4 comments/ 40853 views/ 1 favorites Late Night Shopping By: AgentAika As they lay naked in their bed, Stefanie turned to face her lover. "It is far too hot to sleep," she lazily remarked. Slowly opening her eyes, Caitlin softly asked what else she might have in mind. "Hmmm, how about a late night shopping trip?" Stefanie suggested; a knowing grin spreading across her face. Caitlin didn't need any more information than that – she had a fair idea of what her lover had in mind. "And what would my Mistress have me wear?" she enquired, her grin matching Stefanie's. Arising from the bed, Stefanie walked across the room to the wardrobe and taking out a short black button-through dress, tossed it to Caitlin. "I think you should wear this...but leave the knickers off." Opening the iron bound chest in the corner of the room, she continued with a smile, "You will be wearing this instead, Slave." Noticing that Caitlin could barely contain her delight as she strapped on the butterfly vibrator, Stefanie watched approvingly as her lover proceeded to put on a black push-up bra and the dress that had been chosen for her. "You may also wear these, Slave..." she said as she handed Caitlin a pair of elegant black high-heeled sandals. "...and I shall of course, keep this," she placed the remote control unit for the butterfly in the front pocket of her black jeans. As they drove the five miles to the all night supermarket, Stefanie periodically played around with the remote, making Caitlin whimper as the vibe sent waves of pleasure through her body. Parking the car, Stefanie turned to Caitlin, "Now then Slave, let us go shopping!" The supermarket was largely deserted, save for two checkout assistants, a couple near the fruit and vegetables and a young lad – whom they adjudged to be around 18 or 19 – who was unenthusiastically filling shelves. "Perfect!" exclaimed Stefanie as they picked up a basket. As they approached the couple near the fresh produce section, Caitlin did not need further instruction from her mistress; she knew she must stand as close as possible to them and pretend to be undecided as to what to she should put into her basket. As Stefanie slowly walked away toward the shelf-filler, her hand slid into her pocket and began to finger the remote. She knew without needing to look back that her willing slave would be trying her hardest to remain calm and demure whilst the butterfly vibrated against her pussy. She allowed herself a sly grin as she pictured Caitlin's clit, hard and swollen being stimulated by the vibe. The thought of her pussy becoming increasingly wet was enough to make her own throb and become damp. She considered turning back, taking Caitlin by the arm and roughly pulling her outside so that she could fuck her with a strap-on over the bonnet of her car but she was a far better mistress than that. Besides, she had other plans. Approaching the assistant, she enquired as to where the ice cream might be found. After mentally taking the measure of him and receiving directions, she returned to retrieve her slave. As she came nearer, she could see the other couple exchanging knowing looks as Caitlin was bent over, ostensibly choosing some mushrooms. Could they hear the vibe? She wondered to herself. Or were they merely enjoying the view? Caitlin's dress had ridden up so that her firm thighs were completely exposed. Had she leaned over any more they would most assuredly have been treated to the sight of her glorious pert bottom. As Stefanie drew closer, the couple moved away, giggling and kissing, heading quickly toward the checkout. "Something tells me they are going to be having some fun soon, don't you think, Slave?" she whispered as she stood close behind Caitlin. So close in fact that her pussy pushed hard into Caitlin's buttocks. "Yes, Mistress. I overheard him telling her exactly what he was going to do to her the minute they got outside the shop!" Inhaling deeply, Stefanie could appreciate the sweet musky aroma that was the combination of her slave's perfume and wet pussy... "Oh Slave, you really are smelling quite divine tonight. I am not surprised those two are feeling horny!" Straightening herself up, Caitlin thanked her mistress for the compliment. "Now then Slave, I suspect I may have found you a plaything. Come with me." Switching off the vibe, she led Caitlin back to where the assistant was still lazily filling the shelves. "Excuse me," Stefanie said as they approached him, "I seem to have forgotten where you said the ice-cream is. Do you think you could show us please?" With a barely audible mutter of impatience, the lad stood up but as he turned to face the two women, his chagrin evaporated as his eyes came to rest upon Caitlin's breasts, straining against the fabric of her dress and bra. Her nipples, hardened with excitement, were clearly visible beneath the soft black cotton of her