A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 307: Part-Time Job (3) **

Chapter 307: Part-Time Job (3) **

A shabby general store in the back alley of Peden.

As shabby as it looked, there were no customers in this store.

If one or two people come a day, then a lot of people come.

I wondered how to run a store with that kind of income.

Normally, he would have wasted time complaining that no customers would come, but today he was thankful that no one was coming.

Flora, who was in charge of looking after the counter in a store where no one came, had nothing to do but stand still at the counter.

Still, he didn't hesitate and just stood there looking at the counter.

A man was standing behind Flora.

Flora's outfit looked like she was wearing only an apron on her naked body when viewed from the front, but when viewed from the back, she was wearing underwear the size of a bikini.

If you're wondering why it's not a naked apron, it's because this costume was actually the store's clerk's costume.

Even before he opened the store, he was a man who was excited about dressing pretty female clerks in costumes with sexy designs... I hadn't considered that there was no reason for a pretty woman to work in such a shabby store while wearing vulgar clothes.

"It was a stroke of my youth."

"Yes?"

"No, no. "I thought of something else for a moment."

More than ten years after opening the store, the man was thrilled that he had a woman who would wear those clothes. Even if it was borrowed from the power of a magic tool.

"I'll be watching the store, so you can go in and rest, ok... Hmm... Ah... "

"I guess I like it here."

"Yes, yes..." There... Great... "

The man's hands were caressing Flora's entire body.

Starting with squeezing the buttocks, thighs, belly button, ribs, chest... He touched it tenaciously as if he wouldn't miss a single part.

Even if Flora is not very impressed by what is seen, being touched is a different story.

Normally, she would have uttered words of restraint, but right now, Flora was quietly entrusting herself to the man's hands and enjoying the man's body heat.

As the caress continued for over 30 minutes, Flora's pale skin gradually turned red.

The man's hand went up and stroked his thigh.

As I went up past his slim waist, my hand reached his small but clearly rising chest.

Although it lacked the pleasure of touching compared to the large breasts of prostitutes, it was a feeling that made me think that small breasts were not a bad thing.

After enjoying the softness of the breasts for a while, I moved my fingers a little and felt the pointed nipples.

The clothes worn under the apron were small but large enough to hide the areolas, but they did not properly cover the firm, prominent nipples and were slightly off to the side.

"Huh."

When she was bored, a seductive sigh escaped Flora's mouth as she played with her erect nipples, as if playing with a small bean.

While she was twirling her nipple with one hand, she lowered her other hand and placed it between her legs.

Her entire body felt warm, but one part of it was particularly hot.

A soft and plump texture that cannot be compared to the worn-out genitals of prostitutes.

I felt like it would be rude to call them using the same word 'pussy'.

Flora's pussy was just starting to get wet.

Her outside was soft and soft, but as soon as I bit into her pussy and dug my fingers inside, I could feel the heat and moisture on the tips of her fingers.

As if her sensitivity wasn't bad, Flora's body in her arms reacted by flinching every time he stroked her labia in a back and forth motion between her vaginal opening and clitoris.

When I looked at her black hair trembling behind her and inhaled her breath, I felt like there was a sweet smell that resembled the scent of peaches.

If you ask people who live in this city what comes to mind when they say sweet smell, the first answer that comes to mind is weak.

Of course, the man who ran the shady general store also knew a lot about all kinds of medicine.

However, it was a scent that seemed to stimulate the male's instincts, which was different from that artificial sweet smell.

It could be said to be the most primitive medicine in the sense of seducing a man.

My dick, which had been pushing up my pants little by little for a while, rose to the point where it hurt.

The tent was clearly visible even above the clothes. Now the pain was so bad that I thought the area around the root that was bent because of my clothes might break.

The man quickly took off his pants and took out his dick.

For the past few days, I haven't been able to make much money, so I haven't been able to buy a prostitute. My cock, which had been starving for a few days, was very angry at the smell of a woman I hadn't smelled in a long time.

"Miss. "Can you touch this?"

"Oh. Is this also work?"

"That's how it feels."

Flora, who had been glaring at the front of her counter as if she would not miss any customer coming in, turned to her side at the man's words.

Around Flora's waist, a thick dick was sticking out of her head.

When the man said that this was also work, Flora held his cock with her hand without any doubt.

