amy growled.
"Up stairs, third floor!" the man cried out.
Amy released the employee and noticed with satisfaction
that one of the old women who were questioning him
earlier had now grabbed his collar and interrogated him
in the same manner. It was nice to see that senior
citizens could still be quick learners.
Her smile faded. Riding the escalator upwards was Bethany
Taylor! Amy realized that Bethany might be shopping for
something else, but she considered it unlikely. Something
deep in Amy's gut knew that destiny just loved irony
around Christmas time.
*
Bethany rode the escalator in a seething fit. Stairs
would have been quicker. An elevator would have been
nice. An escalator wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't
for the mother-fucking Buddha-cursed mindless shopping
drones clogging every route in the store! Instead of
leaping up the steps, Bethany was forced to stand
patiently while the escalator crawled.
Something sharp and small bit into her shoulder. Bethany
spun around, expecting perhaps to find a shopper who had
gone insane. She didn't see anybody but a dragging on her
sweater became worse and she saw the fishing hook that
was impaled in her sweater. Following the fishing line
with her eyes, she found the fishing pole, held by none
other than Amy Valentine!
Amy was reeling her in, and Bethany was already walking
backwards to keep up with the hook. Amy jammed the
fishing pole in the cracks of a display counter and waved
wickedly at Bethany before ascending the escalator.
Bethany was stuck, and she didn't have the foresight to
bring a hunting knife to a shopping trip!
Bethany growled as Amy rose closer and closer to her
present location. She regretted not packing a gun either.
As Bethany dreamed wicked thoughts, she realized the
solution was simple: she took her sweater off.
Clad only in a red bra, Bethany looked mighty
conspicuous. Her large breasts were heaving against the
sheer material and she had a belt of grenades around her
waist. Not a single shopper spared her a second glance.
As soon as she reached the top of the escalator, Bethany
lashed out with a kick brought down a Christmas tree on
display. The crash of ornaments and lights brought store
employees running to investigate. It also tripped the
people coming off the escalator; sending them toppling
over the tree. All in all, Bethany figured it would buy
her a thirty second lead over the trailing Amy.
Bethany rushed to the toy section and she saw the first
sign of success. A giant Fight-with-Me Piko was hanging
over a display and Bethany pushed through the crowd to
the unseen display. At one point the crowd wasn't moving
at all so she had to drop another gas grenade. When the
crowd stumbled away choking, Bethany finally made it to
the Fight-with-Me Piko shelf.
They were sold out.
"Buddha on a stick!" Bethany yelled. "It only took me two
minutes and they're already sold out!"
Behind her, an experienced shopper snickered. This lady
knew that SERIOUS shoppers had broken in last night and
hid under the tables. She scoffed at the naivete of the
toyless blonde.
A young store employee approached Bethany. Freckles
covered his face and arms, threatening to change his
racial status from Irish to Native American. His youthful
face could barely hide a leer.
"Ma'am, how badly do you want Piko?" the kid asked. When
Bethany only glared at him, he added, "Hey, I didn't work
two years to be a stock boy for nothing."
*
Amy wasn't about to let a group of collapsed shoppers
around a fallen tree stop her. She leaped to the handrail
of the escalator and using her amazing sense of balance,
she quickly ran up the narrow, moving rail. A simple jump
carried her over the stumbling mess of shoppers and when
she landed on a stunned employee, she quickly rolled off
of him and stood up.
A wall of shoppers pushed against her as they tried to
flee one of Bethany's gas grenades. Amy jumped on top of
a counter and from there she leaped onto a hanging light
to get a better view. From here she could see the Fight-
with-Me Piko display as well as the empty shelves under
it.
"Shit!" she cursed as she jumped back down to the ground.
"Now where am I going to get a Piko?"
A smiling security guard cleared his throat behind her.
Amy looked at him and noted that he was taller and
slimmer than most security guards she meets. In fact,
with his short cut blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes,
he might even be considered attractive.
