Claire got onto her hands and knees and caught his half-hard cock into her mouth. It tasted a little better the second time although she didn’t know if this were because she was now used to the flavour or because she’d already licked off the worst of the grime.
A few minutes of forceful sucking brought Peter back to another full erection after which Claire began to bob and slurp rapidly.
“Oh, shit, yes. That is so so good,” Peter groaned in ecstasy as Claire took his entire cock into her mouth whilst poking her tongue out to lick his dirty hairy balls. She got into an easy rhythm alternatively sliding her mouth up and down his repulsive member before flicking her tongue over his glans.
“Oh, wow,” Peter exclaimed. “This is amazing and it’s definitely a bit better but my head still hurts. What else can we do?” he asked leeringly.
Claire, conscious of time, didn’t hesitate. “Why don’t you try my pussy? I’m really tight.”
Peter’s mouth hung open in wonder but he shuffled around behind her to position his cock between her labia.
Claire reached round to guide him into her cunt which he entered with one quick push.
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe this is happening to me! Oh, fuck yes!” Peter shouted blissfully as grabbed hold of her hips to shaft her from behind.
After a while Claire realised that Peter was going to take his time coming, having ejaculated so recently. She checked her watch and realised that Danny would be expecting her home soon so started to push back with her hips and squeezed her snug pussy around his unimpressive cock in order to hurry him up.
“Go on, Peter. Do it to me, Do me hard, big boy,” Claire encouraged him.
Peter began slamming himself in and out of her pretty cunt, squeezing her buttocks hard as he thrust.
Claire was getting more and more bored. She decided to take charge and hurry him up. “Peter, how’s your head?”
“Improving all the time!” he gasped as he rammed her from behind.
“I’ve got an idea to make it even better,” she suggested between thrusts. “If you like my pussy, you should try my arse. It’s tight and hot and I promise it’ll make you forget your headache,” she assured him, looking over her shoulder.
Peter pushed himself in and held her in astonishment. “Really? Can I really try out your bum?”
“Go on, you’ll love it.”
Peter pulled his cock out of her cunt and lodged the end against Claire’s pinky-brown butthole.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes, go on. It’ll feel fantastic,” Claire urged him.
Peter tensed and gave it a tentative push. When it didn’t slide in immediately, he paused.
“Are you sure it will fit?”
Claire lost patience. “Yes, for fuck’s just push it in hard. I promise it will go!”
Peter began to increase pressure as he pushed his hips forward.
“That’s it. Harder. Go on. I can take it. Ugh!” Claire groaned as his cock slipped past her narrow sphincter and slid into her tiny tight arse to the hilt. “Oh, fuck! Go on. Do me hard. Yes, like that. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Claire continued to grunt enchantingly as Peter rogered her naughtiest hole passionately.
“Oh, Claire. Thanks! This is so good!” he shouted as he shagged her relentlessly up her bum.
“No, ugh, problem,” Claire replied. “Anything, ugh, to make your, ugh, head better.”
Very soon Peter came with a huge sigh, gratefully filling her butt with his spunk.
He pulled out and shuffled around to face a relieved Claire. Much to her distaste he kissed her adoringly. “Thanks. So much. I feel a lot better.”
Claire allowed him to snog her briefly, before pushing him off gently.
“I’m so pleased you’re OK. Right did you want those books?” she said, not wanting to miss a sales opportunity.
They got themselves dressed, Claire allowing him one more brief feel of her tits, before a grinning Peter paid for his novels and left with a jaunty swagger.
Claire closed the shop down and thankfully made her way home, relieved to have got to the end of the day without further incident. Who’d have thought being a volunteer would be so difficult? she thought. She couldn’t wait to go home, brush her teeth and have a shower.
On her third day in the shop, Claire was working with Mr. Sharma again.
He greeted her fondly when she arrived. “Ah, how delightful you look today, Claire,” he said gallantly as he let her in. She was wearing tight jeans, leopard-print high-heeled shoes and a sapphire blue t-shirt that stretched tightly across her generous chest.
“Thanks, Mr. Sharma,” she said. “What shall we work on today?”
“We have some more donations that have come to us from head office,” he replied. “But first, would you be so kind as to help me with this,” he said pointing to an erection tenting at his crotch.
Claire’s eyes widened. “So soon! OK, let’s go to the back room and I’ll suck you off,” she said matter-of-factly.
She knelt down and gave Mr. Sharma a long loving blowjob, even allowing him to grab her by the hair and fuck her face while he squirted into her mouth. After she’d swallowed his tasty cum, Mr. Sharma insisted that he give her an orgasm in return, Claire rather guiltily agreed without much protestation, conscious of respecting his religious needs.
Unfortunately, Mr. Sharma’s tongue was so cultured that, before she knew it, she’d come five times.
“Oh, no! No more, please. I can’t take it,” she said eventually. “Fuck that was good,” she said to him giving him a deep kiss. “Does that mean I need to make you come another four times today to maintain the cosmic balance?”
Mr. Sharma agreed that this was the case so Claire spent most of the rest of the day giving him head, even sucking him off quietly below the counter while he tranquilly served one of the very few customers of the day.
By four o’clock, Claire managed to get him to come for the third time, realising she would have to carry her karmic debt over to another day.
“Don’t worry, Claire,” Mr. Sharma kindly told her as he zipped up his flies. “I think you have done wonderfully using your skilful mouth to pleasure a man as old as me so many times. Karma, I’m sure is patient enough to wait until tomorrow to be satisfied.”
“OK. Thanks, Mr. Sharma,” Claire said, relieved that she could finally get off her knees.
As she stood up, the bell rang and Peter came in with another young man of eighteen or nineteen. In contrast to Peter, he was overweight and prematurely balding although they did both share the same silly grin when they saw Claire.