6 comments/ 20008 views/ 13 favorites Nicki's Stories Ch. 01 By: nickitaylor Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicki - when I was younger I used to put a little heart instead of a dot over the first 'I'. But I have kind of grown out of that now. I am about five feet six in stocking feet, and five nine most of the time - I love wearing heels. I have long wavy brown hair and a... curvaceous body; sometimes it's hard for men to make eye contact with me - they prefer making eye contact with my boobs. But that's OK. I live in Brighton, and have since I graduated from university there. I am still just about as penniless as I was as a student; just picking up temp work here and there. My degree just wasn't good enough to get me a proper graduate job. My own silly fault I suppose. Most of the time I spend horny as hell; I suppose I am obsessed with sex and can never quite get enough. And if this story's going to start anywhere, I guess it makes sense for it to start there. I had taken an office job for a couple of weeks in Lewes - just a short train journey from home. Each afternoon, to get home, I have to walk past the local sex shop. And there was this bloke at the office - I had started to get obsessed with him - know what I mean? Any time I let my mind wander I'd be fantasizing about him. You know, broad shouldered, mane of hair, sense of humour, eyes that sparkle and made my knees weaken as I passed his desk. Mmmmm. Anyway, I was thinking about Chris as I walked home from the station, and I was passing the sex shop. "What the hell," I thought and stepped up to the door. Deep breath and I pushed open the door, my hear pounding. It had one of those electronic buzzer things that goes off when you open a shop door, but this one was mega-loud. It made me jump. Anyway, then I walked on in. I had never been in one of these places before so I had no idea what to expect. I think it was a little more... squalid than I would have liked, and quite in-your-face. I think you know what I mean if you've ever been into one. So part of me is fascinated at everything that was 'on display.' Pictures of people doing private things to each other. And... 'objects' which might be hidden in your knicker drawer. My eyes flitted from one thing to the next, each one setting my heart beating faster. I don't know how I looked to the old guy behind the counter, but I must have been a sight. "All right love?" He asked me, with a smile. At least I think that's what he said. I think it was only the second time he spoke that it registered. "Mmmmm? Oh! Yes. Fine thanks." "Anything I can help you with?" "Just looking for the moment, thanks." I glanced over at him and smiled, his eyes were on my chest; then looking down at my legs, undressing me mentally. "All right love. Just let me know if you need anything." "Thanks." I realised that I was the only customer and started to look around. Looking across rows of naked copulating bodies on the cover of magazines: oral, anal... all sorts. But the cocks. My goodness, the cocks were big. Much bigger than the ones I'd experienced in real life. I could feel the colour rising in my cheeks, and came to the end of the magazine shelf; round the corner were the DVDs, and they were just as bad. Girls with their faces covered in cum - I mean literally covered in cum. Girls in uniforms, in latex, indoors, outdoors. Row upon row of images, seared into my mind as I looked along the shelves, my heart pounding, my knees feeling weak. When I turned the corner from the DVDs, I got to the toys section of the shop. Instead of pussies now, it was row upon row of cocks. Such a variety of size and every colour; natural tans and blacks; pinks, silvers, smooth, ribbed, veined. I kept walking along, scanning the shelves my eyes getting wider, my heart thumping in my chest. At some point I must have reached out, in a haze, to touch one of the dildos. It was absolutely enormous, but quite life-like - I mean I guess it was; I had never seen a cock like that in real life. It was maybe a foot long and as thick as my arm; veined and black, with a pair of balls and everything. Anyway, I reached out and touched it in some kind of reverie, not even realising what I was doing. Then he spoke and that broke the spell. "Interesting choice." He said. I pulled back my hand like I had been electrocuted, and my face burned red as I blushed. I glanced over at him, and saw him grinning back at me. A real lecher's grin. "Are you still just looking?" He asked. I was tongue-tied; embarrassed, I just stood there. But he must have thought I was thinking about his question. I was just about ready to bolt for the door, never to return. "£19.95" He said. "Pardon?" "That's