clothing. Smiling sweetly, she allowed him to lead the way whilst Stefanie followed, her hand hovering in her pocket. As they approached the freezer, the assistant pointed and simply said, "In there." Turning her back to him, Caitlin leaned over to look. "Oh dear," she remarked, feigning consternation, "there does not appear to be any lime sorbet." "Perhaps it is right at the back. Why don't you lean over further and look?" suggested Stefanie, watching the assistant's reaction. She could see the lad could barely contain himself as Caitlin's rounded buttocks came into sight, his penis already growing hard inside his jeans. "Mmmmm, such a wonderful view, don't you think, Lad?" she asked, "...and she feels so good too." With these words, she moved over to Caitlin and raising her dress a little higher, began to stroke her bottom. "I am sure this lad would like to see more of you, Slave" she whispered in her ear as she too leaned over the freezer, "Now – part your legs!" At her mistress' command, Caitlin did as she was bid, making the assistant gasp at the sight of her naked, wet pussy. "Tell me lad," continued Stefanie, have you ever been with a woman?" Shaking his head, it was all the assistant could do to gasp that he had not. "Hmmm, have you ever tasted a woman?" the grin had returned to Stefanie's face as she stopped stroking Caitlin's rear and slowly turned her attention to her pussy. "Well then lad, this is your lucky night!" she declared, holding out a glistening finger, "Taste!" Looking around nervously, the assistant hesitantly moved closer to Stefanie until her outstretched finger was almost touching his lips. Pulling back suddenly, he stuttered, "I..I'm sorry ...I c..can't. It's more than my job's worth. W..what if someone saw us?" "In that case lad, I suggest we find somewhere more private" smiled Stefanie as she slowly licked her slave's juices from her finger. "Take us out to the store room." With some trepidation but clearly excited, the assistant led the way toward the back of the supermarket, all the time looking nervously around, to ensure they were not observed. "So Slave, are you enjoying yourself so far?" whispered Stefanie as her hand moved to the remote once more. With half closed eyes and a dreamy look about her, Caitlin simply answered, "Mmmmm!" Closing the store room door behind them, Stefanie moved toward the assistant. Standing behind him, she pressed her large breasts into his back and her pussy into his ass. As she reached around to unzip his jeans, she whispered into his ear, "Now then lad, let us see this hard cock of yours!" Caitlin gasped – partly at the sight of the assistant's solid penis escaping the confines of his clothing and partly because her mistress had just turned the remote up to full. Walking over to Caitlin, she commanded her to sit upon one of the boxes and remove the butterfly. "Now Slave, I want you to show this lad exactly what a slut you can be. Unbutton your dress and open your legs so he can see your wet cunt." Dutifully, Caitlin obeyed. Slowly circling the assistant and extending a long finger to raise his chin and look him directly in the eye, Stefanie was completely in control of the situation. "So lad, do you like what you see? Isn't she the most delightful little slave? See how wet her pussy is. I expect you would like that taste now, wouldn't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she bent down and inserted two fingers into her slave's now exposed wetness, making Caitlin squirm as she perched on the box. Pushing her fingers further into her her slave's wet pussy, Stefanie delighted in the reaction she was getting; both from Caitlin and the assistant. Slowly removing and then licking one finger herself, she offered the second to the assistant. This time he greedily accepted, a low moan escaping his lips as they enveloped the proffered digit. "I expect also that you would like my slave to suck your cock, wouldn't you lad?" His penis jerking involuntarily, the assistant nodded his assent. "Well then…" and turning toward Caitlin, "Slave, come over here. I want you on your hands and knees so that I may have access to your magnificent cunt as you suck this hard cock." Motioning for the assistant to sit upon the box, Caitlin crawled over to him on all fours. His penis again began to jerk as her fingers softly stroked it, gently pulling back his foreskin to allow her tongue better access to the glistening head. A drop of pre-cum welled up - she lightly flicked her tongue across the tip to taste it as she deftly pulled down his jeans and boxers. Moaning softly, her tongue played along the length of his hardened shaft, flattening out as she spread his legs wide to lick his scrotum and perineum. As her tongue once again moved up his cock, her fingers caressed his anus, pressing against the tightly puckered entrance they found there. Enveloping his engorged