Cumsport, CH 1

“UNH… fuck me harder!” screamed Kelly again.

Her moans encouraged Phil to piston into the blonde even faster. The wet slapping from their movements echoed down the alley. Kelly felt her tits bouncing into the brick building, rubbing on her nipples and causing her moans to grow louder still. Phil felt Kelly’s moist walls milking him and let out a groan of his own.

“Stick your fingers in my ass!” Kelly yelled wildly. Phil wasted no time in spitting in his hand, rubbing it on Kelly’s rosebud, and ramming three fingers in the gaping hole. With a feral growl, Kelly started slamming herself back onto Phil with abandon. Her ferocity pushed Phil over the edge and he began spurting strand after strand of cum into Kelly. Feeling his warm seed pushed her over the edge as well and she began squirting down Phil’s legs.

A few moments later, when their breathing had settled, Kelly turned and pecked Phil on the check, “Thanks, honey!”
With no further talk, she pulled a tight white tank from the ground and forced it over her sizable breasts. Her miniskirt had remained on through the fuck session, so she simply walked out of the alley onto the streets of Cumsport.

Around 2025, a group of like-minded people had made a decision. They wanted to fuck. No holds barred and no limits. This single driving thought had driven them to the ultimate plan: a city wholly accepting of explicit sexual behavior. This group of thirty moved to one of the last free major plots of land in Northern California and founded Cumsport. Now, two generations down the line, the city was established and the principles upon which it was founded were thriving. Kelly was the granddaughter of two of the original citizens of Cumsport and had been raised as such. While outside the city she would have been describe as an insatiable slut, in Cumsport Kelly was simply another sexy girl.

Kelly, of college age but with no interest in such things, worked at a large Starbucks in downtown Cumsport. She hurried there, her morning sex having taken a bit more time than expected. She slipped in the back door and changed into her uniform. While the well-known Starbucks apron was still part of the dress code, everything else was optional. Kelly opted to remove her tank to let the apron rub on her nipples and to feel the breeze on her bare back. She hiked her skirt up a bit further, wanting to entice customers, and then went to the front.

“Kelly, refill the napkin holders,” was her boss’ greeting. She obliged and walked that way. She passed by the latest addition to the store. A set of chairs, currently filled with naked women, that all had vibrators attached. To sit there, two dollars was added to your receipt, allowing you to enjoy yourself as long as you liked. As Kelly passed, a small, Asian woman moaned and grabbed her shoulder for balance. Kelly paused, letting the woman compose herself. Instead, the woman jerked Kelly closer and slammed their lips together. Kelly was surprised, but took it in stride, flicking her tongue on the other woman’s lip, inviting herself in. The woman let out a throaty moan and opened her mouth. Their tongues danced for before Kelly leaned in a little further and started rubbing the other woman’s clit. An intake of breath was followed by a scream as Kelly’s ministrations caused the woman to orgasm intensely.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Kelly smiled and proceeded to refill the napkin holders.

The rest of her shift passed with nothing exciting occurring. Except, that is, for her intense horniness caused by the vibrator chairs. She’d tried one when they’d first arrived and knew what all those women were experiencing. Although she brought herself to orgasm twice while on break, Kelly’s libido remained high. Consequently, the second her shift was over, Kelly ordered a Frappuccino and sat down on one of those chairs. Being so close to closing, there was finally a couple open. Kelly used this to her advantage and sat right in the middle, spreading her legs wide and using her hands to slam herself down on the vibrator. They weren’t enormous, for liability reasons, but they got the job done. In moments, Kelly was thrashing in another orgasm, having been tweaking her nipples, rubbing her clit furiously, and practically leaping up and down on the chair.

As her panting subsided, a voice whispered to her, “Satisfied?”

Kelly shook her head, still massaging her breasts eagerly, “Not even close.”

“Then perhaps you’d like to help me close,” It then registered with Kelly that it was her boss’ voice in her ear.
She purred seductively, “Absolutely.”

He chuckled, “I’ll start closing up. You take some time to get ready.”

Closing took about twenty minutes, the first half of which Kelly spent lightly playing with herself. Then, she decided to make herself more presentable for her boss. She slipped into the back while he was ushering some customers out and rinsed her legs clean, having had them covered in cum all day. She then showered completely in the employee lockers. Finally, she slipped on her eveningwear, which she had been planning to wear for a night out on the town. She slowly rolled the black fishnets up to her bare thighs. She slipped on a strapless dress that fell an inch short of the top of the fishnets, leaving a bit of skin enticingly uncovered. An interesting development in 2020 had allowed dresses to be worn in new ways. This meant that her dress was strapless, backless down to her lusciously tight ass, and also covered only the bottom half of her breasts, leaving a hint of areola showing, along with a deep valley of cleavage.
Her ensemble complete, she peeked through the window, saw that her boss was alone, and pushed the door open. He was distracted with the cash register, so she sidled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his masculine scent eagerly.

“Are you ready, Marcus?” She whispered throatily as she lowered one hand slowly to his bulge.

“Mmm… nearly, Kelly. Perhaps you could help me,” he turned and caught her mouth in a fiery kiss.

Marcus was an inch taller than Kelly’s own nearly six-foot frame.