how much it is-£19.95." "Oh." I managed, as I realised what he was talking about. But I guess he thought I was disappointed, or something, because then he said, "But we may be able to do some kind of a... deal." He gave me his best lecher's smile. I was still in some kind of out of body state - I had never been in a place like that before, and certainly never seen a cock the size of that one, plastic or flesh; my heart was hammering in my chest and my cheeks burning. At the time I swear I didn't catch the innuendo implied in his offer of a 'deal.' "A deal?" I replied. I smiled-it was supposed to just be a smile, but it came out wrong. I think it must have seemed like a come on to him - it must have done. Because he... well he didn't suggest any kind of discount. At least not in the... conventional sense. "Yea," He said, "Something like that, well, you know, I'd want to know it was going to a good home." If I thought his smiles had been lecherous, then this one was a doozie. A broad grin that any Cheshire cat would have been proud of. "You know, somewhere it would be... loved." I raised my eyebrows - I was trying to fathom, in my addled brain, what on earth he meant. But it dawned on me too late. By the time I realised what he had said, my eyebrows had said to him, 'tell me baby, tell me what you mean about giving that dildo a good home.' "So..." He went on. "Do you think you could?" "Could..." I managed. "Could give that big black plastic cock a good home?" I felt like my knees were about to buckle. Looking back, I can't decide whether I was already so far gone I didn't realise what he was implying, or whether I realised, but was too embarrassed to reply. Eventually, I replied, "I... I don't really know." "Mmmmmm." He replied. "Because, you know." "What?" "If you were going to give it a good home, I could give you a discount." "I see." "But you'd have to prove it to me." "Prove it?" He nodded. "Yea. Prove you were going to give it a good home." If I had had any sense at all. Any. At all. I would have just left. Just walked out, and down the street and home. But no. No, not me. Oh no, I opened my big mouth: "How would I do that?" Almost as soon as I said it I started to realise I'd made a mistake. I don't know if that was the point of no return, or whether it was the moment I entered the shop, or maybe even later... "It would get lonely if it wasn't used... So, you show me that you'll use it, and you can have it... cheap." "Cheap?" "Well... free, if the proof's good enough." "Free?" I raised my eyebrows again, this time in surprise, but then, as he started talking, I remembered the old adage, 'There's no such thing as a free lunch.' Well, three's no such thing as a free dildo either. "Let me watch," He said. "Let me watch you use that thing, and you can keep it." There. There it was. No more innuendo, no more hints, or implications, he had said it. My mouth dropped open, and if I thought my heart was pounding already, it went into overdrive. I was rooted to the spot, and he started to walk over to me from behind the counter. He glanced down at my boobs again, and smiled. I realised that he must have seen my nipples pushing against the knitted lambs wool dress I was wearing. I was turned on; turned on by the squalidness, the nastiness of the shop, and the bloke and that gorgeous foot-long black plastic cock. Just as he got to me he reached up to the shelf and took down the dildo; he handed it to me and like an idiot, I took it. My hands didn't know what to do; I wanted to drop it and caress it at the same time; my fingertips explored, it, almost like it was a hot potato. What the hell was I going to do now? What the HELL? The loud two-tone blast of sound made me jump - literally. I dropped the dildo and crouched down to find it; and realised that someone else had entered the shop. This was too much - just too much. I found the dildo, thrust it into the hands of the shop assistant, turned on my heel and headed for the exit. "Wait a minute," called the assistant, but I ignored him. I brushed passed the middle-aged bloke in a classic dirty-old-man overcoat, opened the door and shot out into the sunlight. I headed for home, still flushed, heart still pounding and, I have to admit, the gusset of my knickers soaking. I was so definitely turned on, but also glad to be out of there. Did that make me a tease? A slut? Both? It only took me ten minutes to get home - much faster than usual - and my head was full of images. Images of me 'earning' that dildo, fantasies of me, seducing Chris at work, my libido working overtime as I tried to think through what had just happened, and what had almost happened. Had it almost happened? Was I just about to slap that