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The Milkman Cummeth Part 4

If you have read my previous submissions, you know that I am a married woman, forced to go back to work because of this challenging economy. I found a job in a little service station slash convenience store slash deli counter. My boss, the owner Ben is ever trying to increase the bottom line by using a weak moment I had with the milkman to keep the customers coming in. Hell, you fuck one milk man and life changes. I am now known as the county whore I guess. My husband doesn’t have a clue!
It was a beautiful spring morning. I had opened the store up early and was cooking and serving up breakfast to a full house of farm workers and old codgers. Ben came in late as usual and began his distractive grab ass as I tried to fill orders. He said, I bought you a gift. I said really? He presented me with a brown paper bag. He said go back to the restroom and try this on. You need to wear this present today. I had no idea. Was it a thong, crotch less jeans? What? I am quite aware of his gifts by now. I took the bag and went to the ladies room.
In the bag was a pair of panties, but they had a built in dildo and butt plug. I figured what the hell and I put them on. I inserted the dildo into my vagina and pressed the butt plug into my ass. Neither phallus was super large so I was comfortable. I pulled on my jeans and went back to work. Ben asked, what do you think about your present? I said, not bad, Ben! I went back to frying eggs and bacon. I know I was walking with a strange gate but otherwise ok. I delivered a plate of eggs and biscuits to an outlying table. As I set the plate down, my new panties came alive! My insides pulsated with tremendous vibrations. I almost collapsed to my knees before recovering. I walked back around the counter and whispered in Ben’s ear, are these panties going to activate all day? He said, I think they are activated by body heat. Oh, I will work slower then! He laughed, I’ll have to dock your pay if you get any slower! I went back to the grill. BAM! The panties went crazy again, vibrating in the front and then in the back. Over and over while I tried to keep composed and cook. At one point I leaned against the counter and spread my legs. I closed my eyes and let my juice go! I looked up to see the crowd of diners staring at me. I turned and went back to cooking. These possessed panties powered up and powered down without warning, but I survived the breakfast crowd. When the crowd cleared, the panties became dormant. I thought, they must be sound activated.
At lunch time, I started preparing a mountain of French fries, hamburgers, pizzas and all the components of fast food hell. The dining room filled quickly, but strangely with many of the same faces I had seen for breakfast. Once again as I waited tables, the panties came to life with a mind of their own, each time with a different wave of vibrations. I dropped more plates on the floor than I delivered to tables! Half way through lunch, I was soaked and there was an obvious wet spot on the crotch of my jeans. My legs trembled as I struggled through lunch. Ben must have alerted the crowd as to what I was enduring, because they kept their eyes on me all through lunch. I noticed some patrons giving Ben five dollar bills. Ben often made side bets on the embarrassments he had bestowed upon me, so I wasn’t surprised. Near the end of lunch, Ben presented me with a small remote control. I looked at it and pressed as few buttons. My crotch ignited with waves of pulses as I struggled to find the off button. I finally found off and sank into a chair to recuperate. Ben, that is mean! He was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his cheeks.
One of our regulars, a seventy year old man walked over and sat down next to me. He said, young lady, I’ll give you two hundred dollars for those wet pants. What? Hell, I got these at Wal-Mart for nineteen dollars. He sat drinking his sweet tea and told me that he was widowed and hadn’t seen anything like my show for the last five years. He talked me into letting him have the remote. I grabbed the sides of my chair in preparation for the jolt form my electronic panties. He pressed a button and once again I was being fucked by my panties. I leaned back and let the old guy press button after button. My jeans were soaked again. I moaned as I orgasmed over and over. The old guy said, what about those pants? I stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I peeled them down across my thighs revealing the pink magic panties that were possessing me. I handed my jeans over to the old guy and he handed me two hundred dollar bills. I sat there with a button up shirt and panties. Ben flipped the door sign to closed. He locked the door and lowered the shades. I could only imagine what was going to happen next. Ben and the old guy took turns playing with the remote control. During one of my orgasms, the old man reached out and touched my wet panties. He began to massage my crotch. After a bit of his playfulness, he peeled my magic panties across my thighs and dropped them onto the floor. I stood up and sat on the table in front of him. He dropped his head into my crotch and began drinking all of my spilled juices. His tongue darted in and out of me and I held his head tight against me. I knew there was more to come and when he stood up I prepared myself. His cotton dockers had a huge bulge. He removed his pants and boxers, revealing a beautiful cock. I had no idea old dudes could still get hard! He had a large seven inch member. A stream a goo was hanging from the opening. I dropped down and started to suck him. He sat down in his chair and I kneeled between his legs. I sucked him forever and he still didn’t cum! I perched myself on top of the table and he stood up. He took that ever-hard cock and thrust it inside me. He fucked me like a young man. My crotch dripped with too much pleasure. Ben laid me back on the table and unzipped his pants. He stuck his cock out of his boxers through the trap door and offered it to my mouth. I sucked Ben’s cock with intensity as the old man plowed my pussy. Ben arched back and I drained the cum from him. The old man kept on fucking! I saw a change in the old guy’s expression. It went from a pleasant smile to a serious intense look. His pace quickened and he launched forth waves of cum inside me. The old guy kissed me on the cheek. He dressed himself and picked up my jeans and left out the door. Ben gave me an apron to cover with. He said lets close up. I finished cleaning up the place and put my magic panties back on. I jumped into my car and cranked the engine. I set the remote to a mild buzz and drove home. I love my magic panties!

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