A cock so hard that it seemed like it might have been filled with stones pulsated hotly in Flora's small hands.

On the contrary, the man seemed to feel better when cool, thin fingers wrapped around his cock.

"Just shake it like that. Okay. Be careful not to touch it with your fingernails."

"Hmm... Like this?"

"Okay. "You're good at it."

It's not an empty word; it's just a simple movement of holding the dick and shaking it up and down, but the technique is evident.

Exquisite force and speed, sometimes gently sweeping to make it tantalizing, and sometimes just the glans being persistently stimulated.

The man, who enjoyed skillful skills that did not match his cute appearance, decided to start playing in earnest.

It was a special play that could only be enjoyed when using this magic tool.

"Miss. "Did you always do this to a man you don't know?"

"Yes? ... "No?"

Flora's answer came a beat late.

It is difficult to say that there was nothing at all because the things he had experienced so far were very vague.

I almost never did it on purpose, so I denied it for now.

Fortunately, the man didn't pay much attention to Flora's late reply.

"I guess so. So what do you think now?"

At the man's words, Flora looked down at her hands.

A hand constantly looking up and down a dark red cock that can be seen as being disgusting in some ways.

Even if I didn't smell it, my hands, which were shiny and covered with pre-cum, seemed to smell awful.

But Flora didn't let go of his hand and spoke as if it was no big deal.

"I can't think of anything in particular?"

"That's right, that's right. Then, this time, let's think back to an old memory. "How did you act when a similar situation occurred?"

"Hmm... "

An average woman would have no experience of being suddenly thrust with his cock by a man she didn't know and being asked to be his goddaughter.

The timing of the man's question was a bit off, as it was the question he had originally intended to ask when he first lifted his skirt.

But fortunately for the man, Flora had that experience.

This is because, thanks to the "Sexual bad luck" Penalty, I have experienced all kinds of sexual harassment.

Flora looked back on her memories for a moment.

'What did I do then?'

Obviously, I was surprised at first... After coming to her senses, she seemed to have struck down with the weapon she was holding.

Because Soira taught me to do something I don't like.

When I told that story, the man got even more excited, even though he was sweating coldly.

"What about now? It's the same situation as back as. Just like back then... Um, don't you feel like you want to hit me?"

"... What? Yes. It's the same situation. It's no problem. When I experienced it before, I think I hated it to the point where I screamed, 'What are you doing!'... "

The story Flora told about hitting one's dick with a weapon was a truly horrific story for a man, but it was an even more exciting story.

Such a confident woman is acting as if nothing is wrong even though her body is being arbitrarily harassed.

The man liked the excitement that came from the gap.

"Ah. It looks cheap. Please accept it with your mouth."

Despite the man's words, which so naturally treated him like a toilet, Flora nodded her head and lowered herself under the counter.

"Hmm... "

A thick cock entered the small mouth that was wide open.

Warm body temperature, sticky saliva, and a tongue writhing around as its supposed place was invaded wrapped around the cock.

Flora licked the back tendon of her cock and brought her face closer and closer.

The man pushed his waist in as if fascinated by the seductively moving tongue guiding the path of the cock.

Flora's small mouth opened to its limit. If she hadn't grown stronger while traveling with Soira, her jaw might have fallen off.

Something hard touched the tip of her cock.

It was her throat.

The man, who had not yet been able to push his cock all the way in, was disappointed, but considering Flora's size, he could understand that it was natural...

Guuk, coouk...

Her throat opened with difficulty, welcoming the cock all the way down her throat.

When the man saw the slender neck bulging out in the shape of a cock, he couldn't hold back his excitement and ejaculated.

Flora's neck continued to move, releasing the first thick semen in several days into her body.

Even though it must have been difficult with the cock invading her throat, Flora did not rest her tongue and helped with ejaculation.

It was a pleasant situation, as if my soul was being sucked out.

"Pooh... "

Only after pouring all the remaining semen into her urethra did the cock come out of Flora's mouth.

"... Turn it off."

Flora covered her mouth with her palm as she made an embarrassing sound without realizing it.

Her flushed face was especially cute because her throat was blocked by his dick a little while ago, and she couldn't breathe.

After a while, Flora took her hand away and said with a bright smile.

"I really enjoyed the meal... ?"