guy across the face for his lewd suggestion, or was I just about to earn myself a long black dildo? Would I ever know? When I got home to my flat, I dropped my coat and bag in one chair and collapsed into the other. I just sat there stunned for a little while as my heart slowed back to a near normal pace. I couldn't remember the last time I had been quite so turned on, quite so aroused. Eventually, when I had calmed down, I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on the telly and gave myself a quiet moment. The wine relaxed me and, an hour after the whole thing seemed like a bit of a dream. I called the local Indian and ordered a takeaway; after a second glass of wine I walked over to the Tandoori and collected my dinner. Just as I was leaving, who should be going in, than the guy from the sex shop. I don't know who was more surprised - him or me. My eyes widened in recognition, and his did the same as he held the door open for me. My heart in my throat, I beat a hasty retreat, walking quickly back to my flat; this time I didn't hear anything from behind me and ten minutes later I was back in my flat, feet up, shoes off, with a glass of wine in my hand and my dinner on my lap. The next morning was cold, bright and sunny. A perfect autumn day. When I walked past the shop on my way to the station it was still hours before it would open. I kept my head down and walked quickly past. I caught the train to Lewes and was met at the office by the manager, who seemed surprised to see me. "Oh! Hello Nicki, what are you doing here?" "Pardon?" "Well... I mean... Didn't you get the message?" "Sorry, what message?" "The agency left a message on your answerphone yesterday evening. We're over budget. We can't afford to keep you on any longer. I am really sorry." The real problem with agency work is that you just don't know how long it will last. But this was the least notice I had ever had. Problem is, if you want to stay sweet with the agency, you can't afford to get stroppy. "Oh," I said, trying to stay under control. "That's a shame. I hope this isn't a reflection on the quality of my work." "Not at all. I'd be happy to give you a reference. It's just... It's just the money." "I see." The conversation stammered on for a minute, and then there I was, back on the street in Lewes after a wasted journey. I went to a coffee shop to gather my thoughts. Texted the woman at the agency to let her know I had now got the message, and wondered if she had anything else she could offer me. By the time I had finished my coffee, I still hadn't had anything back from her. I sighed, stood up and made my way back to the station. It was still only 10:30. Days without work drag. They always drag. There wasn't a train for ages - apparently, I'd just missed one; It was after 11 before I was coming out of Brighton station, and the wind was picking up. Clouds scudding across the sky. Head down, collar up, I headed for home. Tap tap, tap tap, my heels ticked along the pavement. Only when I was a few feet from the door did I realise I was back outside the shop. THE shop. Anyone watching would have seen a hesitation in my walk; but only momentary, until I was well passed the shop. Then I stopped. I can't explain why I stopped, but I did. I looked back up the road behind me, back passed the shop; there was no one around. I took a few hesitant steps back, and my heart began to beat faster. Almost like a magnetic affect on my heart as I got closer and closer to the door. Still no one around. What on earth did I expect? What the FUCK was I doing? But something, perhaps some unfinished business, was drawing me back to the shop. I stood there with my hand on the door knob, and seconds went by before I finally willed myself to open the door. Nothing had really changed since the previous day. The same magazines and DVDs staring back at me from the shelves. The same toys, the same dildos; and, when I glanced over to the till, the same shop assistant. And he was smiling over at me. "Hello again." He said. I gulped, my throat dry, "Hello." "Can I help?" I bit my lower lip. I could still go, still run from the shop - although the way my knees were feeling, I might just fall in a heap. "Are you still interested in that... item you were looking at yesterday?" "I think so... yes." He grinned, such a lecherous grin. "Cool. Want to discuss... payment options?" "Ummmm." He chuckled. "I suppose I should take that as a 'Yes.'" I didn't know what I was doing. Stone cold sober, in a sex shop, apparently agreeing to give a sex show to a stranger in exchange for a dildo. Absolutely fucking CRAZY. 