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girls here too.”  
    I made a demure little giggle. The woman behind me rolled her eyes.  
    “What are you mailing?” I asked.  
    He unwrapped it to answer, and showed me the dildo.  
    I giggled again to show my surprise or shock, though I wasn’t shocked at all. I was horny and wanted his dildo inside me. Or the live one he kept in his pants.  
    Right there, in front of the entire post office, Crocodile Hottie opened the box and held the dildo in the air. It was pink and rubbery, with sparkles embedded in its fleshy surface. From the corner of my eye, I saw the woman behind me practically faint. I could also almost see the two customers behind her — both men, one probably in his thirties and the other older.  
    “Who is that for?”  
    He looked at the box and the wrapping paper, now crinkled at his feet.  
    “I guess I can’t really mail it now,” he said. “So I suppose it’s for you.” He dropped his arm and began to run the dildo along the inside of my leg, below the hem of my short skirt. Then he ran it up further, probed briefly, and brought it back out. He looked at the tip, smiling at its glisten. The woman behind us backed up a step and dropped one of her packages.  
    “I don’t think you’re wearing undergarments,” he said in his sexy accent, still smiling at the dildo’s wet tip. “You naughty, naughty girl.”  
    I pulled up my skirt to confirm that I wasn’t.  
    The woman behind us backed into a corner, struck the counter, and sort of collapsed to the floor. The men, however, seemed suddenly very interested. There was a third man working with one of the clerks, and when he heard the woman, he turned. The clerks — one a man and one a woman, looked over at me as well. Everyone’s eyes were fixed to my shaved slit as I held my skirt up, all of them seeing exactly how wet I was, shiny beneath the fluorescents.
    Nobody other than the scraggly-haired woman seemed to mind.  
    The office was suddenly quiet.  
    The Australian man pushed the dildo against my pussy lips, then slid it easily inside. I parted my legs more to let more of it in, all the way, then made a little gasp, followed by a larger one.
    I dropped my skirt. Both of my hands went right to his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped him. A moment later I was on my knees in the middle of the post office lobby with this hot guy’s hotter dick halfway down my throat.  
    “Oh yeah,” he said. “Suck my cock, baby.”  
    I slurped it up and down, running my tongue along the bottom. Then I started jerking him with my hand, turning my eyes up to watch him. Finally, after milking his fuckstick for a minute or three, I looked up at him and said, “I want you to fuck me right here. Stick your cock up in my pussy and fuck me until you cum!”  
    I stood. He spun me around, then pushed me over to the counter along the back wall. There were racks holding all sorts of postal forms and forms for voter registration and selective service. Everyone was still watching. Most of the guys, trying and failing to be subtle, had been rubbing the fronts of their pants while watching me suck the guy’s cock. Now the one nearest us — the young guy — was more openly rubbing himself. He came closer. The Australian bent me over the counter, apparently not willing to waste so much as a second. His big, hot cock went all the way into my pussy and I shouted.  
    He started pumping me hard and my head knocked over the racks of forms.  
    I realized that the guy nearest me had gotten nearer, and pulled the dick from his pants. It was hard and red at the tip. Since it looked so pretty I moved one hand from the counter and started to stroke it.  
    With one cock in my cunt and another in my hand — both throbbing, with their owners panting and starting to grunt and moan — I felt myself starting to cum.  
    Then I did and about fell to the floor as my knees unhinged.  
    “I’M CUMMING!” I screamed.  
    That was too much for the guy whose cock