James Hunter regarded his nails as he glanced at the shop door from time to time to reassure himself that there were no customers to catch him doing his manicure. His job required his appearance to be impeckable; the clientel he dealt with was the vain part of the upper class. It was unusual for him to arrive at work with dirty fingernails, but he had spent the night with his date in the most delightful manner, causing him to sleep to long and barely reporting in time for today's work. But it had been worth it, every minute of it, he said to himself. As he thought of the pleasures of the previous night, the door bell suddenly tingled. Quickly, he straightened himself and prepared his "The-customer-is-always-right"-smile, as an elderly man stepped into the shop. "Good morning, Lord Reginald", he said. "Yes, a damn fine one, if I do say so myself", the lord replied as he stepped further into the shop. "If my memory isn't playing tricks on me, I'd say it's your wife's 26th year birthday tomorrow, am I right?" "Ah, so you remembered it, eh?" "Of course, Lord Reginald", James smiled. "Old pig!", he thought. "I'll just browse a bit." James made a mental sigh. The old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least 30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the stones. The bell rang again. James' interest in the lord dropped immediately the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24, entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way. "Good morning, miss", he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful, her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress. "Hi", she said with a warm, light voice, sounding every bit as sexy as she looked. "You must be Jim Hunter", she said, shaking his hand with quite a tight grip for a woman. "I'm Sarah Preston. Fin Grimes told me all about you", she explained. "Hopefully not all", said James, making her smile again. "How's his fashion shop doing?" "Never better, he told me." "James, I can't quite decide. I'll check some other shops before I make my choice, okay?", the lord said as he started towards the door. "Fine, Lord Reginald", James replied, almost sighing with relief. "Now, miss, what can I do for you", he asked, redirecting his attention to the attractive blonde before him.

He found himself staring into the barrel of a gun. James was no expert on firearms, but he had never seen such a big hole before. Actually, it was a magnum .357, but it could have been a .20, that made no difference to James. He felt cold sweat burst forth on his forehead as he lifted his gaze to Sarah's face, if that was her real name. Kind of funny, he thought, her expression hadn't changed, almost as if she wasn't pointing a large gun at his head. She waved the revolver, beckoning him to come out in front of the counter. "Now, Jim, you're going to walk casually around the shop and pick all of the most valuable stones and gems out for me and put them in this bag", she said, still smiling. She handed him the bag, and like in a trance he did as told. He tried to select a cheap diamond, but then heard her voice behind him : "Ah-ah, naughty boy Jim! You wouldn't deny me the best you can offer, now would you?" As he felt something hard pressing into his back, he shook his head and quickly dropped the gem. He could't cheat her, it seemed. After a short walk around the shop that seemed to take hours to James, she was satisfied. "Good boy, Jim, now give Sarah the bag." He slowly handed it to her, and she put it in her purse. "Now, there's only one little thing before I go...", she said. James felt the panic rise inside of him. This was the critical point; she was probably going to shoot him - he could identify her to the police. But to his surprise, that wasn't her intention. His eyes widened, as he saw her lifting up her short dress, all the way to her stomache, exposing her naked pussy. "Eat me!", she commanded. James had frozen, staring at her exposed sex. He heard a click as she cocked the hammer of the revolver. "Come on, Jim, this is going to be fun!", she said, pointing the gun at him. He knelt quickly, and she leant back towards the counter as he positioned himself between her firm, slender thighs. She was a real blonde, and her pussy was covered with the prettiest mat of pubic hair James had ever laid his eyes on. He started slowly to lick her cunt. Her cunt lips were already engorged and pouting, inviting a private kiss.