'Muh Lud, we'd like to enter a plea of temporary insanity. The young lady didn't know what she was doing.' Too right I didn't. "There's a room in the back of the shop, with a sofa. Want to take a look?" My face was blushing crimson, but I managed a single nod. He smiled, and went to the front door, turned a key and then led me into the back room. It was even more squalid than the shop - and that's saying something. A very old, purple two seater sofa was in the back and had a coat draped over one arm. A couple of dog-eared magazines (you can guess what kind) were lying on the arm. "We don't have visitors very often, and the cleaner hasn't been in a while." He chuckled. "If you were to... you know... with that dildo and let me watch you get yourself off, you'd be welcome to keep it. What do you say?" I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My cheeks were burning, my knees wobbling and my heart was seriously trying to escape my chest; but most important of all, I could feel my pussy tingling, and there was definitely moisture down there. I was so turned on, I could hardly believe it. "OK." I finally managed. He smiled and nodded-then left the room, went back into the shop and returned with the dildo; it really was as big as I remembered it. He handed it to me; I took it from him while still wearing my coat, and still with my bag over my shoulder. I shrugged my bag off my, and put it on the floor, then juggled the dildo from one hand t the other as I took off my coat. I was wearing the same knitted wool dress as I had the previous day. With my coat off, I held the dildo in one hand and explored it length with my fingertips. I could feel the contours of the veins that ran along its length, the shape of the balls at the base of the shaft, the curve of the exposed helmet. I was only vaguely aware that shop guy was in the room, standing a few paces from the sofa as I sat down on its arm. In for a penny, in for a pound. I lifted the tip of the dildo to my lips and kissed it. Then let the tip of my tongue slide down its length. I could feel the wetness of my own panties and the throbbing of my clit; I could only imagine how pointy my nipples were through the lambs wool. I slide the tip of the dildo down over my chin, my throat and onto my chest, pressing it against my breasts, letting it find the deep valley between them, pushing against the wool of my dress, stretching it. I heard a groan, then realised it was me. I bit my lower lip again, and closed my eyes, sliding the dildo's head up and down between my breasts. It felt so fucking good, I hardly cared where I was; I could ignore the musky damp smell of the room around me, and focus on the biggest hardest cock I'd ever seen. One hand still grasped the base of the cock, and thrust it between my aching, tingling tits, the other hand started to slide up and down my leg, feeling the smoothness of my stockings and the softness of my dress. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, almost light headed. The hand on my leg slipped under the hem of my dress, slowly lifting it up, letting me touch my thigh higher and higher. I groaned again as my fingertips touched the damp gusset of my knickers; then my nails raked back down my thigh, teasing myself felt so good. One hand rubbed at my pussy through my knickers, the other now teased at my thigh with the dildo. Letting its tip slow slide up my leg. I started whimpering, eyes still closed. I slid off the arm of the chair and onto the sofa itself, parting my legs, my skirt lifted to my waist. Fingertips pulled my knickers aside and let the dildo brush against my labia, "Oh fuck." I whispered. I slide the cock head up and down along my slit; no need for any lube, I was so wet... dripping wet. Just a little extra pressure of cock head against pussy and I felt my lips starting to part. I gasped and bit my lip again, slowly sinking the tip of that enormous cock into my dripping cunt. It stretched me so, but I couldn't have stopped, not if I wanted to. I slid the head back out and in again, gasping again as I felt it slip slightly further inside this time. Out, and in again, now maybe four inches of the fattest cock in the world was stretching my cunny. "Oh Jesus," I whispered and finally opened my eyes. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised my, but, there he was standing with his trousers round his ankles and a hard-on in his hands. Not nearly as big as mine, but sizable and real all the same. Pink glistening and twitching. My eyes went wide and I pushed that dildo deeper into my pussy; but now, I had locked my eyes on his as I started to fuck myself in earnest. With every thrust, I pushed more of that enormous dildo into my dripping snatch. Inch after blessed inch entering me, making me feel as I never have before - wanton, ecstatic, electric. His eyes were on me as I fucked myself, and his hand started moving up and down his cock faster and faster, "Oh God," he said, "Oh GOD." I think he must have been light-headed too, or maybe just off balance with his trousers round his ankles, but he stumbled and stepped forward, only a foot or so away from my now. One hand was now pushing that dildo's full length inside me, the plastic balls against my ass cheeks; the other mauling my own breast through my dress; grabbing, teasing, pinching. His hand was going so fast now, he wasn't going to last much longer, and the way I was feeling, I didn't think I could last much longer either. With one final thrust, I felt my world explode, with the room spinning around me as I squealed, screamed and came. Then I felt something splatter against my face and looked over at him to see cum spurting from his cock and hitting my face, my hair my dress. "Fuck!" was all he said as he ejaculated, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Nicki's Stories Ch. 01 I flopped back onto the sofa and licked my lips, tasting the saltiness of his cum; then slowly I withdrew my dildo, feeling a sudden sense of emptiness as my pussy closed behind it. I moaned softly, and lay there for a minute, before slowly coming to my senses. What the hell had I just done? Masturbated in front of a complete stranger in the back room of a sex shop, while he wanked over me. I sat up, and pulled down my skirt, rearranging myself. I reached for my handbag and found a tissue, and cleaned my face up as best I could. I needed a vanity mirror to get at the stuff in my hair, but I even managed that. I dabbed at the stains on my dress, so that at least they just looked like damp patches, not ejaculate. Meanwhile, he (I still didn't now his name) had slipped his wet dick back into his trousers and watched me as I tidied up. "That was fucking amazing." He said. "Well worth it." I smiled up at him, "I got a little more than we bargained for, you dirty bugger. I don't know if the stains will ever come out of this dress..." "Mmmm. Sorry about that. Maybe..." He paused, then smiled. "Hold on a minute." He went over to a cupboard in a corner and started rummaging through a cardboard box. A few seconds later he returned with an armful of lingerie. "Here. Take these." I looked through them - a latex corset, latex stockings and a G-string. "Mmmm. Thanks - but I can hardly wear these for work, can I?" "I just thought..." He began. "Well... it's a nice thought - thanks." I put the things into my bag, along with the dildo, stood up and smoothed my dress straight. Then I put on my coat and shouldered my bag. "I had better be going." "Oh. OK." I don't know what he had been expecting, and I suppose, I didn't know either, but I was feeling pretty awkward now, so I headed for the door, followed by him. I walked through the shop and tried the door, realising that it was still locked. I unlocked it, turned and smiled, "Goodbye." "Goodbye. Hey - I don't even know your name." He said. "I don't know yours either." I laughed as the door closed behind me. Nicki's Stories Ch. 02 I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair. Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of my day would be a let down compared with that... Given the remnants of cum in my hair and on my face, I decided to take a shower. I threw my dress and undies in the dirty clothes hamper and got under the shower. It felt so good to get clean after what had happened at the shop. I wrapped myself in a towel and my hair in another, then went back into the sitting room. My mobile buzzed, indicating I had a new message; and I rummaged about in my bag to find it; pulling out my latex gifts in the process. The message was from the agency, indicating somewhat apologetically that they didn't have anything for me for the next week. Bugger. I had been relying on that income to cover my rent, which was due at the end of the following week. With missing the end of this week's work and all of next, I was skint. Bugger. I needed to do something to cheer myself up. Then I looked again at the lingerie in my lap and realised—that would cheer me up; why don't I get dressed up? I stood up, dropped the towel to the floor and put on the G-string, stockings and corset. Then I searched out some high-heeled patent boots from the closet and added them to the ensemble. With my hair tied back in a ponytail, I looked at myself in the full-length wardrobe mirror. Wow. The black latex corset accentuated my assets: my trim waist, my big boobs. The latex stockings looked gorgeous on my legs and went beautifully with my boots. A little eye shadow, rouge and scarlet lipstick and I went from