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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Straight Fiction: Black Friday

By: Unknown Author
"Oh, my God!" I said when I saw the parking lot around the department store. "This place is going to be packed."

"Of course it's going to be packed!" Mom said with some exasperation. "Moxie's is having a buy one get one half price sale! God, I just hope that they haven't sold out of Juniper Galens yet!"

I would have asked who Juniper Galen was, but I really didn't care. Getting dragged by your Mom down to a department store the day after Thanksgiving is a real bitch! But she'd been busted and had her driver's license revoked for D.U.I. (Translation, she'd had a few drinks and then tried to drive home that way instead of calling a cab), and now she was stuck with pestering the rest of the family when she wanted to go somewhere. And she'd made it clear that if one of us wouldn't drive her she'd drive herself, without a license! That made Dad and my younger brother her de facto chauffeurs. Me, I was in college and mostly out of the loop, thank God, but I'd come home for the holiday and Mom had immediately laid the burden gratefully on my doorstep.

We found a spot after about five minutes of circling the parking lot, and I pulled in and killed the motor. As Mom grabbed for the door handle, I said, "How long are you going to be?"

"You're not going to sit out here, are you?" she asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind." I may have been a girly-girl in most ways, but unlike most women, I hated to shop. No, I preferred to go out with a purpose, know what I needed, go to the store, get it, and get out. Not Mom, she was a true shop-a-holic.

"God, Monica, come on, live a little for a couple of hours!" she said. "You can get some great deals, maybe even get some Christmas shopping done, too!"

"So you're just going to be a couple of hours?" I asked, hopefully, but still with a groan.

"You don't think I'm going to leave until I've looked at everything they've got, do you? I mean, it is a once-a-year sale."

God, this was not just an errand, this was going to screw up my entire afternoon!

"Come in and get yourself some new clothes."

"I don't need any new clothes," I grumbled.

"What woman doesn't want new clothes? You can at least come in and see, can't you? Moxie's says that they have something for everyone!"

I just sat there and scrunched up my face.

"Ok, if you want to wait out here, fine, only don't expect me to hurry just because you are out here waiting for me."

"Okay, okay," I grumped, "I'll go in."

Inside was pandemonium, and Mom soon disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to fend for myself. The inside of the store was practically wall-to-wall women, pushing past each other, holding clothes up to themselves and asking each other how they looked. There was a line at the dressing rooms and a cacophony of sound. There was a tone to their voices that was piercing in a way that had nothing to do with their decibel-level. I could just imagine that dogs must be howling for miles around from that sound, while I just felt itchy and wincing from it. The few men around were equally uncomfortable-looking, surrounded by waves of estrogen-driven sales and discounts and returns and layaways.

I found the store directory. Shit, Moxie's was just a clothing and housewares store! I was hoping they'd at least have an electronics department so I could pick out a new laptop for my Christmas list, maybe buy a few DVD's, too, something to occupy my time and keep me away from the mob that had taken over the women's apparel department.

I decided, since I was there, that I would head to the store's men's department and maybe find something for my Dad for Christmas. Their men's department was one sixth the size of the women's department, maybe less. But I was there and it was the best I could do until Mom got tired of trying on clothes.

The men's department was a surprise to me. I mean, the rest of the store was packed, but this one area was effectively empty. A few forlorn sale signs here and there had a random couple of women at them, but that was all. Apparently their sale didn't extend to men's clothes. I didn't even have the 'buy one get one half price' sale to drive my urge to buy. Shit, Moxie's cost more, more than I was used to spending anyway!

So I was wandering around the clothing racks rather dejectedly, looking at the clothes that I wasn't even thinking of buying. Moxie's did have some unusual shirts, I decided as I looked at one rack. They were almost Hawaiian, but their designs weren't the usual flowers, they were like clippings of old newspapers all pasted together.

I was craning my neck trying to see what they were about, and wham! I ran right into him. Hit him hard, right in the chest, and I bounced back and fell to the floor, flat on my ass, bumping my head as I went on down.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked me.

I looked up at him, for he was practically on top of me, one of his legs between mine as he looked down on me. This gave him a distorted look, like he was all legs and crotch and only a bit of upper body, his head attached at an angle atop it. This good-looking black man was like a god that had taken human form, standing over me, towering up to the sky.

