Mall Chop 2

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Part 3
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Annette stared out at her younger sister, mortified. Sara was standing there, a big grin on her face. Black hair tied up into twin ponytails, wearing a light pink sundress under the real Boy-skin leather jacket she got for her eighteenth birthday a few weeks back.

Sara gave Annette a wink before heading towards the store's opening.

Annette's mouth was dry, her blood rushing through her ears. Her eyes laser focus toward the doors hidden behind various isles.

She didn't think anyone she knew see her. It was only one hour. On a Tuesday. Barely afternoon. But Sara was here. 'Why wasn't she in school!?' Annette panicked. Hyper focused on where the doors should be.

'Calm down.' she thought. She tried focusing on her breathing. On the cool tile under her bare feet. The air caressing her swaying hard nipples. The cock slamming in and out of her nether's.

'Wait, when did…?'

She realized at some point during her mini-panic attack she gained her third customer.

'Sara's going to see me get fucked.' was her horrified thought, 'If she didn't already during Jessie's show.'

'Maybe she's not coming in.' she desperately pleaded with herself. 'Maybe she's just going to go away.'

"Looks like you're having fun." she heard Sara behind her.

'Shit.' Annette winched.

"Ah, Y-yes." the man responded. Annette thought she recognized his voice.

Awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

"W-well I should be going." he stammered out, His cock leaving her.

'An old teacher maybe?' she mused

"See you tomorrow Mr. Edwards!" Sara cheerfully exclaimed stepping into Annette's vision.

'My old math teacher was just fucking me.' Annette numbly realized. Remembering she saw a bad car crash on her way to her morning classes.

It had taken down a few power lines.

Apparently her old high school was closed for the day.

"I don't think he saw your face." Sara offhandedly remarked, looking Annette in the eyes. Her grin growing wide.

"So Annie, new job or new fetish?" she asked, amusement in her tone.

"Please don't tell anyone. Don't share that picture." Annette pleaded. "I just needed a quick hundred seventy bucks to make this month's rent."

Jeff started cleaning her, seeming to ignore the family drama.

Sara eyes softened a little. "And what are you going to do for me, to make it worth my while?" amusement fading from her tone, replaced with something Annette didn't recognize.

"Not anything long-term given, well…" she gestured at the guillotine.

Sara gazed at Tina, her right hand at her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. "Your coworker put on an incredible show."

"You to Annie, both of them." she added after a short pause.

"They left me with a small need." Sara breathlessly added. Her hand wandering down her body and cupping on of her breasts.

A hard nipple poked through her sun-dress. Annette knew Sara rarely wore bras, her chest at the awkward spot in between C and D-cups. Today was no different.

"I can buy time with your body, but I can't make you do anything, so.." her left hand lifting her dress slightly. Just enough to show she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Your tongue to silence mine." she offered. Her face flush with excitement

The past few decades had reduced the taboo of incest to just a little worse then a foot fetish on the weird kink scale.

Annette had never thought of having sex with a family member before.

She had never thought of posing naked in the mall. Fucking anyone that paid.

Today was a day of firsts it seemed.

"Yeah. Sure. Just delete that photo!" Annette agreed, trying to look Sara in the eyes but finding them wander to her breasts and bare pussy.

Sara dropped the front of her dress as she hopped in excitement, asking Jeff, "She agreed so I don't have to pay, right?"

"Technically, you still gotta pay." Jeff had finished cleaning Annette, walking into her view and heading to his spot next to Jessie and Tina. He winked at Sara. "So don't let my boss find out."

Annette's mind locked on her sister's approaching pussy. She wondered if she would feel her trimmed pubic hair on her face. She wasn't sure what to do, she had never gone down on another girl before.

'I'll just try want I like done on me.' she resolved. The guillotine keeping her from seeing to far up, so she could no longer see Sara's face. It was a struggle just to see the underside of her clothed breasts.

Sara then lifted the front of her dress again and tossed the end over Annette's head, reducing her world to just her sister's pussy.

'At least no one will watch me do this.' Annette mused, not keen to add any more humiliation to her day.

With Sara's hand on her head through the thin fabric, Annette stretched out her head as far as she could. Her lips meeting Sara's lower ones with a gentle kiss, then Annette's tongue made it's way into her sister's private depths.

A low moan echoed from Sara as Annette began licking up her slit, the middle of her tongue dragging across her clit. The pressure growing as its end drew closer until the tip passing over it with a flick. The whole process started over this time her tongue pushing both in, and to the right.

"You've done this before Annie." Sara groaned out teasingly.

Annette ignored her, focusing on her task. Their positioning and the guillotine making it a little difficult, but Sara's moans and groans drew her onwards. She always enjoyed giving head to her few boyfriends. The arousal returning within her said this was no different

As Sara began grinding her hips forward, Annette started pulling her head back to avoid being suffocated against her sisters snatch. A single hand griped her hip as long cock plowed into her. Her next customer didn't mind sharing it seemed.

