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Busy At Work 4 Pervy PeterShopping was next on my list. I wanted a few new bras and had this wicked feeling that I was going to get brave enough to leave both Mr Richards and Mr Wallace a pair of wet, musky smelling panties. If I was going to be leaving such a tidbit, I may as well have fun buying some new ones. I knew that Friday afternoon was Senior day at the little department store downtown and they leave this nice old man in that back taking care of both dressing rooms. Since the economy shit the bed, all the stores have been dead and on Friday, anyone that had a life was at the bank cashing their paychecks to go out and get inebriated.Straight to the car from the bus I went. Against my better judgment, I tried to start the old Volvo only to find myself wearing down the battery in a poor attempt to glide the old thing down to the gas station. Dead. “I killed it” I said out loud and tried to think of the best solution…I was kind broke at the moment as I was still catching up from missing Marks financial help. There was also a nice vodka packed stint of drinking and ordering dinner out. . I had two choices of garages that were within blocks and easy to walk to. I had no desire to lug a battery back let alone a gas can. Looking down at my attire, I grabbed my bag and decided to get a good deal from pervy Peter Anderson. He was always crude and rude but gave me a good deal, and I was obviously on a role in the flashing department. I’d miss teasing the old man at the dressing room but I had an easy shot with the horny and obviously depraved mechanic.It was a few blocks and around the corner and the neighborhood seemed quiet kastamonu escort for the time of day. Pervy Peter was talking to a customer about why a cracked engine block was real bad thing. “Moron” I told myself looking at the middle aged man with manicured fingernails and a perfectly groomed hair cut. My Dad had a garage that was a few miles away was the next town and Peter knew him before he passed away. I spent much of my c***dhood there with my three brothers after my took off and he knew not to screw around with me. I knew my car. I obviously knew how to kill it too, but I assured myself that the battery had seen five winters in New England so she was bound to go. I sat down and looked at the horrid self serve coffee area and plotted my dick hardening scheme. This one would be easy as Peter was always offering me perverted discounts. “Let me see your titties Mia” he said when I came in for a set of brake pads “I’ll do the job for free if you just hang ’em over the counter and let me take a picture.” At that time it had just repulsed me, and the idea of touching him still made my stomach churn, but this was going to be a tease. I was one with the power when a man’s dick was hard for me. It was then that it dawned on me that the whole flashing thing empowered me. It gave me a sense of control.The mechanically challenged suit finally left and Peter noticed me sitting there, my legs crossed and my arm up on the back of the filthy bench giving him a nice angle on cleavage. “Well! Mia! Don’t you look delicious today!” he said leering and leaning over the counter for a better look. “what can I do ya for…or can I just…DO escort kastamonu you??!!” He laughed as if he was actually funny and I said, in a sexy voice “Well, Peter, I was hoping I could get a real special deal”. He eyeballed me from head to toe like he was taking measurements and said “Really?? Am I going to finally get to see those gorgeous titties?? I should be so lucky!”. I slowly uncrossed my legs, and spread them enough for him to see my sheer blue panties riding up my pussy. I leaned forward a little and whispered toward him. “I’ll give you a little dance if you bring a battery and some gas up to my car…” and I licked my lips for him. Without hesitation , Pervy Peter stood up like a soldier “Let me just take you to my office, my dear, so I can see those melons shake!” He went over and flipped the closed sign and locked the door. I walked ahead of him to his office and swayed my hips. “My my my you sexy thing…do a little dance for me!” As he closed the office door. He sat down on his chair and wheeled it out from behind the desk and leaned back so that he was about three feet away. “I’m gonna show ya these Peter…you like them?” as I made circles around my breasts with my hands. “Oh fuck yeah!” Peter said as he grabbed at the bulge in his pants.”Those tits make my cock real fuckin hard! Pull em out!”. I smiled and unbuttoned a few buttons. With an effortless little shake my tits would bounce out of the bra and spill out of the blouse. I teased him a little, dancing to no music, and I finally heaved my chest out and gave a shake. My Tits flopped out , one at a time and I waved them back and forth. kastamonu escort bayan Peter was squeezing is dick and I stopped to softly caress my nipples. “Oh fuck yeah” he said with his mouth hanging open. I grabbed both nipples and pulled them upward. I lifted my tits up and let go so they could bounce. I did this several times. This was obviously too much for him because he took microseconds to whip his dick out of his pants. It was quite small and he only needed a few fingers to stroke it. “Do you like my cock Mia?” he said. “Oh yes..” I said, trying not to laugh. He was pulling at his little cock at record speed and I said “Do you want to see my titties bounce like this?” . I hopped up and down and bounced my tits hard and this delighted him. “Oh fuck yeah” was about the extent of this guys vocabulary so I went with it. “Fuck these!” I said grabbing my tits and heaving them towards him with an up and down tittyfucking motion. ” Imagine fucking these Peter! Imagine your cock between these!”. Peters small cock could take now more and he shot a very large load out of his very small dick which spewed out like a volcano, oozing out around his hand. His tongue was hanging out and I took the opportunity to shove my tits back into the lace confines that I called a bra. “Fuck yeah” he muttered.“Ya need to bring me a battery and some gas Peter. I’m headed home.” I said, as if I didn’t just watch him spew cum at me. “Wait and I’ll drive ya” he said with a weird and hopeful look. “No thanks, I need to make a call so I’m gonna walk on over”. I left him there with his wet dick in his hands.I hurried out of his office and felt oddly proud of hardening and making two cocks cum in one day! Three if you count Mr. Richards jerking off to the thought of me! If pervy Peter hurried up with the battery I could get to that dressing room and make it four with that old fellow at the department store.

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