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"Jaydan! What are you doing?" a stern voice snaps, bringing you back to reality as the other employee storms over. Fat and probably over fifty, the mean-looking man waddles toward you, his eyes fixed on Jaydan. Your mind tells you to flee, but Tiffany's arms just tighten around you, something that was almost enough to counter-act the fear and shame that you were feeling. Besides, with the shoes you're wearing you're not sure you'd get more than a couple of feet.

"U-uncle Ron! I was just, uh..." Jaydan stammers to a stop before proving his mettle by running away to the other side of the store, where he pretended to straighten shoe displays. Tiffany snorts behind you.

'Uncle Ron' takes a moment to glare after the boy before turning his glinting eyes on you.

"And you, you little tramp. I'm going to be having a stern word with you about acting like such a hussy. In the back, both of you!" he barks. Behind him you dimly notice the disapproving customers nodding, happy to see you in trouble.

To your surprise Tiffany doesn't even hesitate, making you even more certain that you're in real trouble as she drags you with her into the back room. Seeing your best friend so cowed astonishes you. She never seems phased by teachers bossing her around, and when other students try to give her trouble she always stands up to them.

Stepping into the back room with the two of you the man slams the door, sealing the three of you in a well-lit but small room cluttered with stacks of boxes and loose shoes.

"So, you think you can get free shoes by just showing off your hairless little cooch, do you?" he snaps, taking a few steps more towards you, driving you and Tiffany farther into the room.

"Stephi's sorry, Uncle Ron. She didn't mean to be such a bad girl. Right Stephi?"

Bad? It was all Tiffany's fault, you think, but you desperately follow her lead. "I'm sorry Uncle Ron," you parrot her. "I was a real bad girl. I was just..."

"About to let him fuck her," Tiffany exclaims loudly, making your eyes open wide. "Right here in the back room. She only wanted a pair of shoes out of it."

"N... no, I..."

"Quiet!" the man snaps, shutting your mouth instantly. "You!" he points at Tiffany. "You stand over there under the security camera."

Security camera? Why did there have to be cameras everywhere you went today?

"And you," he pointed to you as he lowered himself onto a tall stool in the center of the room. "Come over here!"

"Come over..."

"Go on, Stephi," Tiffany urges, and gives you a light push. It's enough to easily upset your balance and you stumble toward him until you your foot hits his and you topple forward over his thighs.

"Much better," Uncle Ron proclaims as his hand clamps down on your lower back, keeping your lower half from following your upper half. Unfortunately that leaves you draped over his lap like you're presented for a spanking.

After living with your new step-family you've become used to the discipline. Strangely, it was your mother who, every two weeks or so, would proclaim that you needed discipline and insisted on having Joe spank you in your underwear in the family room. It was humiliating, and painful, and so unfair because you never felt that you really deserved it. Often it would just be because you had poor grades on a test, but that wasn't your fault. You'd always had poor marks.

A moment later you feel his other hand on your rump, rubbing it the way your step-dad does before a spanking.

"A dirty little girl like you needs to be disciplined for being so shameless. Imagine, propositioning a shoe salesman with sex just to get a cheap pair of shoes that are already on sale!"

"What?"

"Silence!" he roars, and you cry out in surprise and pain as his hand smacks done on your rear. His strike isn't as hard as you've ever taken, but it's enough to remind you that your sarong is in the front, leaving your entire bottom naked. It's the first skin-on-skin spanking you've ever had, and as he spanks you more you squirm, trying to get away.

"P-please. S-sir, p-please!" you cry out.

Desperately you look back at Tiffany, but her eyes are wide and bright, and fixed on your bare bottom as the old man's hand smacks down time after time. Is she scared? She almost looks happy and excited, but the thought is brief before she sees you looking.

With a wink she makes a scooping motion. No, a lifting motion. Then a pushing motion. With the light but steady smacking against your buttocks you can't make sense out of what she's doing, especially as a few tears start to trickle out. The spanking isn't all that bad compared to what Joe's given you, but it's so embarrassing.

Wait, why is she thrusting out her butt like that? Without thinking about it you find your own thrusting out just like hers, and immediately feel Uncle Ron's hand hit your buttocks even harder. You start bucking, trying to get free and avoid his hand, but all that achieves is making your legs splay open. Every time you buck his hand smashes down on your fleshy ass, making you yelp and squirm more.