"Don't stop Annie." Sara half-pleaded, half-demanded. Annette having paused when the new cock bottomed out and started the growing more familiar motions of purely selfish fucking. She quickly resumed her incestuous work.

Sara didn't mind sharing ether.

Annette was having her first threesome with her sister and totally anonymous stranger. Her head in a functional guillotine. Public for all to see.

A day of firsts indeed.

With her whole body rocking back and forth it was hard to keep to a technique. The basic pattern remained the same, but she mixed it up a little. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Softer, harder. With a little hum in her mouth. Sara's quickening breath and louder moans rewarding her for her attempts.

With low throaty moans and high-pitched squeaks, Sara rocked on the balls of her feet. Some people might think she was faking them, but after sharing a wall with her the last four years Annette knew her sister was just loud. Sara just couldn't keep quiet, even after a mortifying talk with their mother a few years back.

Now Sara was owning her pleasure. Unashamed in this open setting.

Annette own pleasure was still growing. Driven as much by her sister moans as the cock pounding in her. She was getting close, squeezing her legs together as close as she could. Milking as much ecstasy from the pistoning shaft as she could before it inevitably left her.

Both of Sara's hand grabbed her hair through the sun-dress. "More, more." she groaned, knees shaking from Annette's amateur tongue. Mashing her bound sister's face against her crotch.

Annette couldn't breathe. Her attempts at telling Sara to let her go muffled against her sisters mound. A small part her brain not panicking thought 'If this is how I snuff it today, I'm going to haunt Sara for the rest of her life.'

Annette tried not to moan or scream hoping to get Sara's attention.

It worked

"Sorry." Sara genuinely said releasing Annette's head. She took long ragged breaths, resting her forehead on her sister's stomach, enjoying the slightly musky air. Slowly composing herself, Sara gently rubbing her head through the fabric of her dress.

A shock of cold ran up her spine as the moist towelette Jeff used to clean her began its work. Her customer had finished and left while she was suffocating.

Lifting her head up, her mouth and tongue returning to her sister's soaked snatch. She wasn't going to leave her wanting like she had been so many times today.

Sara placed her hand back on Annette's head, her moans quickly returning.

Focusing on the work in front of her she couldn't help but sway her ass, trying to land her next customer.

She desperately wanted to cum.

'Maybe i can convince Sara to return the favor?' she thought, gently sucking on her sister's clit.

It wasn't long before Sara buried Annette's face in her twitching pussy. Legs shaking and a long guttural moan signifying her orgasm.

"Please keep going. Gently. I like to slowly come down." Sara breathlessly asked, quickly letting go of Annette's head.

Annette slowly licked her sister pussy, it twitching a little with each full pass. She didn't mind letting her enjoy the afterglow.

"There you are!" A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Annette froze.

It was their mother.

Sara pulled her dress down tighter around head, trying to conceal Annette's face. "Well i wasn't going to just wait outside the salon for a whole hour." she verbally shot at her mother.

"You could have told me where you were going. You know cell reception is spotty in here." their mother sniped back. "I only knew you were here because I saw you through the window."

Annette was barely breathing. She silently thanked her friend Diane for talking her out of getting that shoulder tattoo last year.

"Can I at least finish?" Sara half-whined to their mother.

"Sure." she relented slightly exasperated

Sara rocked back and forth on her legs. "I can't with you here." she quietly admitted.

"Fine I'll be waiting by the registers." their mother spoke, brokering no argument.

Sara and Annette we're both still for a few moments before Sara stopped trying to pull her shirt over Annette's head and broke the silence

"Just a little more?" she begged

"If mom finds me here because you're screwing around, I'm telling her where you hide your Buzz." Annette said in a low tone.

Buzz was a legal recreational drug though most parents frowned on it's use. Theirs included.

"Harsh…" Sara spoke softly as she stepped backwards, allowing her dress to fall back to its normal place.

"But fair!" she concluded grinning, meeting Annette's eyes.

Her grin taking a sad edge

"Hope to see you later Annie." she genuinely offered before walking past her, having to go the long way around to avoid cutting across the presentation stage. A comforting hand touching Annette's shoulder.

"Just try to not look so delicious!" she jokingly added.

With a cheerful "Bye" Annette dared not return in case her mother heard her Sara left.

Annette saw Jeff busy with a customer. Her gaze met Tina's rotating eyes

"You saw nothing." she told Tina with a flat tone and a small smile on her lips.

Tina's body shook, laughter muffled by the spit that impaled her.

Annette glanced out the nearby window and quickly turned her head as Sara and her mother passed. She hoped she was fast enough that her mother didn't see her as the two had seem to be talking the brief moment see had saw them.

Jeff cleaned her mouth relatively quickly compared to his usual job.

Annette spied the nearby clock her body sinking back has her next customer entered her metaphorical doors and began pumping away.

'Forty-three minutes left.' she thought. Grinding her hips backwards. 'I can do forty-three more minutes.'

'Just please let me cum soon.'

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