"Are you all right?" he asked me again.

"Yeah," I said. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

He extended his hand down, offering to help me up. I took the hand and he heaved, and I was lifted by the raw force of this man, and he was strong! That was the first impression I had of him, and then I had my second impression of him when I got back perpendicular. That was when I hit that body of his.

See, he had gotten too close to me, and when I stood up my feet were still in between his and my entire body length impacted his. My right knee hit his shin, my chest hit his sternum as his chest struck my neck (he was a few inches taller than me) and my lower stomach found his crotch nuzzling into it, while my own rested on his upper thigh.

"You should be more careful," he said to me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm all right," I said. And my voice came out small, for he embodied everything that made up a man. In this estrogen-soaked environment he was total testosterone, raking my body, pouring over me.  I wet my lips as I had these thoughts and feelings, and he smiled.

"You're more than all right," he said, flashing me a sexy grin.

I didn't have to ask what he meant by that, I knew, and I just stood there like a fool, staring into his eyes, and a feeling came over my entire body. Without even really thinking about it, I put my arms around him and my mouth to his and kissed him, right there, in the middle of the men's department!

When I pulled away, he didn't act shocked. Instead he was smiling and I could feel the newly formed hardness of his crotch pressing into me. I didn't normally hook up with random strangers, but I wanted him. I let him know this by reaching my hand down and rubbing his hard-on through his pants. He looked around and simply said, "Over there," indicating the dressing rooms.

I hadn't expected to do it right there in the department store, but still I followed behind him when he headed that way.

I went in first, and when I turned around he grabbed me again. This time his lips kissed my neck, and kissed hard! His arms bent me backward and the bulge in his pants rammed up against my crotch, and he rutted against me. The raw sexuality of this was exhilarating. I'd never felt such a raw rush of passion rise up in me, I wanted this man right now and I didn't care what I had to do, who saw us, what the consequences were, I wanted him. He had me now and he could do whatever he liked!

What he wanted to do was pull my clothes from me. First my shirt, and then my pants were dropped to my ankles, my panties following them.

I was his, and when he pushed on my shoulder he didn't have to push me beyond guiding me. I lowered myself to the dressing room bench for him and spread my legs at the touch of his hand on my thigh.

Lowering himself to his knees, his tongue immediately dove into my pussy! God, the touch of that soft, warm probe had me practically reaching orgasm right then! As it was, I was whining like a lost puppy, and I was lost, lost in the quivering ecstatic touch of that tongue!

"Uh, uh, mmm, uh, uh, ah!" I grunted.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah!" I moaned.

His tongue returned to my cunt jabbing at my clit, and I moaned again, a long, keening sound.

"Oh, God!" I sighed when he let go again. "God, that's so good."

"You ready for me?" he growled.

"Yeah, oh, yeah, so ready!"

He reached for his zipper and quickly pulled it down. When he pulled his cock out, my eyes widened. He definitely fit the stereotype, and I couldn't wait to feel his long, fat cock slide deep into my spit-slicked pussy.

He wasted no time in guiding his large member to between my legs, and then he pushed the head into me, that huge swollen cockhead spreading my cunt, and I groaned. "Yeah, here it comes," he said. "Feel that fat dick sliding into you? You like that?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah, God!" I moaned.

"Want more of it?" he taunted me.

"God, yeah, give me all of it. Come on, fuck me!" I begged shamelessly.

He took me at my word, shoving all of his cock into my cunt with one push. "That's all of it," he said. "You like that?"

"Oh, yeah!" I groaned as I felt his thick meat stretching my pussy wider than it had been stretched in a long time, perhaps ever, and felt his cock deeper in me than any other cock I can remember. The term "Black Friday" suddenly took on a whole new meaning for me, and I liked – no loved – the kind of deal I was getting right now!

He then slowly pulled out of me, and then just as slowly pushed it back in. "How about that?"

"God, you're driving me crazy! Fuck me!"

He kept making slow motions, and I felt an animal urge rising up in me. I wanted to claw and tear at him until he did what I wanted! I let out a growl like I'd never done before, and it was sheer bestial frustration.

It was what he'd been waiting for. He began to move faster then, and I lowered my growl into a lower register. He began to fuck me in earnest, and I was reduced to the sound of purring.