"Actually lady," the security guard said in a lazy
relaxed manner, "I know of where they store some extra
toys in the back. They're reserved for Santa, but maybe
we can work something out if you're a good girl."
Amy saw his eyes were looking at where her legs were
peaking out from her trench coat. "I don't know," Amy
teased. "I'm not exactly what you call a good girl."
Bethany followed the kid through a backdoor. The storage
areas looked like any other storage place all over the
world. It was dark, it had a wood smell from the shipping
pallets and it was dark. Once they went into a more
secluded section guarded by two alert employees, she
entered the unique part of the place. What most storage
areas didn't have was an air mattress, a stack of towels
and three other employees sitting around with their pants
off.
"You guys do this often?" Bethany asked as she unzipped
her pants.
"Call me Ken, and yeah, Christmas is a great time to get
laid," he said. "We only put half the merchandise on the
shelves and keep the rest to trade out to customers. Why
do you think big huge department stores are always
running out of hot items?"
Bethany shrugged. It wasn't much different from corporate
policy. She kneeled on the air mattress and all four of
the employees stepped up to her, their cocks already
hard.
"Doesn't management have a problem?" Bethany asked as she
selected the hardest cock and began sucking on it. The
teen she was sucking groaned and began to shiver. Bethany
had that effect on people.
"Since when does management know what the fuck is going?"
Ken sneered. Bethany had to agree with him there. She
felt someone fumbling with her bra and soon her breasts
popped free. There was a collective gasp soon followed by
four pairs of hands groping her breasts.
Bethany continued to suck, occasionally making eye
contact with the owner of the cock. She gulped him down
till he hit the back of her throat. Bethany couldn't suck
him properly; the squeezing hands were fondling her
breasts too much to allow her to move. She mere sucked
till her cheeks collapsed on his cock and her tongue
coaxed the base of his shaft.
Quickly and loudly, he erupted in her mouth. The other
employees giggled as the guy doubled over. Bethany just
kept sucking, draining his cock of every once of cum.
Only when his cock had shriveled in her lips and her
mouth was filled with his salty cum did she let me go.
Bethany didn't want any repeat performances.
"One down," Bethany purred as she leaned forward to all
fours.
"Shall we see how many we can stuff this Christmas?"
"Shouldn't you be watching for shoplifters or something?"
Amy asked.
The security guard, who's nametag proclaimed him to be
David and very happy to help you, just chuckled. "It's my
shift to get laid. In another hour, it's be Frank's turn,
and he already has his eye on a lady in hardware who's
upset that a toolbox is sold out."
Amy leaned back against the table and looked around the
small office. Various security cameras were watching the
store, and she noticed one had a view of the ladies'
changing room. There was a small fridge, a television set
and an arcade machine crammed in the small space.
Somehow, it fulfilled all her suspicions about security
guards.
"As long as I don't hold you from your job" she said as
she sat on the table. Amy parted her legs. Despite the
December winter, Amy was only wearing a black miniskirt
under her trench coat. Long ago, Amy had realized that it
was best to keep her legs armed and ready. An easy
lifting of her skirt revealed that she had the same
feelings about her shaved sex.
"Lady, this is why I became a security guard in the first
place," David laughed as he quickly unzipped. His cock
flopped out, hardening with each twitch.
"Oh, and here I thought it was for the shiny badges," Amy
grinned. She stretched her legs and gathered his waist
between her knees. Amy's legs pulled him in, folding
around him in an embrace of firm thighs and locking
ankles. Her hands found his cock and guided him into her
warm manger. He sunk into her with a sigh and when he
finally hit bottom, his groans mixed with hers.
"I have a joke about badges, but I forgot it," David
moaned.
"Really?" Amy asked. Her hips shifted and David cried.
"Because I don't think we need no stinking jokes," she
said.
*
Bethany moaned as the kids finally found a rhythm that
worked. She was straddling one young man, his cock buried
as deep in her sex as his face was buried in her hanging
breasts. A second employee was using her mouth, slowly
fucking her lips and tongue with his dick. The third
eager employee had spread the cheeks of her ass and was
penetrating her in her tightest of places. Her ass wasn't
exactly her best feature, but the stock boy couldn't wait
any longer. Meanwhile, the first employee she had sucked
was trying to masturbate his cock back to life.