His tongue slid up and down her tight lips, making him remember last night, where he had been doing exactly the same thing. She sighed faintly and caressed his neck with her free hand. Her pussy smelled wonderful, and her juices was slowly leaking from her slit. James had almost forgotten his fear now. Maybe if he gave her some really good head, she'd let him live. He forced his tongue inside her cunt, making her moan quietly. He then carefully parted her pussy lips with his fingers and started flitting her clitoris. This time she moaned louder. "That right, Jim, eat my little pussy", she sighed, then gasped as he sucked her clit into his mouth, swatting it with his tongue-tip, all the while probing her cunt with a finger. She sighed again, then said "You see, Jim, my little pussy always get sooo wet when I do my "shopping", it weeps for someone to kiss it and make it feel alll better...Oh yeah, right there!" James, still aware of the gun in her hand, was licking for dear life as he tried to make the girl feel so good as he was able. He sucked her pussy with all of his might while gently penetrating her with his index finger. Suddenly, she gave a little scream and climaxed, her juices flowing into his mouth. Her left hand holding his neck, forced his mouth closer to her throbbing cunt as she moaned in her orgasm. After a while, it subsided and she relaesed her tight grip. "You did real good, Jim. As a reward, I'll let you fuck me." He stood, and she opened his fly and brought his penis out. It was limp,and James cursed himself for being impotent at the least fortuneate moment. "Aww, poor baby, I've made you nervous, haven't I? We'll have to do something about that." The next second, James thanked God fpr his limp dick. The feeling as she knelt before him and took his soft cock into her her warm mouth was unlike any other feeling he had ever sensed. She slowly retracted his foreskin and started flitting his cockhead with her pointy tongue. The fact that she still had the gun pointed at him didn't stop his prick from growing in her mouth. James had never been able to persuade his girlfriend to give him head, and here he was, getting blowed by a total stranger. She started to suck on his swelling cock, her loving caress making him moan deeply. Very slowly, he put his hands behind her neck and held her head. She didn't object as he slowly started to move head up and down his cock, making his now rigid prick slide in and out her hot, wet mouth. She actually let him do it! His prick glistened with her saliva as it slid almost all the way out, then it buried itself in her throat again. His cock was long and hard, but still, she did not gag. She had definitely done this before. Her head was bobbing softly up and down his prick as he held her head gently in his hands. Her hair felt incredibly soft between his fingers, and her eyes were closed. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, making small, whimpering sounds as she sucked him off.

Her soft lips closed tight around his pounding cock, and her tongue was licking his dickhead like crazy. He started fucking her mouth, grinding his hips quicker and quicker towards her face. He came suddenly in uncontrolled spurts. He yelled as huge globs of sperm pulsed out his urethra and down her throat. She swallowed quickly as more of his semen filled her mouth. He plunged his prick deep into her mouth a few more times, enjoying the last twitches of orgasm, before she let go of his cock and stood. She held him close, pointing the gun at his back and giving him a french kiss. His sperm didn't taste as bad as he would have thought it would. She stopped and smiled at him. "Was it good?" Jim could only nod. She read the awe and gratitude in his eyes as she said "Good. Lie down, Jim." He did as he was asked, and she straddled him and impaled herself on his rigid cock. She looked around and the kicked the alarm button in the floor a few feet away. He looked stunned upon her as she started fucking him. The alarm bells chimed faintly through the door to the office, but all James could sense, was the feeling of her extremely tight cunt sliding up and down his prick. She was, if possible, even more wet than before, and her pussy was hot on his cock. She started diddling her erect clit while making her small, whimpering moans. She pulled at the top of the dress with her gun hand and freed her huge, firm breasts. She began pulling at her nipples, which were already erect. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her big, swaying knockers. "You can play with my titties, if you want", she said, smiling. Jim slowly reached up and held her gigantic, soft tits. She moaned at his touch; her nipples were hard as stone as he carefully molded them. His loving caresses made her hump faster, and she climaxed with a scream. Obviously, she was a woman of mercy, for she kept op her movements after her orgasm subsided. James felt grateful; he needed release so bad he could almost scream. And he screamed. His throbbing cock shot three long, warm shots of cum deep into her cunt, before she swiftly dismounted and caught hold of his swollen, trembling prick as it spurted another load onto her face. She took it in her mouth and caught the last, huge glob of semen with her tongue. While still stroking his shaking cock, bringing forth the last few drops of sperm, she french kissed him again, and he drank his come greedily. She looked into his eyes and gave his cock a last, loving squeeze as she said "Goodbye, Jim, it's been real nice." She quickly stood, straightened her clothes and wiped her face with a hankerchief, sent him a last smile and left. He quickly dressed and checked his nails again, and a couple of minutes later, the police arrived.