Convenience store temporary sex slaves

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On this weekend morning, the sunlight streamed into my small room right on time, and the alarm clock, as expected, took a break.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I staggered into the bathroom, letting the cool water wash away the night's dreams.

Looking at the time, it was already past 8; holidays always bring a touch of leisure.

Although the weather felt nice, there was still a slight chill in the air. Looking at myself in the mirror, wearing only a large t-shirt that barely covered my lower body, I started to feel cold and longed to retreat to my soft blankets.

After a brief moment of relief, I wiped my damp labia, wanting only to quickly return to the warmth of my room.

Unexpectedly, I opened the door to find A-Ying there, and I was momentarily stunned.

A-Ying stared at my lower body for a while before pointing and saying, "You've been seen..."

I quickly pulled down the hem of my shirt to try and cover myself, then pushed him away and ran back to my room.

Because Aying works the night shift at a convenience store, finishing around 7 AM, I rarely see her. So, I'm always alone in the dorm and don't pay much attention to my clothes. I've been seen in disheveled state several times already.

Actually, I was already quite casual about my clothes

at home. But since moving in with my boyfriend, he's made me dress very indecently or not at all at home. He often hugs me while we're watching TV, frequently touching my breasts and fiddling with my genitals. Occasionally, he'll make me perform oral sex after dinner, then ejaculate on me before making me shower.

At first, I hated being treated like a toy, but gradually, I became less resistant. Maybe my body got used to it, and I even became addicted to it!

But after breaking up and moving out, habits aren't something you can just change.

Before, when I lived with my aunt, I was scolded several times for running around the house dressed too casually.

Although once my cousin deliberately made me naked, and after having sex with me in the living room, he left me there and rushed back to join the army; I was caught by my aunt who came back shortly after, and I lied to her that I was going to do laundry and wash myself while I was at it, of course I was still scolded...

In the short two or three months since I moved out, I knew that other people were living under the same roof, so I was more careful. Before leaving my room, I would always listen to see if anyone was outside and check the time to see if it was when Ah Ying was working, but he would still unexpectedly appear in front of me.

The most common thing was that I would get up and walk out of my room wearing only a shirt, and after washing clothes in the bathroom: the wet t-shirt was semi-transparent and clung to my breasts, which was no different from being naked from the waist up, and I would walk to the balcony to spin the washed clothes...

Another time, I was taking a shower and forgot to bring a change of clothes, so I ran back to my room naked to get clothes, and I bumped into him just as he was leaving for work. When I went to the bathroom, I ran out of my room wearing only a t-shirt, and he saw my genitals several times.

At first, he just blushed and quickly looked away, but now he's slowly staring at my body more openly. But I can only blame myself; I'm just too oblivious…

I stayed in bed for a bit, then remembered that some seniors from the film club were helping with rehearsals today, but the appointment was at 1 PM; I guess they didn't want to get up so early on the weekend. So, what should I do in the morning?

My stomach started to rumble, so I decided to go to the convenience store to see what they had to eat!

I wore a loose white shirt and a slightly long gray skirt, but since I didn't have much time to go home for winter clothes, I just wore my school jacket. As for underwear…

I figured since I was wearing a jacket and the skirt wasn't too short, I wouldn't wear anything.

Although it's not far from the school, only a few streets away, the area is surprisingly remote. There are many houses in the alleys, but no food stalls. I always have to walk all the way to the school to buy breakfast. On this weekend morning, the streets feel especially deserted. Luckily, there's a convenience store nearby.

The familiar 'ding-dong' sound made me go inside. The somewhat annoying mustache-wearing store manager was standing behind the counter reading a newspaper. Besides him, there was no one else in the store.

I glanced at the clock on the wall—almost 9 o'clock. Although there aren't many customers here on weekdays, I imagine it's about the same on a weekend morning. The mustache-wearing store manager isn't very friendly; if another convenience store opened nearby, he'd definitely close it.

I walked over to the rice balls, pondering what to eat. The mustachioed shopkeeper was at the refrigerator, organizing the drinks. I figured I wasn't that hungry anyway, and since he'd walked away, I went to the magazine stand, picked one up, and started reading. There weren't many magazines to choose from, but it was enough to pass the time. After

flipping through a few pages, I noticed him staring at me through the large mirror on top of the refrigerator. After a few more pages, I felt a little uneasy, so I bought the rice balls and left.