"Would you look at that?" Uncle Joe exclaims to Tiffany. "She's pushing her butt into every spank. The slut likes being spanked!"

"N-No... Please, let me go..."

"Look at how her legs are spread. So wide you see everything between them. Like she's offering herself up for a hard fucking."

Immediately you try to snap your legs shut, but the awkward position and your stinging ass makes you slow, and by the time your legs clamp together Uncle Joe already has his hand between them and at your pussy.

"Would you look at that? Whores are younger every year, aren't they. How old are you? Ten?" he asks, and you shake you head, hoping that a little co-operation will win you freedom. "Eleven?" you nod.

"Damn, an eleven year-old slut. I bet you've fucked a lot of boys if you're luring old farts like me into back rooms with promises of sex."

Promises? You didn't promise him anything. Or lure him!

"Have you fucked dozens of boys, Stephi? Do you like fucking old men? What grade are you in. Five?"

Nodding and red-faced you try to look back at him to plead for your release, but let out a gasp instead as you feel his fingers on your pussy, tracing back and forth along its length.

"What a wet cunt you have, Stephi. You must love being a bad girl. All I did was spank you and you're soaking wet. Did you get all wet just thinking about being spanked?"

"Nooo... Please, sir, I..."

"Need to be fucked? Is that it?" he asks. Before you can deny it you feel your first penetration as his middle finger sinks slowly but steadily into the slit between your legs. You let out a little yelp, your legs slipping wider apart on instinct.

"See that? Touch her and her legs spring apart, ready for anyone at all to sink balls deep in her cum dumpster."

Uncle Ron pulls his finger out slowly, then reverses direction, sinking back into you to the knuckle. You gasp as he starts to pick up the pace, fingers curling and uncurling, your legs wavering between opening and closing. Your pussy sends delightful messages through your body, and as ashamed as you are of being fingers by some old guy you can't help but moan in time with his thrusts, wanting him to stop, but hoping he'll continue.

"Not a trace of a hymen. Definitely been a while since you lost your virginity, isn't it?" he laughs, and you groan as a second finger starts to ease into you, stretching your tight little hole. "Now where did I put that vaseline? Good thing we keep it for those silly little whores who want to fit their whale-sized feet into something two or three sizes too small. Now we can use it on this little whore too."

The cold touch of a finger between your cheeks startles you, but only a little as the other two fingers make long hard strokes in and out of your ever more slippery pussy. The other finger smears a thick dollop of vaseline over your little rosebud before a small, but not small enough, finger pushes relentlessly against your backdoor.

"Not there!" you gasp out, your feet kicking in the air, one of your hands on the floor and the other on his foot.

"And yet you aren't reaching back to stop me. You love it in the ass, don't you, girl?" he asks. His little finger pops through your anal opening, and you bite your lip.

You really want to tell him no, but another part of you wants to let this continue. You've been dreaming of having sex, so what's a little fingering? Glancing back at Tiff you see her staring wide-eyed and excited. As soon as she see you looking she raises her hands up, one holding her phone and the other making a thumbs up. "Whore," she mouths, and winks.

Seeing the approval on your friend's face settles the matter. There's no way you can back out now or you'd lose her respect entirely. Summoning up your courage, and the persona you adopted when you told Tiffany all those stories, you hear yourself gasp out, "I love it."

"You want more?" Ron asks, and you hear your own voice answering again.

"Yeah. More. Harder."

A third finger slips into your cunt... pussy, followed by a second into your asshole. Somehow they fit without splitting you open, even though they feel so painful. Yet so right. Your head drops down against Ron's leg, your own spreading wider as moans of pleasure come from your mouth.

"Damn. You really like being stuffed full, don't you?"

"Oh yeah. So much. More. I want something in my mouth. I like being fucked in all holes," you pant, channelling the girls from those pornos that you've been watching. They were the inspiration for your stories, so why not say what you know they'd say? It's not like anyone other than the old geezer and Tiff would know about this.

"I bet you'd love a few thick hard dicks plowing you. If you could have a dick right now where would you want it?" he asks, picking up the pace. Wet sounds fill the room, your pussy juices starting to run down your thighs. You find it hard to think. What would one of those filthy little porn girls say in this situation, you wonder.


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