head with her lips and moving downward, her free hand squeezed the base of his shaft; sending ripples of ecstasy through the assistant's body, making him gasp and catch his breath. His groans of pleasure as she fucked him with her mouth were matched by her own as she felt her mistress' tongue and lips make contact with her swollen clit. Shuddering, she pushed herself backward so her mistress could fuck her wet pussy with her tongue. Feeling Stefanie's long nails bite deep into the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, was enough to make Caitlin again let out a gasp of pleasure. Her mistress' tongue probing deeper and deeper inside her was almost enough to push her over the edge. Almost... Suddenly Caitlin let out a long low groan as she felt something large and hard enter her. "Aah, does my little slave like being fucked with this carrot?" she heard her mistress growl, as the vegetable rammed furiously in and out of her pussy. "In that case, I suggest you lay on your back so this lad can see just how much you enjoy it." Once more, Caitlin obeyed her mistress and lay on her back with her legs spread-eagled on the cold, hard floor. Commanding the assistant to watch, Stefanie positioned herself on all fours, her head between Caitlin's legs and her own pussy resting on her slave's mouth. As Stefanie began to once more fuck her slave with the carrot and suck on her swollen clit, Caitlin hungrily lapped at her mistress' pussy, pushing three fingers inside her. Pausing briefly, she beckoned the assistant to come and kneel beside her. Taking his hand, she pushed one of his fingers inside Stefanie to ensure it was well lubricated before removing it and making him insert it into her arse. Growling with satisfaction, Stefanie fucked her slave faster and faster as tongue and fingers brought her to her own orgasm. Caitlin herself was on the brink of cumming and so it seemed, was the assistant. Moving off her slave, Stefanie commanded the assistant to take over, "...and make sure you fuck her mouth as well as her cunt." Almost as soon as his cock entered her mouth, Caitlin could feel it begin to twitch. As her own climax wracked her body beneath him, making her buck and push her pussy hard into Stefanie's greedy mouth, she felt hot cum spurt into her own, hitting the back of her throat. She knew she dare not swallow. Completely consumed by the violence of his orgasm, the assistant collapsed beside her; the carrot still firmly grasped in his hand. Glancing at the assistant laying panting on the floor, Stefanie leaned toward Caitlin. Entwining her hand in her slave's hair, she pulled her up toward her. "Now…SHARE!" she hissed as their lips met. All the assistant could do was watch as the two women shared his semen, their fingers finding each other's clits and sending them into rapture once more. Once they had regained some measure of composure, the women made themselves presentable again and hand in hand, made to leave. Turning to thank the assistant for a marvellously erotic fantasy and to bid him farewell, they both smiled as they saw him raise the carrot to his mouth and tentatively lick it. Completely oblivious to them, he grinned and bit off the end, chewing hungrily at the cum soaked vegetable. "Come Caitlin," whispered Stefanie softly, "let's go home to bed!" Late Night Shopping Someone once told me "that the best stories I've ever written, revolve around one of two subject matters: either writing about what happens to me personally, or just as effective: the 'fantasy,' incorporating what it is that I would like to happen to me, personally." This is an actual occurrence. It happened only 2 nights ago. Never having owned a vibrator in my entire life and suddenly finding I have a deep yearning to learn how to give terrific head [to one particular guy]: I went in search of my first rubber penis. Now a couple things need to be explained here in order for my readers to be able to understand the full impact of my predicament in finding this particular teaching tool. Despite the fact that I can write 'Smut;' I am not a promiscuous female: if anything, I am sexually inhibited and would die if any of my family, outside of my daughter, found out that I take great pleasure in reading and writing this kind of "garbage.". The reason I need to learn how to give head to this particular male is because I really, quite honestly don't know how to do it properly, never having administered it to a male before, despite my age. I found an article on site here, which gave a very detailed written tutorage and I wanted to buy a fake penis to practice on, while I learnt. ... And for those who are wondering why this particular male isn't teaching me himself: I cut ties with him, as he was about to give up on me as a lost cause. I fully intend on trying to reconnect with him a couple of months down the track, slimmer and hopefully, sexually advanced enough for him to take me seriously this time [like in my fantasy romance: Leeanne gets her wish.]