James Hunter regarded his nails as he glanced at the shop door from time to
time to reassure himself that there were no customers to catch him doing
his manicure. His job required his appearance to be impeckable; the
clientel he dealt with was the vain part of the upper class. It was unusual
for him to arrive at work with dirty fingernails, but he had spent the
night with his date in the most delightful manner, causing him to sleep to
long and barely reporting in time for today's work. But it had been worth
it, every minute of it, he said to himself. As he thought of the pleasures
of the previous night, the door bell suddenly tingled. Quickly, he
straightened himself and prepared his "The-customer-is-always-right"-smile,
as an elderly man stepped into the shop. "Good morning, Lord Reginald", he
said. "Yes, a damn fine one, if I do say so myself", the lord replied as he
stepped further into the shop. "If my memory isn't playing tricks on me,
I'd say it's your wife's 26th year birthday tomorrow, am I right?" "Ah, so
you remembered it, eh?" "Of course, Lord Reginald", James smiled. "Old
pig!", he thought. "I'll just browse a bit." James made a mental sigh. The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James' interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
"Good morning, miss", he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress. "Hi", she said with
a warm, light voice, sounding every bit as sexy as she looked. "You must be
Jim Hunter", she said, shaking his hand with quite a tight grip for a
woman. "I'm Sarah Preston. Fin Grimes told me all about you", she explained.
"Hopefully not all", said James, making her smile again. "How's his fashion
shop doing?" "Never better, he told me." "James, I can't quite decide. I'll
check some other shops before I make my choice, okay?", the lord said as he
started towards the door. "Fine, Lord Reginald", James replied, almost
sighing with relief. "Now, miss, what can I do for you", he asked,
redirecting his attention to the attractive blonde before him. He found
himself staring into the barrel of a gun. James was no expert on firearms,
but he had never seen such a big hole before. Actually, it was a magnum
.357, but it could have been a .20, that made no difference to James. He
felt cold sweat burst forth on his forehead as he lifted his gaze to
Sarah's face, if that was her real name. Kind of funny, he thought, her
expression hadn't changed, almost as if she wasn't pointing a large gun at
his head. She waved the revolver, beckoning him to come out in front of the
counter. "Now, Jim, you're going to walk casually around the shop and pick
all of the most valuable stones and gems out for me and put them in this
bag", she said, still smiling. She handed him the bag, and like in a trance
he did as told. He tried to select a cheap diamond, but then heard her
voice behind him : "Ah-ah, naughty boy Jim! You wouldn't deny me the best
you can offer, now would you?" As he felt something hard pressing into his
back, he shook his head and quickly dropped the gem. He could't cheat her,
it seemed.
 After a short walk around the shop that seemed to take hours to James, she
was satisfied. "Good boy, Jim, now give Sarah the bag." He slowly handed it
to her, and she put it in her purse. "Now, there's only one little thing
before I go...", she said. James felt the panic rise inside of him. This was
the critical point; she was probably going to shoot him - he could identify
her to the police. But to his surprise, that wasn't her intention.  His eyes
widened, as he saw her lifting up her short dress, all the way to her
stomache, exposing her naked pussy. "Eat me!", she commanded. James had
frozen, staring at her exposed sex. He heard a click as she cocked the
hammer of the revolver. "Come on, Jim, this is going to be fun!", she said,
pointing the gun at him. He knelt quickly, and she leant back towards the
counter as he positioned himself between her firm, slender thighs. She was a
real blonde, and her pussy was covered with the prettiest mat of pubic hair
James had ever laid his eyes on. He started slowly to lick her cunt.  Her
cunt lips were already engorged and pouting, inviting a private kiss. His
tongue slid up and down her tight lips, making him remember last night,
where he had been doing exactly the same thing. She sighed faintly and
caressed his neck with her free hand. Her pussy smelled wonderful, and her
juices was slowly leaking from her slit. James had almost forgotten his fear
now. Maybe if he gave her some really good head, she'd let him live.  He
forced his tongue inside her cunt, making her moan quietly. He then
carefully parted her pussy lips with his fingers and started flitting her
clitoris. This time she moaned louder. "That right, Jim, eat my little
pussy", she sighed, then gasped as he sucked her clit into his mouth,
swatting it with his tongue-tip, all the while probing her cunt with a
finger. She sighed again, then said "You see, Jim, my little pussy always
