His cock continued to spasm for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
Amos pulled a box of kleenex close to him and began slowly stroking his huge cock. He couldn't wait for that sweet whore to take off those underthings again. He could practically taste her sweet, white pussy. To his intense disappointment, she simply stepped back into her crude cotton underwear and slipped them on over the new stuff. In a moment she slid back into her dress, slipped on her shoes and came out to drop the spare underwear onto the nearby counter in unconcern. Two minutes later she was out of the store and gone with her stolen undies."Fuck," Amos swore, still stroking his cock. It was throbbing in his hand. The head was huge and swollen, the veins throbbed on the side of his long piece of black meat. Lubricant escaped from the tiny hole in the end helping to lubricate his hand. He slowly slid his hand up and down over his cock, while he used the other hand to look for another girl. The best he could find was Brenda, sitting in a short (unofficial) store uniform which consisted of a light blue cotton blouse and a short black skirt (pants were optional). Brenda was the babe at the perfume counter, every store had one. She loved those short skirts, Amos thought as he panned in on her crossed legs. When her legs filled his view screen, up to mid- thigh, he left the camera focused on her legs while he stroked his cock.
The only sound in the quiet room was the liquid sound of his hand sliding up and down on his cock, and his harsh breathing. The smell of his own lubricant was discernable, but not overly strong. The fire in his balls was fantastic. The fire built to a hotter level, becoming unpleasant. He moaned, stroking faster until he felt himself coming. He grabbed a handful of kleenex and slapped it over the head of his cock, as it began spurting hot, thick cum into his hand.
He held his cock in a death-grip, as if he were trying to chock it. He gasped, hunching over his spurting cock until it grew less urgent. The spurts of cum slowed, then stopped. His cock continued to spasm for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
Amos balled up the kleenex and wiped the end of his cock. He stared to toss it into the waist basket, then thought better of it. He didn't want the smell of cum to fill his booth when Ellen relieved him. Ellen was a huge white bitch with an attitude. She would squeal for hours, about every little thing. She was fat, about 45 years old, and really obnoxious. Amos was sure that she'd never been fucked more than once in her entire life, and she was married, which accounted for her one fuck. Every bitch got fucked on her honeymoon. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine her husband wanting a piece of that fat ass.
Amos washed up and got rid of the kleenex in the nearby bathroom. He took his time about getting back to his office. Three women stripped down to their underwear later that afternoon, but he didn't really see anything. He's seen underwear before. The store was full of it. He recorded them anyway, just for the hell of it. When he rerecorded the tape and cut out the crap, maybe he could slip in some quick clips of half naked women. It should be worth a lot of money, if sold on the internet.
The cops didn't show up during his watch. Good, some might remember him from previous misunderstandings. He labeled the tape and left it for Ellen's watch.
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