Backroom Stories

Cammie’s ankles came to rest on my shoulders, and she gasped as my tongue slid the length of her pussy.  She tasted like pure heaven, and there was no doubt she was already wet.  The scent of her arousal filled my lungs, giving me chills.  I reached her clit and pressed a little harder. “Oh yeah.  Uh huh,” she encouraged me as I flicked my tongue over her bud. I parted her nether lips and delved inside with the next swipe...

It was another long day at the pawn shop. I thought at least once a day about selling it or getting someone else to run the damn place, but I couldn’t do it. My grandfather had started it, and then my dad kept it going. I couldn’t bring myself to break the chain when he passed away. Seeing my neighbor shut off his hose and put his hands on his hips when I pulled into the drive at home didn’t brighten my mood any. “Why don...

Renee hung up the phone and leaned over the desk, cradling her head in her hand. The day at the office had been bad enough, and this was just the icing on the cake. Somehow, the computer at the thrift store had picked up a virus. Without it, she couldn’t print tags, enter anything into inventory, scan it out when someone purchased something, or keep up with the government paperwork. The weekend would be here in two days,...