The three young guys lacked experience, but Bethany had
to admit they were fast learners. The one in her ass
dictated the pace, pushing and fucking her with a slow
steady cycle of thrusts. The one who was sucking her
breasts just lay there, letting his cock move with
Bethany's pussy as her body moved with the thrusts. The
kid in her mouth shifted his pelvis slightly, allowing
Bethany to ride up and down his cock without having to
move her head much. They even used their hands just
right, gliding over her smooth skin and pinching and
pulling with erotic tension.
"All in all, its a damn good way to go Christmas
shopping," Bethany thought.
Bethany moaned as Ken bit one of her nipples. Her breasts
were slick from his mouth and her nipples ached with her
own desire. As she moaned, her lips vibrated around the
cock that was lodged in her mouth. From the way his hands
clenched her blonde hair, Bethany could tell he liked the
extra vibrations. Just for balance, she clenched hard on
the cock in her ass, and the resulting moans completed
her erotic group caroling.
It might have been too much for the guy in her ass, was
his name Mark? Bethany wasn't sure. She just knew that
Mark lost his control and began to fuck her harder. His
hips collided with her ass, turning her buttocks pink
from the impacts. The blonde groaned as she felt her tiny
ass opened further, harder and quicker than she was used
to. The speed was amazing and Bethany realized there was
something to be said for young men after all. She spat
out the cock in her mouth as she struggled to hold her
balance and ride out the pounding.
"Oh fuck," Ken moaned from between her breasts. Bethany
collapsed on top of him, smothering him completely in
mammary heaven. Together, they felt their sexes merging
as Mark moved them both with his anal assault. Harder
than either of them could control, Bethany and Ken cried
out as their sexes melted in friction. Bethany climaxed
first and her resulting contractions milked Ken's cock
into orgasm as well.
"Here I cum!" cried Mark and he were true to his word.
Bethany felt the sudden flood of his cum fill her ass.
The blast of warm liquid was a bit disconcerting, but
Bethany didn't mind. It must have been the Christmas
spirit filling her as well as his cum.
"I haven't cum yet!" the guy standing in front of her
whined.
His cock was red from her sucking as well as slick and
swollen.
"That's easily fixed," Bethany said. She lifted herself
from the cocks she was impaled on, not minding at all as
their cum trailed down her legs. She crawled over to the
standing employee and drew herself up on her knees.
Cupping her tits together, she slid her cleavage down
over his cock.
"Wow!" the kid moaned. Bethany had a feeling his
girlfriend is going to have to perform new tricks. His
slick cock slipped easily between her breasts and his
eyes devoured the jiggling that resulted from her
motions. Up and down Bethany moved, but it wasn't the
movement that excited the kid as much as where his cock
was.
Bethany could swear she heard his cock pop as his cum
came flying out. She narrowly prevented the flying stream
from hitting her face but her breasts were quickly
covered in sticky semen. She was impressed by the sheer
quantity of his offering, but she was annoyed by how much
area was now covered in clinging white.
"That explains the towels," Bethany said as she reached
for one.
"I just wished they didn't still have their sales tags on
them."
*
The table creaked as David fucked Amy. Her legs were
tight around his waist as his magnificent cock drove deep
inside her. His hands reached past her and gripped the
edges of the table for leverage. This brought his face
down to hers where his lips showered her neck and mouth
with biting kisses. She in return had his shirt in her
teeth; using the cloth to gag her fervent moans.
David might lack skill or creativity, but he made up for
it in sheer desire. It was like being fucked by a piston;
a very hard, very fast piston. Well, a piston with blonde
hair, cute eyes and a great smile, but certainly a
piston.
Amy developed an appreciation for holiday sex. After five
minutes of shopping, she didn't feel up to creative sex.
