The guy handled the yogurt just in front of my face.
“Here you have, sir,” he said.
I was distracted by his looks, a tall and tanned guy, about 23, with deep black hair. He seemed Mediterranean, maybe Italian. He had a yellow apron that read:
Yogurt And More
Massimo Rocca
Salesman
I knew that he was Italian! Or at least, Italian descent.
I got to see a few of his chest hair. This, together with his broad shoulders, was enough to make me get horny.
“Oh, I almost forgot it!” he exclaimed suddenly, taking his hand to the head,
He looked so charming doing so!
“Do you want standard or special service?” he asked.
“Well…I don’t know…what’s about the special one?'” I asked, shrugging.
Suddenly, his gesture changed from casual to mischievous. He bent his body above the bar and kissed me with great passion through it; I felt his lotion and his salad-taste breath.
“You will not be sorry about that choice, puppet,” he whispered in my ear.
After this, the cashier girl opened the lateral door on the bar, inviting me to pass over in a very suggestive way.
I passed, somehow confused. The Italian guy guided me across the exhibition room, behind which there was another room with refrigerators filled with yogurt buckets.
There were also some bottles on a lateral bar; the girl pulled one of them, and in an instant, it opened a strange and well-camouflaged door at the bottom of the room. If she didn´t do that, I would still think that this was a simple wall like any other.
Through this secret gate, we came into a very odd room that nobody would imagine in a yogurt stand: the walls were all covered by red and white silk curtains, there was a sex divan in a corner, and there was a pink felt-lined shelf with a very variated collection of sexual toys.
The air conditioner was set to the lowest temperature.
Completing the furniture, there was a shining pole dance bar in the center of the hall. This sure would be the wet dream of every single man on earth.
“Get comfortable,” Massimo said. “The show will start soon.”.
I feel at this point the need to describe myself: I am a 45-year-old man, pale, with incipient baldness and a bit of belly fat. I have reddish hair, medium-sized gray eyes, and a mustache. Despite my family man look, I’m not married nor do I have children.
Some perstepsons find me overwhelmingly attractive, despite these insipid features. They see me as a DILF. It is possible; after all, there is nothing definitive about preferences.
I sat down on a red and fluffy love seat. This was unheard of: a whorehouse camouflaged behind a yogurt store in a whole family mall?
But it seems that I was the only one unaware of this, judging by the big and full tips bottle over the night table.
The girl played a pop theme I casually like very much, and, indeed, the show started.
Dancing provocatively, Massimo took off his apron and threw it to me; the girl did the same.
The girl removed the guy’s shirt, leaving exposed to my sight a very well-built trunk; she fondled all his chest and hard muscled belly and caught with her lips one of his protuberant nipples.
He sighed noisily, raising his head. From my perspective, I could see his voluminous hair and his Adam’s apple on the large neck. This boy had Antinoo´s features, including those woman’s-like lips, half-closed this stepmoment.
She traced his features with her fingertips; he caught one of them with his lips. He took advantage of the stepmoment to remove her shirt and throw it to me.
It had both the yogurt store logotype and both their names and charge embroidered on it, the same as the aprons. I smelled it deeply; it smelled of perspiration, of man and woman bodies. Massimo and Jane, I read on it both.
The girl’s red lingerie bra landed on the top of my head while I was very busy checking the shirts.
I raised the head to them again just when Jane, always dancing at the pop theme rhythm, unzipped the tight Massimo jeans with some difficulty.
She rubbed purposefully his rod through the underpants with her right hand while with the other she pinched him on the nipples. Massimo sighed with a clear voice, almost as a woman. He is strong and virile, but some twinks too, just as I like boys.
He managed somehow to take off her pants, despite his libido; she continued rubbing his rod until it protruded from his underpants. Always waving with the rhythm, she took care now to remove his pants and underpants both at a time.
I couldn’t endure it any more and nervously tried to unzip my own jeans; my hands didn’t obey me for a while, but finally I got it, and my huge erection came out like a compressed spring.