"Ah, yeah, such a hot girl! I knew it the moment I saw you there on the floor,"
 he panted to me as he rammed my pussy. "I knew you'd want me to fuck you."

"I knew it, too." I gasped out. "God, yeah, I don't want you to ever stop fucking me. Come on, harder! Fuck me harder, harder and faster!"

He complied, and I was now having my hips slammed with his hips as he drove that big black cock into me with every stroke, thrusting his powerful tool in and out of me, and I was groaning louder and louder.

His hand came over my mouth and stifled me. "Quiet down!" he whispered. "Shit, we're in a fucking department store! We're going to get caught!"

He removed his hand and I groaned, "I don't care! Just fuck me, please!"

"God, you're hot!" he marveled. "Shit, this hot pussy of yours is driving me mad!"

"So is your big cock!" I groveled. "Fuck me harder, please! Make me cum!"

I'm not sure just what he did, but suddenly his cock was stroking my pussy in a way it hadn't before. Suddenly every motion he made went right to my lust and raised it higher!

"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" I groaned. "Like that, fuck me like that! Come on, harder, harder!"

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he gasped. "Shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, shoot it, shoot it!" I groaned.

"Uh, gah, uh, shit, here it comes! Yeah, I'm cumming, ah, ah, ahh uh, gah, uh, gah shit, uh, gah, fuck, gah ah-ah-ah...hannnnhhhh guh-uh, hnnnnkkkhhhh!" he moaned as quietly as he could.

And while my partner filled my cunt with his jizz, I reached orgasm, too, my love juice leaking out of my pussy, forcing some of his jism to squirt out and back onto him. I could feel the hot seed as it jetted out of me and onto his grunting, thrusting body.

Done, we sagged down, and it was lucky we did, because there were suddenly female voices chattering away nearby.

"Did you hear that?"

"It came from over here."

"I swear, you hear about this sort of thing, but you never expect to run into it."

"Some people, they're just so very crude!"

Shit! That last one was my Mother!

"I'm calling security," one of the voices announced.

"Shit!" the man in the dressing room with me whispered. "We've got to get out of here!"

He rose up, ducked back down for a time, and then looked again. "They're gone. Come on! We'll have to get out the back way!"

"There's a back way?"

"Fire exit," he confirmed. "It'll set off an alarm, so we hit it and run and keep running, you got me?"

"I got you," I said. "Oh my God, I can't believe we did that... here!"

"Me neither," he said. "I was dragged here by my mother and ended up with the hottest sex of my life."

"Me too!" I said.

"Hurry up, get dressed," he said as he tucked his dick back in his pants, and zipped up.

As I started quickly throwing on my clothes he said, "I want to see you again."

"I'd love to see you again, too," I agreed.

He smiled and then said, "Well, we don't exactly have time to exchange numbers right now, so let's meet back here tomorrow, at the front doors, right at noon. We can exchange phone numbers then."

"Noon tomorrow," I said in confirmation and agreement.

"Right! Let's go!" he said.

And we raced for the door. The fire alarm made a screeching howl as we went through it, but other than that we didn't run into anybody. Outside, we were in an alley and I saw the parking lot, looked around, and the man - the stranger - who had just fucked me was running the other way.

I got back to the parking lot and saw crowds of people exiting the store. I made my way back to my car and looked back. There were security guards outside, too, but I knew they had no idea it was me who had been in that dressing room having sex and knew I was safe. I sat down inside my car and just put my head back to catch my breath and let my heartbeat settle back down to normal.

My Mom made her way over to the car a few minutes later. "There you are," she said as she got in.

"What's going on?" I asked, pointing at the crowd of people outside the store, acting completely innocent.

"Oh you are not going to believe this! They made us evacuate the building!" she griped. "A couple of perverts were going at it in the men's department and ran out the fire exit, which set off the fire alarm, and they treated it like it was a real fire. They made us drop everything we had in our hands. They wouldn't even let us make our purchases first, even though they knew it was a false alarm. I had so many items, too, so many good deals, including my Juniper Galens! I can't believe this!"

"Should have done like me," I said. "I got what I wanted and then got the hell out of there."

"So what did you get dear?"

"I'm picking it up tomorrow."

Mom smiled. "I told you," she said triumphantly. "Moxie's has something for everyone."

"They sure do!" I agreed.
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