Just as I was putting the magazine back on the shelf, the mustachioed shopkeeper called out, "Hey…"

The sudden voice from behind startled me. The magazine I was holding hadn't been putting away properly and fell, pulling down a bunch of other things on the shelf.

The mustachioed shopkeeper exclaimed, "Ah! What are you doing?"

"I…I didn't mean to…" I panicked and quickly crouched down to pick up the book.

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "The books are dirty. What if they don't sell? You'll have to pay for them..."

"Yay!" Looking at the magazines and books on the ground, it must cost over a thousand dollars. "But...but...it's not that dirty...it just...fell on the ground..."

Although it really was just some dust, the magazines were made of very thin paper, and some of them and the books were folded when they fell to the ground. In my frantic attempt to tidy them up, I accidentally tore off a magazine cover...

The mustachioed shopkeeper was staring at me angrily...

"But...but...I...don't have that much money with me...what should I do?" I didn't dare look at him, and just looked down at the books on the ground...

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "How about this, you help me out at the shop, consider it working to pay me back."

"Work? How long?"

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "One hour...no...two hours!"

I figured I didn't have the right to refuse, so I had to agree.

The mustachioed shopkeeper said, "Then pick up all the books first, hurry up!"

"Oh...okay..."

It took me a while to pick up all the books on the floor and slowly put them back on the shelves. Because the store had air conditioning, it was warmer than outside, and I had been wearing my school winter uniform jacket. After tidying up the books, I was covered in sweat...

I walked to a corner of the store, where the mustachioed shopkeeper was waiting for me outside the warehouse. He gestured for me to follow him inside. The store was full of goods, food and household items: almost everything the store sold was there.

The mustachioed shopkeeper said, "Come on, take all these out and put them out."

He pointed to the boxes and boxes of instant noodles piled up next to him and explained how to arrange them.

The mustachioed shopkeeper said, "What's wrong? You're sweating after just tidying up the books? The store has air conditioning, you don't need to wear a jacket."

Because I really felt hot, I had to take off my jacket and put it on the table next to me. After all, it was a winter jacket, and taking it off really made me feel much cooler. I even pulled up my collar to cool down.

At that moment, the mustachioed shopkeeper stared at me in surprise. I snapped out of my daze. My sweaty white shirt clung tightly to my chest, and the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra made my nipples stand out slightly in the breast pocket...

Seeing the lecherous look on the shopkeeper's face, I quickly covered my chest with my hands. Although I considered putting my jacket back on,

the shopkeeper said with a sly grin, "Alright, alright, hurry up and take the instant noodles out and set them up."

Because it was so hot and I was being chased out, I had no choice but to give up...

Luckily, there were no other customers in the shop, otherwise my appearance would have been quite conspicuous...

But the worst part was that the shopkeeper kept following me around. Because I had to work, I couldn't keep covering my chest, so he had to keep watching my almost half-naked chest as he ran around!

After running back and forth two or three times, when I returned to the warehouse to get the item, I found it was placed very high on the shelf. Looking around, I couldn't find anything to elevate myself, so I stood on tiptoe, trying to reach it. I struggled for five minutes...

The mustachioed store manager asked, "What's wrong? Why are you taking so long to get something?"

"I... I can't reach it... It's too high!" I kept stretching my arm out, trying to reach the item on the shelf.

At that moment, the mustachioed store manager walked up behind me and pressed himself against my back.

"Ah..."

Pressed against the shelf, I felt him reach out as if to help me get the item, but he grabbed my hand instead.

The mustachioed store manager said, "Ah, can't you stretch out a little?"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled it upwards forcefully.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

He pulled my slender wrist upwards, ignoring my cries of pain, and even lifted my body, my feet almost leaving the ground...

I felt like my hand was about to be torn off. Just then, my hand touched the item I needed and I quickly grabbed it.

"I...I got it! Let go...let go..." I was almost crying, and the things I had taken fell to the side...

The mustachioed shopkeeper was still pressing firmly against my back, and I could even feel something hard pressing against my buttocks.

"Get off me...it's so uncomfortable with you pressing on me..."

I had barely finished speaking when a hand from behind grabbed my breasts tightly, then pinched my nipples and began to roughly rub them.

"Ah!! You...what are you doing?"

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "You're not helping at all, I think I'll find another way to pay for your work..."