I began to wank myself with the amusing show; my rosy bud got turgid; it sure wanted to release all its tension.
Jane’s panties fell on my face; I pushed them against my nose and mouth, smelling all Jane’s woman essence.
Without stopping dancing, Massimo kissed Jane’s lips passionately from behind her, while with the left hand, he touched her on the breasts, and with the right, he spread her inner lips and fondled her clit.
“Ah, ah, ah! Enjoy me, you pervert!” she exclaimed.
Jane put Massimo down, with his pretty bubble butt facing me; she spread his butt and fondled his balls. She took her fingers to her mouth and licked it evilly.
Massimo sighed heavily and spread the ass more yet with his hands.
Jane approached her tiny pink pussy to Massimo’s lips; he licked deeply while Jane pushed a finger into his tight and tanned ass.
“Oh yes, babe…I’m entirely yours! Enjoy me all!”
Jane and Massimo both sigh loudly. The music didn’t matter at this point.
I got to pull my pants and underpants down and take off my shoes… I always thought that half nudity is more interesting and pretty than full nudity.
They both called me with a finger signal.
Massimo wanted to take away my shirt, but I rejected it. I feared that I was too tough with this sensible boy.
“I like more half nudity,” I explained with a confident tone.
“Oh yes, it is very amusing,” he whispered in my ear with this sexy Italian accent.
They both fondled me all over the body. Jane went to my mouth and kissed me passionately; she touched my nipples through the shirt too.
Massimo caught my tasty and portuberant bud with his greedy woman lips.
I erupted strongly and deeply into Massimo’s mouth.
Massimo moved away, gagging by my profuse sperm shot. But he finally got to swallow it all.
Jane went to the poole bar and danced for we both. She slipped lustily over the pole, rubbing strongly the breasts and pussy against it. I always wanted to smell and lick some of those bars to capture the inner lips, vagina, and butthole odor and taste from it.
We both gave her a great ovation.
She returned with us. I licked her pussy, and Massimo licked her breasts; she squirted strongly on my mouth.
I lifted and penetrated her intensely. Her eyes were almost rolling. She sighed heavily, like a banshee.
Massimo gave me a bit of a taste of his delight bud.
We both went to the love seat.
Jane guided Massimo to face the seat and put him down with the butthole raised. She guided my head then.
Understanding immediately what she pretended, I licked deeply on Massimo’s delight hole; some lines of thin hair made it yet more tasteful.
Later I was pumping into Massimo with all my rod; his warming gave me an indescribable pleasure, enough to make me erupt heavily again in his rectum.
“Ahhhh, ohhhh,” Massimo sighed.
“Mmmm-y-y-y penis, please.”
Unable to hold on to my lust, I turned him to face me a bit toughly. His thin and medium-sized penis was hard like the pole bar.
I put Jane to do him a blowjob. I fondled them both.
Massimo erupted so profusely that sperm stood out of Jane’s mouth.
Jane had the mouth filled with Massimo sperm. We both kissed, sharing the sperm taste and handling our genitals…
“You must come more often from now,” Massimo said later, kissing me. “Even if you do not have money for the tips…”
Despite the air conditioner, it seemed at this point that global warming is affecting this room.
“Yes, you’re a very nice guy,” Jane replied.
I was too absorbed in this stepmoment; this was perfect….
“It is $2.50.” Jane said, “Cash or card?”
“Sir, are you okay?” Massimo asked, moving the hand in front of my face.
“Oh, yes, yes…don’t worry!” I replied, still somewhat confused.
“And what about the special service?” I asked later, a bit hopefully.
“Yes, you asked for it, and we did,” Massimo said. “We add to your order cream, jelly, and cherries, the extra ingredients of special service; enjoy it.”.
“We hope that you had enjoyed our service, sir,” they said both politely.
“Indeed I did,” I confirmed.
I walked to another place in the giant mall, feeling myself strange and clumsy.
“It will never happen, actually; you must realize it once and for all.”.
