"And here's your change Mrs. B," Mr. Kabak continued serving the customer. Dropping the money into the till as he waved her goodbye.
I kneeled stock still lodged under the counter, the wooden base hard against my head. My hands clung to his strong hairy thighs, listening to her footsteps. I never once released an inch of his cock from my mouth, as he told me to. The drool dripped off my lips but I kept as quiet as a mouse waiting for the exit doorbell.
When he looked down at me I knew she was gone and I could return to my noisier cocksucking. My now daily resumption of that gorgeous cock feeding my hungry mouth continued throughout the day, anytime Mr. Kabak demanded.
"We really should add cocksucker to your job description, he laughed. "update it to your CV".
"Well I certainly have enjoyed my on-the-job training," I grinned up at him. My tongue teasing his glistening shaft.
By the end of the day both of us were aching for completion, I longed to hear his voice call me to order. To be at his feet, ravishingly pulling at his jeans for my evening treat. Sucking his cock greedily dry, feeding my own insatiable hunger.
This Friday was the usual mixture of high and low emotions, the taste of his cock in my mouth, and the knowledge of not seeing him till Monday. As we kissed he passed me a wrapped parcel, I looked back puzzled at him.
"You think I don't know it's your birthday tomorrow? I got you a little something." He gently kissed my nose. "Now don't you open it until then and I would advise you to open it on your own," and mischievously winked at me.
I slipped the parcel into my bag, beaming with delight. "No hints for me," I implored.
"No no but I think you will enjoy it and I want to see you wearing it Monday," and he waved me on my way laughing.
Well, at least I now know it's clothing, something I can wear for work. I wondered what he could possibly have bought me, maybe something sexy to show off for him.
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My Birthday had gone fine, just the family as of restrictions. My sister had popped in with my present and I had money from my parents. But it was the mystery box hidden in my room that I could not clear from my mind.
As I ripped off the wrapping my eyes lit up to the words Vibrating Butt Plug and Douche kit, clearly I had guessed wrong. I rushed to the bathroom with the kit and showered, my hands shaking with excitement. Locking my door and pulling my lube from its hiding place, I dripped it on my fingers and applied it to my hole. Poured it on the purple plug and gently pressed it inside me.
Once in place, I lay back, legs slightly raised, and switched on the remote to the lowest number. It sent a small shiver through me and an immediate smile to my lips. The sensations increased as I switched the number higher, by 8 I rolled over and was moaning audibly into my pillow with my ass humming in the air.
I was holding onto the bed for dear life as I went one higher and cried out loud as I failed to hold back my ejaculation any longer. As I lay panting in my own cum I knew I had received my favorite present ever.
Over the weekend my parents must have wondered what kept me locked away upstairs for so long as the plug was seldom far from my ass. Any free minute I was locking my door and slipping it in, burying my face in my bed to keep my moans down. I couldn't wait to thank Mr. Kabak in person and to show it off to him. Also purchase a whole load of batteries, just in case.
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On Monday morning before I left the house I cleaned and slipped in my plug, pulling on my jeans and walking rather slower than usual. It took a while to get the walk looking a bit more manly as the plug made me wiggle my ass more than usual trying to hold it in place. When I entered the shop I smothered him in kisses to show my gratitude.
"So you like it," he grinned. Patting my backside he pulled me closer," Are you wearing it for me?"