. ............................. I had my adult daughter with me. She was in town on a 2 day visit from Melbourne. We had lunch at this little, open area restaurant in the heart of Surfers Paradise and I told her I wanted to go and discretely check out the adult store, so I could look for 'my little training tool.' Obviously, I left that little piece of information out of the conversation. My daughter was delighted because, being less inhibited than I am, she frequents these stores all the damn time. I chose this particular shop because there was a girl at the counter which, to me, was more comfortable than having a male looking over my shoulder as I viewed the merchandise. I had been in an adult store once before, about 3 months ago when my daughter thought it was time to broaden my sexual horizon. We had been completely alone that day also, except for one female sales person: so I felt free to explore what was on offer, although still vigilantly watching the entrance for any sign of male company. I would have died had a male walked in at any stage while I was perusing their wares. I found I loved the lingerie, especially the dress up stuff. I also discovered new things, like the fact that the male oriented sex toys are nothing like I thought they'd be; and they are more numerous and varied than I originally believed them to be. Anyway, we went inside the Surfers Paradise outlet: and I went straight down the aisle to the back of the store, making a beeline for the where the penises were located in the other shop. I wanted to find something realistic in size and shape, and without actually having a ruler close at hand, thought I had found what I was after. Obviously the color was all wrong. I took note of the brand, as there was no way in hell I was going to buy it there. The counter was right next to the entrance to the store and being late night shopping, the outside was packed with people looking into the store, although not actually being within the store boundaries. Because we were still alone and the shop interior was fairly well isolated from watching eyes, I continued to peruse for another five or so minutes. I was fascinated by the stock available. All of the sudden, out of nowhere, this loud wolf whistle shrills through the air and an even louder voice shrieks, "Hey, show me your tits. I want to fuck you!" I look to my right and there is this bloody toy parrot perched on a shelf. I think it was movement sensitive, as I couldn't shut the bloody thing up. This is obviously not what I want to hear being called out loudly around me in a sex shop. I quickly move away from the parrot, so the bloody thing stops squawking obscenities at me. A couple now enter the store. Having finally located a penis which looked the part, and looked like it might do the job adequately, but being too embarrassed to buy it there in front of my daughter; I decided I would zip into Southport [one suburb away] and buy it there instead. I waited outside for Amy. My daughter and I parted company soon after and I headed off for the other sex shop. I had a time frame in my mind of about 90 seconds to dive in, pull the thing off the wall, pay for it and be out of there. When I arrived at the other adult store, the first thing I saw was a young male loitering around the entrance. "Ok," I think to myself, "he'll go soon. I'll just wait a minute." Two minutes go by. I'm standing there trying to give the impression that I'm waiting for someone: only, beside he and I, there isn't another person to be seen anywhere. I look at him, as he is now watching me. I give him a quick smile, in return to the smile he has given me. Suddenly I hear, "So how's your night been, so far." "Good thanks," I reply and look down at the ground. I give him a sideways glance and he smiles at me again. Neither move. "Oh god," I think to myself, "Is he ever going to rack off? I can't walk in there with him standing there like that." I begin to consider the alternative of turning around, going home and coming back again another day. I wait a little longer, but he remains outside the door. "Oh hell," I think to myself, "I'll just walk past him, really quickly and simply ignore him." So I do. Inside the store, I'm completely alone. There isn't even a sales assistant anywhere. It hasn't dawned on me yet the significance of the guy outside. "Great," I think to myself, as I mentally recall the exact penis I want and begin searching for it. I scan the phallic section: my penis is not there. Disaster. There are plenty of other penises available, but not of the type I'd pre-chosen. I scanned the wall a second time thinking I might have missed it: How in the hell do you miss a 6"purple penis, for god's sake? It just wasn't there. I went in search of its