Chapter 4

But come Monday, it had slipped her mind again, and because she was busy it didn’t occur to her right then. Perhaps it was her imagination but it seemed that there were more people in the store than in recent weeks. So she was busier than usual assisting customers.

Each day there were a few “special” customers who made their way to her counter. She helped them look for their hard-to-find items, which never seemed to be where they should be, and she was careful to jot them in her notebook. She reminded herself to write up the stock request for Bob. She was tired of disappointing her customers, because she wanted them to be happy. They wouldn’t remain happy if they couldn’t find what they needed at O’Brien’s.

On Wednesday after lunch, she finished filling out an order for wool carpet for a customer and pointed him toward the cashier. When she looked up she found another man in line waiting to be helped. She had that uneasy feeling when you come across someone you’re sure you know, but you can’t remember their name. To cover her lapse, she smiled and said, “Hello. How can I help you?”

“Good afternoon, Brenda. Always lovely to see you, and that bright smile. Can you help me find bathroom tiles in the pattern ‘Purple Field Mice’?”

She felt her arms go limp and her focus went a bit fuzzy. He continued to smile, and went on speaking to her, because there were others in line behind him at a polite distance and this should sound like a normal conversation.

“I know I always have the weird requests, the hard-to-find ones, but those are the things that make the room stand out. And I know you’re the best at locating them. So, can you help me?”

She felt the words come out without having thought about them, like they were programmed. “Perhaps in the back. We’ll have to go look. Come with me.”

The other customers in her line sighed as she got up and they moved toward the door, because it meant a longer wait. But she was the one everybody said was the best at finding just the right thing they needed, so they’d wait, if slightly annoyed.

She got in the cart and when he was seated, started down an aisle close to the warehouse wall. “So how have you been, Brenda? I bet it’s hard work making all those folks happy, huh? But worth it when you see how happy you’ve made them.

“That’s actually why I’m here today. I have nothing new for you to do, no new instructions, I was just thinking about you and the time we spent together and how happy you made me, and I missed it. Really, I did. You made me feel good, happy. I haven’t really gotten that from anybody else, and today I felt like being happy. And nothing makes me happy like one of your fabulous blowjobs. So that’s what we’re going to do this afternoon. You’re going to suck me dry, Brenda. Will that make you happy, seeing me happy?”

“Yes, it would,” she replied. Again, she was puzzled, because it didn’t sound like her words, or what she wanted to do. But she felt compelled to say it. She pulled in beside a demo kitchen, this one with a sign “Colonial Farmhouse” on the front.

She opened the door, allowing him to enter first, then closed and locked the door behind her. He leaned his butt against the island in the middle of the kitchen, finished in Antique Pine, and looked at her standing in front of him. He made an almost imperceptible motion of his fingers and she dropped to her knees in front of him, waiting for instructions.

“This is what I miss a lot, Brenda, those times when I was frustrated by work or school, nothing was going right, and I knew if I asked you, you’d make all those worries go away as soon as you wrapped your lips around my dick. Oh! I almost forgot, I brought you something, thought you might be able to use it.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bottle of lube with a flip cap. “This’ll help those big dicks slide into your pussy without any discomfort. See? I’m always thinking of you. I want you to put some on my dick and work it on with your hand, then I want you to suck my cock deep, as far as you can go. Can you do that, Brenda?”

Brenda nodded, even as she was starting to panic a little. She had no problem sucking guys off, swallowing their cum -- liked it, in fact -- but she wasn’t comfortable with things deep in her throat. She knew she had to be agreeable and do what she was asked, but she worried that she wouldn’t be able to do it right, and that she’d be punished as a result.

He stood there waiting for her to start. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She reached up and fumbled with his belt till it came free, then pulled the zipper down. She grasped both the pants waistband and his boxers and pushed them down to his ankles.

Oh, the lube. She almost forgot, and that would have been uncomfortable because he would have been disappointed. She popped the cap and dribbled a little onto his dick, as it twitched in front of her. She put the lube on the island and worked the lube onto his dick with her right hand. “Fucking perfect, Brenda, just like that. Stroke it.”

She had her instructions, so she kept doing it. She could feel it getting more rigid, and his breathing becoming more labored. After a few minutes, he said, “I’m really close, Brenda. Now suck my dick, baby, suck it deep.”

She let the dick slide over her tongue into her mouth, then wrapped her lips tight around the shaft and bobbed up and down. It made him choke. “Jesus, baby, that’s fucking amazing. Add some tongue.”

She knew he wouldn’t last long if she did that, though she didn’t know how she knew, but she moved it in all the directions it was capable of doing, and he cried out, “Oh, fuck, yes, Brenda!”

Suddenly she felt his hands on her head, controlling her motion, preventing her from pulling back from his thrusts. She panicked again. “Too much, too much!” she thought. It was pushing against the back of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat. The only saving grace was that the lube reduced the friction which caused the gagging, made it slightly easier for the dick to push in.

She was silently shouting, “No, don’t!” to him, but he wasn’t listening and pushed his dick slowly but relentlessly in. She was forced to breathe through her nose. She felt her lips pushing against his pubis, as he gave two thrusts that achieved no further depth, then pulled out.

“Fucking unbelievable, Brenda. You never let me do that before, you always said you were going to throw up, but I knew you could do it! You took all of it down your throat! I should have a big blue ribbon made up that says, “First Prize, Deep Throat. Do it again, Brenda.”

She wasn’t sure how much more she could do before she did choke and gag, maybe vomit, but again the compulsion to comply was there. The only thing that might work was to make him cum sooner than he’d planned, then he’d pull it out.

She wrapped her lips around the tip and, flicking her tongue, pushed it slowly in. Halfway down, she bobbed up and down while tickling the back of his balls. When she felt him getting impatient, she set her mind to it and forced the rest of his dick into her mouth, lips tight. When her lips were again pressed against his pubis, she started stroking the shaft with her tongue.

She heard him gasp, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” and grab her head, pushing it down on his dick, even though there was nowhere further to go. She forced herself to focus on keeping the tongue moving to avoid the sense that she was about to choke.

It was only seconds, but it seemed like minutes to her that she kept her lips wrapped around the cock, the tongue urging it to completion. Finally, he shouted, “YES! YES!” and pulsed into her throat. She couldn’t even swallow correctly because of the dick in her throat, but it seemed not to matter. He was again thrusting into her mouth, with nowhere to go, until finally there was nothing more.

He choked out, “Wait, wait, baby, too sensitive, just hold it there.” She couldn’t, she had to breathe, so she pulled halfway off and was able to gulp in some oxygen. She let her lips slide loosely up and down his dick until it was almost limp, then pulled off with a smack of her lips.

“Jesus, Brenda, you’re the best I’ve ever had. No one gives head like you do. World-class, baby. That improves my day about three hundred percent. I know that’s mathematically impossible, it just feels that way. Stand up, lemme look at you.”

Apparently he was checking to see if there were any escaped jizz, but she passed inspection. He pulled up his pants and redid everything that needed fastening or tucking.

“You got a pocket in that dress, Brenda? By the way, nice dress. Dresses make you look way hot. Anyway, don’t forget the lube.” She took it and found a pocket to keep it in.

“Okay, baby, let’s get back. You could have other special customers waiting, you never know.” She followed him out to the cart, and he chatted to her as if they were old friends, though she still couldn’t recall where she’d met him, if she had.