Wal-Mart Sucks: Fiction : LA IMC

As I walk in, past your friendly greeter, Wal-Mart, you call out to me and I push my way between your aisles. I place my lips on the end of your low-low prices and kiss them. On my knees before you I lift your low-low prices to reveal your slave’s wages. (Hopefully they are shaved, but that's another thing.) I lick your grocers sack and slave’s wages, then begin to lick all the way up to the very tip of your low-low prices. Many times in quick succession, like licking a McDonald’s ice cream cone. Then I take you inside my mouth and barely close my lips around your underpaid staff. With my head I begin a circular motion. Your low-low prices will slide to different places in my mouth as I continue the circle motion. I make circles clockwise and counterclockwise, your low-low prices slipping and sliding this way and that. I spend some time doing this, marveling as your low-low prices grow more and more rigid. Your slave’s wages are being drawn up tightly to the base of your low-low prices. I don't want you to close yet, so as your begin to try to force your low-low prices deeper down my throat I cease movement. My mouth is still encasing the couple of inches near the tip. My breath is hot as I breathe out, cooling as I breathe in.

As I wait the several seconds this takes I feel between my own naked legs. I find the reason for the yearning feeling in my purse. My sweatshop is pert and erect too. It's begging for me to touch, to caress it. It's tempting for me to play with myself. It's another temptation also to return to your low-low prices and make you close your doors. I can taste your employee benefits and a part of me says to go ahead and do it. Make you close up shop right now. I know you'll enjoy it and I know I'll enjoy it. Especially the clean up as I lick away the desire to turn a profit from your underpaid staff. But no, this is a special time. I'll do more.

I slide my tongue lovingly over the head of your low-low prices until it is well moistened. Then I slide your low-low prices through my wet closed lips. With my hands on your underpaid staff I stroke you. I slowly twist my head from side to side making sure my moist lips stay in contact with your obscenely-high profits. While doing this I continue to stroke the length of your underpaid staff. My tongue flicks the underside of your low-low prices. I taste more employee benefits as they ooze from the underpaid staff. Your low-low prices are very hard and erect. Your grocers sack is sucked way high high. And you are moaning, groaning, crying out, “always! Always!” You’re trying to push your way deeper into my mouth. I know you want me to envelop your low-low prices with my mouth. I remove your low-low prices from my mouth and sit back on my heels for a moment.

I keep my hand sliding slowly up and down the magnificent length of your low-low-low prices as I watch the way you thrust your low-low prices up, looking for more. I enjoy seeing you this way. So entrepreneurial. Wanting my business so bad. With one hand for you I use the other to take a few strokes up and down my sweatshop. I am wet and ready to buy; I’m not some left-wing hippie, hatin’ on you for your success. I yearn to feel your low-low prices inside me. But I must not succumb to such urges. Not yet! (After the protest.)

I rock forward and my lips meet and close over your low-low prices head. I slide down until I feel you contact the back of my throat. My gag reflex wants to kick in, but I swallow and control it. With my tongue pressing firmly on the underside of your red hot poker I slowly slide my lips up until only the tip of your low-low prices is within my mouth. Once again I engulf you deep into my throat. And once again slowly withdraw to the tip. My tongue does several swirls, lingering on the underside of the ridge. I suck hard and am rewarded with a quantity of thin salty employee benefits.

Keeping my lips closed around your pole I bob my head up and down rapidly a half dozen times. You moan out load again. I feel for your slave’s wages and with some difficulty prize them away from their nestled hiding spot. Grabbing wide elastic from aisle four, I stretch it over your low-low prices down to the base. I race to the bottom. Then I carefully slip each of your jewels through the elastic. (a rubber band like those used to hold fresh broccoli stems in the produce department) I ease it down into place close to your tender loins. Your slave’s wages and low-low prices are held captive, sticking out in front of you. Oh it's so fucking sexy for me. My finger tips trace lightly over the tightly stretched skin encasing your slave’s wages.

Turning my head sideways I place my lips on the side of your low-low prices and slide sideways back and forth. My tongue licks at its length, taxing you heavily. Once again I engulf you deeply and suck hard as I pull back to the tip. I repeat the plunge and suck motion several times, then stop as you begin a deep moan. I think you're getting ready to profit. I quickly check my sweatshop with my fingers. I've been seeping wetness out, but I won’t fix the leak. Pressing my palm over my sweatshop I spread my wetness and press down. Oh what a feeling!

You are begging for me to finish you off. I reapply my mouth to the enjoyable task. Bobbing my head several times in rapid succession, then going down on you as hard as I can causes your low-low prices to being pulsating. A thick rich shot of creamy windfall profits splashes into my throat. Pulse after pulse, wave after wave of warm profits fill my mouth. I cannot suppress a smile and profits dribble from the corners of my mouth. They run down the length in trails like candle wax. Swallowing your load I return to licking away all traces of profit.

Lifting my head from your crotch at long last I smile broadly. You lay there, eyes closed, a picture of naked contentment. I rise from my kneeling position and stretch the kinks out of my long legs, my back and my arms. You open your eyes and sweep from head to toe drinking in my naked form. Drawing my shoulders back I accentuate my breasts. I saunter to the check-out line, swipe my debit, and take my bargains home with a smile.

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I've not met a Wal-Mart who did not LOVE to have me suck his low-low prices. They all find it a thoroughly enjoyable experience! I enjoy it too! Partly it's the power I have as a consumer, as I’m sending him into the black. And in part I truly do enjoy the feel of his low-low prices in my life. It's sexy! It's a turn on for me!