replacement. God! What a choice. Most of the boxes promised to do everything, but take your panties off for you. I finally chose one made of a gel substance. I thought that that would do less damage to the back of my throat, as I practiced. I was in the process of taking it to the front counter, when, what I saw, stopped me dead in my tracks. The loitering male was counter staff. "Oh god," I thought immediately, "What the hell do I do now? I have a bright pink, boxed penis in my hand." I gained my composure, pulled myself up to my full height of 5'7," and with a look of feigned indifference, handed him my box. "These are very popular," he tells me. "Really!" I reply: wanting nothing more at this stage, than for him to put the damn object in a plastic bag and let me out of here. To my absolute horror and incredulity, he begins to open up the box. "I'll just test it with batteries for you. To get it home and find out that it doesn't work would suck, eh." What! Test it! No, its okay! God, what are you doing? I don't need you to test the bloody thing. He put two AA cell batteries in it, then turned the black piece at the bottom and a humming sound began, and I nearly died. I must have blushed, because my face became very hot and he laughed. "Looks like its working to me," he said. [Smart Arse] He put it back in the box, and I, quite flustered by this time, handed him my card to pay for it. To add insult to injury: while he was ringing up the sale, four men walked in to the store, and immediately I began to wish I were invisible. I put my head down and inwardly groaned, "Oh god. Let me out of here." One of them came to stand by the counter. I covered my forehead with my hand and the insolent mongrel, in what I'm sure was a mocking tone, commented "I've got one here bigger than that." The guy at the counter grinned. I took my package and left. Quickly! Well, so much for in and out in 90 seconds. Late Night Shopping Thursday and late night shopping. What a bore. The only reason the shop remained open was because the centre management insisted. The owner wasn't wasting his money staffing the store on Thursdays, though. The shop staff took it turn about to be bored on Thursdays as they received very little custom, if any. Friday nights were interesting. You did a lot of sales on Friday night, but Thursday? Forget it. Cindy sighed and leaned against the counter, playing with her phone. They weren't allowed to play their own music; they had to listen to that boring stuff the centre put out. 8:30 and another half hour of boredom to go. She perked up with interest as a customer walked in. Before she could even straighten up the customer was waving her away, apparently quite willing to just browse around. She idly watched him as he looked around. He was a large man. Fortyish, she guessed. A bit older than the men she normally dated, but quite nice looking. Cindy leant against the counter, keeping one eye on the customer, one eye on the phone. The man moved behind her and Cindy started. Did he just touch her bottom? She glanced around to see what the man was doing and he appeared to be just browsing what was on the shelves. She must have imagined it. The phone beeped, drawing her attention back to it. Again the man moved past behind her and this time Cindy froze. She definitely had not imagined that. He'd definitely touched her bottom. Say something or not? No. She'd let it go. She wasn't going to make a fuss about a simple touch, but he'd better not do it again. The man moved around to the front of the counter, looking at what was on display and then moving back over to the shelves. "Is there anything in particular I can help you with?" called Cindy. "No thanks," replied the man with a friendly wave. "Just looking." Cindy continued watching him as he moved around. He didn't seem to be trying to pinch anything, just looking the stock over generally. After watching for a while, Cindy's attention drifted back to her phone and her facebook. Typing onto her phone, Cindy was vaguely aware that the man was heading back in her direction. She became acutely aware of it when he stopped behind her and his hand ran lightly over her bottom. This time she was going to have to say something, she thought, starting to straighten up. "No," said his voice, one hand on her shoulder to hold her still. "Stay like that." His hand was now wandering over her bottom, getting acquainted with its curves. Cindy stayed still for the moment. What did he think he was doing? His other hand now dropped down and both hands were now stroking and fondling her bottom. Cindy knew she should be stopping him but it felt quite nice actually. His hands were big but gentle, teasing her bottom and stirring her imagination. Cindy stood there as his hands dipped and caressed. Then one hand dipped down and around, gently stroking her pussy. My god, she thought. He's