wow, to... well, amazing. I tried strutting around my flat in this get up, and, I have to say, it got me pretty excited. I was still skint, but now I was excited too. If it felt this good to walk around my flat dressed like this, what on earth would it be like to be out and about dressed like this? Even with my long black coat on over this get-up, the latex stockings would be a bit of a giveaway that something was a little... out of the ordinary. A lump came to my throat as I started thinking about it. How fun would it be to walk the streets like this, with everyone who passed me by wondering what was underneath my coat. The more I thought about it the hornier I got. I got to the point where I couldn't imagine not doing it. I got my keys, wallet and phone and put them in my coat pocket; wrapped myself in my coat, took a deep breath and opened the door. A few seconds later I was out on the street. Every so often, I'd meet someone in the street, and get looks of astonishment from those that saw me. The men looked like they would start drooling; women tended to look at me like I was a slut. But what a buzz! After a while, I found myself heading back towards the shop. I stopped and thought. Do I really want to go back there? To the still nameless man who wanked off over me this morning? I realised I did. I wanted to show him the outfit he'd given me, and gauge his reaction. This time, when the buzzer sounded as I opened the door, I was ready for it. I looked over at the counter and there he was. He had just glanced up from a magazine, when he did a double take. I smiled and walked over to him. He gulped, then started, "Hello." "Hi." He looked me up and down, and realised I was wearing the latex stockings. "Oh God." He said. "Are you wearing the rest of that outfit too?" "What do you think?" "Oh shit." He gulped again. "I'd love to see..." I raised my eyebrows. I felt I had power over this man, and I suppose I did. "I bet you would." I let the words hang in the air... "Do you think you could make it worth my while?" I smiled and nonchalantly started browsing around the shop—looking at this and that, heading past the magazines and DVDs to the toys. I absently picked up a ball gag, held it up to my face before putting it down again, then found a riding crop. I swished it back and forth, then held both ends and felt its springiness as I flexed it. There were all sorts of things in this section: whips, handcuffs, gags. Sexy exciting stuff... The guy was tongue-tied. Had no idea what to say. Before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded and someone else came in. A middle-aged man in a raincoat and carrying a briefcase. He seemed a little startled to see me there, and started to look through the magazines. Every so often he'd glance over at me and I smiled back. The third time, after he'd looked me up and down, I winked at him. Where had that come from? When did I start winking at strangers in sex shops? I suppose it shouldn't shock me so much, given what had already happened that day. I looked back at the shop assistant and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of my coat; just enough that he could see some cleavage. He groaned quietly. I could sense that the other guy's interest was piqued. I turned to him and smiled, lifting my leg just a little so that it pushed apart the bottom of my coat; it gave him a tantalizing look at my latex covered thigh. I smiled and winked again. It wasn't me blushing any more. "Wh... what do you want?" Asked the shop assistant. "What do I want?" I repeated, "I think that rather depends on what you want..." "I..." He whispered, stammering, "I want to see you in that outfit. And... and I'd like to take pictures too." The middle-aged guy was inching closer, I think he got the gist of our conversation and wanted to listen in. "And what do you think that's worth?" I asked. "Another twenty quid?" "Just for a picture of me in this outfit?" "Well... maybe more than one...? And what if you took off the outfit too?" "That'll cost you more..." "Uh. OK." "And no touching." "How much more?" I had to do some quick mental maths. If I played this well, I might end up having the rent to pay at the end of the week. I turned to the other guy. "Are you interested too?" "Very." He replied. His cheeks were beet red. I had the feeling that he hadn't always been the most adventurous of people in the bedroom. "Well... let me see. How about, you can take as many pictures as you like, and I'll wear whatever you like from this shop. But no touching. The session lasts an hour and you give me a hundred quid each—plus, anything you give me to wear, I get to keep." They agreed way too easily. I think I could have asked for