get sooo wet when I do my "shopping", it weeps for someone to kiss it and
make it feel alll better...Oh yeah, right there!" James, still aware of the
gun in her hand, was licking for dear life as he tried to make the girl feel
so good as he was able. He sucked her pussy with all of his might while
gently penetrating her with his index finger. Suddenly, she gave a little
scream and climaxed, her juices flowing into his mouth. Her left hand
holding his neck, forced his mouth closer to her throbbing cunt as she
moaned in her orgasm. After a while, it subsided and she relaesed her tight
grip. "You did real good, Jim. As a reward, I'll let you fuck me." He stood,
and she opened his fly and brought his penis out. It was limp,and James
cursed himself for being impotent at the least fortuneate moment.  "Aww,
poor baby, I've made you nervous, haven't I? We'll have to do something
about that." The next second, James thanked God fpr his limp dick. The
feeling as she knelt before him and took his soft cock into her her warm
mouth was unlike any other feeling he had ever sensed. She slowly retracted
his foreskin and started flitting his cockhead with her pointy tongue. The
fact that she still had the gun pointed at him didn't stop his prick from
growing in her mouth. James had never been able to persuade his girlfriend
to give him head, and here he was, getting blowed by a total stranger. She
started to suck on his swelling cock, her loving caress making him moan
deeply. Very slowly, he put his hands behind her neck and held her head. She
didn't object as he slowly started to move head up and down his cock, making
his now rigid prick slide in and out her hot, wet mouth. She actually let
him do it! His prick glistened with her saliva as it slid almost all the way
out, then it buried itself in her throat again.  His cock was long and hard,
but still, she did not gag. She had definitely done this before. Her head
was bobbing softly up and down his prick as he held her head gently in his
hands. Her hair felt incredibly soft between his fingers, and her eyes were
closed. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, making small,
whimpering sounds as she sucked him off. Her soft lips closed tight around
his pounding cock, and her tongue was licking his dickhead like crazy. He
started fucking her mouth, grinding his hips quicker and quicker towards her
face. He came suddenly in uncontrolled spurts. He yelled as huge globs of
sperm pulsed out his urethra and down her throat. She swallowed quickly as
more of his semen filled her mouth. He plunged his prick deep into her mouth
a few more times, enjoying the last twitches of orgasm, before she let go of
his cock and stood. She held him close, pointing the gun at his back and
giving him a french kiss. His sperm didn't taste as bad as he would have
thought it would. She stopped and smiled at him. "Was it good?" Jim could
only nod. She read the awe and gratitude in his eyes as she said "Good. Lie
down, Jim." He did as he was asked, and she straddled him and impaled
herself on his rigid cock. She looked around and the kicked the alarm button
in the floor a few feet away.  He looked stunned upon her as she started
fucking him. The alarm bells chimed faintly through the door to the office,
but all James could sense, was the feeling of her extremely tight cunt
sliding up and down his prick.  She was, if possible, even more wet than
before, and her pussy was hot on his cock. She started diddling her erect
clit while making her small, whimpering moans. She pulled at the top of the
dress with her gun hand and freed her huge, firm breasts. She began pulling
at her nipples, which were already erect. She opened her eyes to find him
staring at her big, swaying knockers. "You can play with my titties, if you
want", she said, smiling.  Jim slowly reached up and held her gigantic, soft
tits. She moaned at his touch; her nipples were hard as stone as he
carefully molded them. His loving caresses made her hump faster, and she
climaxed with a scream.  Obviously, she was a woman of mercy, for she kept
op her movements after her orgasm subsided. James felt grateful; he needed
release so bad he could almost scream. And he screamed. His throbbing cock
shot three long, warm shots of cum deep into her cunt, before she swiftly
dismounted and caught hold of his swollen, trembling prick as it spurted
another load onto her face. She took it in her mouth and caught the last,
huge glob of semen with her tongue. While still stroking his shaking cock,
bringing forth the last few drops of sperm, she french kissed him again, and
he drank his come greedily. She looked into his eyes and gave his cock a
last, loving squeeze as she said "Goodbye, Jim, it's been real nice." She
quickly stood, straightened her clothes and wiped her face with a
hankerchief, sent him a last smile and left. He quickly dressed and checked
his nails again, and a couple of minutes later, the police arrived.

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