groping me in the middle of the shop. She had to put a stop to this. The strangers hand was now running along her pussy, tracing the slit between her lips as though he had the right. Her tight yoga pants weren't quite as comfortable as she had thought. They now felt tight and confining. Knowing she should speak, but unable to resist feeling that touch for a few more moments, Cindy stood there. Excitement was starting to burn deep inside her, ignited by the forbidden touch and fanned by knowing they were in full view of anyone who entered the store. Well, not full view, Cindy admitted to herself. They were behind the counter and what was happening couldn't be seen unless someone else came into the store. But she had to stop this, soon. The teasing hand moved away from her pussy and travelled back up, trailing over her bottom to meet its partner. Both hands now moved smoothly up, under her skirt and up to her waist. To Cindy's horror, the man slipped his thumbs inside the waist-band of her yoga pants and started pulling downwards. "Enough," snapped Cindy. Well, she meant to snap it. It actually came out as a very small whisper. A whisper that was easily ignored, she found, as her yoga pants were moved down to her knees before this monsters hands started sliding back up to her bottom. Cindy gulped and stood still as hands stroked her bottom, effectively bare now except for some brief panties. Very brief she realised as she felt just how much of her bottom the man now had free access to. A large hand hooked under the edge of her panties and followed then down and around, finding her pussy and now he was touching her there, under her panties. Cindy gasped and squirmed as she felt a finger push its way between her lips and up into her more private areas. Unfortunately, she couldn't be sure if she'd squirmed away from or into the probing touch. She had a nasty suspicion it was into. She was now hot and wet and the man could tell that for a fact. The touch became firmer as her labia were stroked and parted, giving freer access to her inner self. Now her panties were being gently removed, slowly, giving her time to voice the protests that trembled on her lips. Inner excitement stifled any thought of protest. Let him touch her a little longer. As long as no-one came in it couldn't hurt, and if anyone did enter she could pull up her pants quickly. A foot touching hers, tapping it, encouraging her to move her legs further apart, and then his hands were on her hips, drawing her a little further away from the counter. Poised like that Cindy heard a rasping sound and wondered what it was. Shock raced through her. That had been his zipper and he was pressing his cock against her lips. Did he think he was going to fuck her right here in the middle of the store when anyone could walk in? It wasn't going to happen, she decided. Cindy opened her mouth. "This has gone far enough," was what she intended to say. What actually happened was she gave a small squeal as she was suddenly transfixed by a surging cock. "Oh, my god," she thought. "I'm being fucked in public. Why aren't I stopping this?" Cindy felt the man's cock withdraw and return, surging happily into her. The excitement within her was overwhelming her common sense. She liked this. She wanted it to continue. She instinctively pushed back to meet the man's thrusts. Holding Cindy's hips firmly the stranger thrust hard and fast, enjoying the sensations of taking this young woman. He had sensed her ambivalence and had also felt her body reacting to his touch. Timing it right he was now able to enjoy her body, feeling her enjoying his attentions in return. Cindy was gasping hard, feeling this cock rampaging through her, driving her before it. The excitement of the flesh joined with the excitement of the mind, knowing that they could get caught at any moment but not caring. She could feel her brand new lover picking up the pace and knew that he was almost ready. She found herself pushing back harder, trying to make sure that she also came, not wanting to miss the finale. Thrusting into this delicious young body, knowing that it would soon be over, the stranger picked up the pace. He could feel the shop-assistant starting to convulse beneath his relentless pounding and smiled. She was having a climax and now he was about to have his. Thrusting even harder, the stranger came, flooding Cindy with his seed. They rested for a moment, waiting for their respective releases to die down. Slowly withdrawing, the man then leant down and pulled up Cindy's panties and yoga pants. Moving around to the front of the counter, the man looked at Cindy. She was still leaning on the counter, a slightly dazed look on her face. He smiled and spoke. "May I say that you provide excellent customer service. You are a credit to the store." "Thank you, sir," said Cindy, automatically. "Please come again."