Amy just wanted the simple pleasure of having her sex
entered and fucked by a long cock. She wanted to sit
there and feel her pussy expand around his shaft and not
have to worry about moving herself. Shopping wore a girl
out.
On the other hand, Amy was in a hurry.
Subtly but firmly, Amy began flexing her thighs around
David. Her ankles pushed against his buttocks in a slow
drumbeat that happened to coincide with the clenching of
her sex. She released his shirt from her teeth and bit
his shoulder. As her teeth sank into his flesh, she
exhaled her hot breath through her nose, sending goose
bumps down his chest and arms.
The piston was racing now. The table was crumbling under
Amy's ass. With a sharp 'CRACK', the table shattered.
David's hands raced to cup Amy's ass just in time to
prevent her falling but at the sudden dropping, the two
found themselves at climax's ascension.
"Fuck!" David cried out as his cock released inside Amy.
"Whoa!" Amy added as her own pussy radiated the waves of
her orgasm.
They stood there for a few seconds, locked together as
her clenching sex drained his discharging cock.
"You know, any time you want to let me down is fine with
me," Amy said after a minute had passed.
*
Bethany was still sticky but at least she didn't have any
white clumps on her. Well, none that she could find. Ken
was stumbling through the tight corridors; his ability to
walk had been diminished from the orgasm Bethany gave
him. The blonde only smirked. It was nice to know she
could still cripple young men.
"Fight-with-Me Piko has been our best selling item," Ken
offered as conversation. "In fact, I'm pretty sure we
only have one left."
"Look, I'll gladly fuck you to buy a Christmas toy, but
don't expect me to talk with you," Bethany snapped. Being
sticky made her irritable.
"Fine with me," Ken said. As a stock boy, he was hard to
offend.
It came with the job.
As they walked around the corner, the sight of Amy and a
security guard surprised them. Amy was holding a Piko,
and the guard was frowning at the sight of Ken and
Bethany. Ken immediately started making excuses for why
he had a chick in the storage area, but Bethany shut him
up.
"Unhand that toy!" Bethany yelled.
"Fuck you," Amy snapped. "I had to fuck this guy to get
this toy!"
"Just one guy?" Bethany asked. It never failed. Someone
was always buying what you bought for cheaper prices.
Amy was through negotiating. She had the ugly pink toy
and she was going to show her sister up once and for all.
She grabbed the guard's arm and spun him into Bethany
while making a dash down the corridor.
Bethany was having none of this. She had to have that
ugly toy so she could shut up her mother! She threw the
stock boy into the guard and after they collided, Bethany
leaped over their bodies. She was not letting Amy get
away!
The busty blonde tackled Amy head on. Unfortunately, they
weren't fighting in a factory in some concrete corridor.
The two of them crashed right through the flimsy wall
separating storage from the rest of the store.
The two girls fell to the floor in a tangled heap. The
Fight-with-Me Piko slid across the floor, bouncing
against a girl's foot. As Amy and Bethany kicked and
punched each other, a little voice stole their attention.
"Look Mom! It's a Fight-with-Me Piko!" the little girl
said. "It's just like Jason wanted! We can get him one
for Christmas after all!"
The little girl's mother looked at Amy and Bethany and
frowned.
"I'm not sure, Jessica. I think he belongs to, one of
those ladies."
Amy and Bethany were in a crisis. On the one hand, they
had a chance at family revenge. On the other hand, there
was a little girl who LIKED her sibling and wanted to
make him happy.
"Its not mine," Amy said, untangling herself from
Bethany.
Bethany thought of how much she hated to spend Christmas
with her family. Then she thought of how she would feel
if she disarmed a little girl not more than seven.
"I've never seen that toy before in my life," Bethany
said.
The mother smiled while the girl cheered. As they walked
away, Amy and Bethany had a rather uncomfortable moment
of silence. Bethany began to walk away and Amy called out
to her.
"Merry Christmas, Bethany."
Bethany paused, and thought about it.
"Merry Christmas, Amy."
They still tried to kill each other next week, but for
the moment, it was kind of nice.
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