The mustachioed shopkeeper spoke very urgently, and seemed to be getting more and more excited.

"No! No! Let me go..."

I was pinned against the shelf, my wrists still red and throbbing from being gripped so tightly, I couldn't push him away. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, then reached his left hand inside the collar and forcefully grabbed my breasts...

"Ah...no..."

The mustachioed shop manager: "Oh, your nipples are hard. I think you actually want them too. You have such a pretty and cute face, yet you have such a lewd body. I couldn't stand it when you were jiggling your breasts around the store just now. Coming out without a bra, are you an exhibitionist? You little pervert!"

"I...I didn't...ah...!"

My nipples were being constantly teased, and my hot breasts were touching the cold shelf next to me. I started to get excited.

The mustachioed shopkeeper then reached out and pulled up my skirt. The skirt, which barely reached my knees, was quickly pulled up to my waist. Then he touched my waist and realized that I wasn't wearing any underwear...

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "No way, you're not even wearing underwear under your skirt! What are students thinking these days? By the way, judging from your coat, you're a student at that high school nearby, right? You must be very popular with the boys at school. Judging from your slutty appearance, you must have been slept with by all the boys in your class. Do you go to school without underwear every day and often get gang-raped by a bunch of guys? Hahaha... I bet you can even pass exams by sleeping with the teacher. Just thinking about you being raped by a bunch of guys in your uniform in the bathroom makes me more and more excited!!"

"No, ah... ah... I... I... it's not like that... ah!"

Two fingers had already been inserted into my vagina, and the stimulation of my breasts hadn't stopped. But I hadn't expected that his lewd words would excite me just as much as these caresses. I even imagined what it would be like to be gang-raped by the boys in my class in the school bathroom. My genitals were already soaking wet...

"Ah! Stop... stop... ah!"

Although I said I didn't want to, I couldn't stop moaning. My hands had long since given up on pushing him away, and I just grabbed the shelf, barely supporting my body.

The mustachioed shopkeeper then removed his hand from my breasts and pulled up my skirt from behind, completely exposing my buttocks. His other hand was still fiddling with my genitals, playing with my labia majora.

Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me back, causing me to lose my balance. Luckily, I managed to stay upright by clinging to the shelf with my hands. Then I heard the mustachioed shopkeeper unbuckle his belt. My mind went almost blank. My legs were spread apart, and I could barely stand. My vagina seemed to be yearning for something, and my juices were already overflowing, slowly flowing down my thighs…

(Quickly…put it in…) I actually thought that.

Suddenly, there was a 'ding-dong' sound outside.

The mustachioed shopkeeper: “Guest…guest!”

I saw him hurriedly put on his pants, straighten his clothes, wipe his fingers, which were covered in my juices, with toilet paper, and rush out.

I stood there, completely stunned. Though still panting, I gradually calmed down…

“What… you did this to me… and yet…”

After recovering a bit, I went to the nearby restroom to wash my genitals and wiped myself with toilet paper. My face in the mirror was still flushed… with a hint of resentment… and a touch of anger…

Because my body was getting very hot, and my white shirt was soaked, I grabbed my coat and walked out of the warehouse without wearing it.

My soaked shirt was almost transparent, revealing my breasts completely. I deliberately lingered in front of the counter for a moment, and the man buying cigarettes and newspapers stared in disbelief, his mouth practically watering.

The mustachioed shopkeeper: "Wait! Wait a minute, it's not here yet..."

I pointed to the clock on the wall: "My two-hour workday is over, I have to go!"

Before leaving, I deliberately pulled my skirt up to my waist, sticking my butt out high, and made a face at the mustachioed shopkeeper before finally leaving; however, the mustachioed shopkeeper seemed to have suffered a great shock... It's

so cold outside, autumn seems to be almost over, I quickly put on my coat, otherwise my soaked shirt will definitely make me catch a cold!

"Ah!... I forgot to buy rice balls, my breakfast!"

I didn't want to walk back, thinking that it was almost noon anyway, I'd just eat lunch near the school.

Along the way, there was still a slow flow of vaginal fluid from my genitals, and I would occasionally hide by the roadside to wipe my genitals and thighs with tissues. Eventually, I really couldn't take it anymore, so I had to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, otherwise, if I went to school to see the upperclassmen like this, I would really be gang-raped...

Thinking of this, my face involuntarily turned red, and my genitals became even wetter...

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