more, but a deal is a deal. It seemed that, for a hundred quid, they were both happy enough with their camera phones. The shop assistant put a note on the door, saying that the shop was closed for lunch. That gave us free rein in the shop—we didn't need to move to that dirty back room. I faced the two of them and unbuttoned my coat, I opened it like a flasher and showed off my outfit in all its glory. They loved how I looked and started taking pictures. I smiled, then bit my lip, winked; posing for their cameras, giving them a show. Then I shrugged the coat from my shoulders and put my hands on my hips; click, click. I folded my arms under my boobs, lifting them up, showing them off. They loved that too. I turned away from them and bent over, feeling the latex G-string between my buttocks, knowing that I was showing off my arse to these two lechers. I looked back over my shoulder, with my hands on my arse cheeks and they seemed to love that pose—especially when I licked my lips. "C... c... can you take off that G-string?" Asked middle-aged guy. I smiled at him and, still bending over, slid the knickers down my legs, so I was showing off my bare arse to him. "Now stand with your legs further apart, please." He said. I parted my legs, my feet a good three feet apart. I realised then he had a great view of my pussy as he clicked away with his camera phone. "Yes." He said, "Just like that." I stood up and turned around, letting them both see my hairy pussy. They clicked away like mad things and I could see bulges in both their trousers. Shop assistant piped up then, "Let us see you wearing something else." "Like what?" He went over to the lingerie section and picked out a fishnet mini-dress. The thing would have been completely indecent to wear in public, but then I guess that was the point. I undid the corset and, as my tits popped out, I realised I hadn't shown them off before—at least not to either of these two. I wriggled into the mini-dress and asked them how I looked. "Splendid." "Fucking brilliant." They replied. I gave them a variety of poses in this new outfit—still wearing the latex stockings and my black patent boots. My nipples were sticking out again—I could feel them poking out of the fishnet material of the dress. They seemed to particularly like it when I crouched down in the dress, knees apart. I must admit I loved the attention of these two; that and the money was enough to get me feeling quite hot and horny. Shop assistant went over to the toys section and came back with something in his hand. "Wear that now will you?" Cheeky. It wasn't clothes at all. He had given me a black butt plug. "Cheeky." He nodded. "I'll need some lube." He gave me a tube of strawberry flavoured lube. I made a big show of squirting lube on the plug—and they took their share of pictures of that, I can tell you. Then they took more as I bent over and started to ease the plug into my asshole. I started groaning; my clitty pulsing as I felt the plug filling fuller and fuller. They had both gone quiet now; but they carried on taking pictures. Middle aged guy handed me a ball gag with a bright red rubber ball. "You want me to wear that too?" He nodded. "Kinky." I strapped on the ball gag and bent over again, to show off the butt plug. When I looked over my shoulder at them, they went crazy taking picture after picture. The tents in their trousers were very clearly visible now. They were going to be in need of some relief. I knelt down on all fours and lifted my bum into the air. The two of them loved that and started inching closer as they took their pictures. Shop assistant took out his cock at that stage; I don't think he could help himself. He started trying to take pictures with one hand and stroke himself with the other. Middle-aged man went off to the other side of the shop; I did wonder what he was going to come back with. Turns out it was a strap-on harness. I couldn't really smile with a mouthful of ball-gag. But I stood up, loosened the gag and let it hang around my neck. I stepped into the leg holes of the strap-on harness and moved it into position; the dildo was about eight inches long and bright red. I smiled and held that cock like I meant business. Shop assistant started wanking like there was no tomorrow; he'd just about given up trying to take pictures. Middle-aged man mumbled something I didn't quite hear. "What was that?" I asked. He cleared his throat. "I said, I'll give you another two hundred if... if..." "If what?" "If you'll fuck me with that." My eyes went wide, but I have to admit I was turned on by the idea. "You want me to arse-fuck you with this, for two hundred quid?" All he could do was gulp and nod. I swear shop assistant guy was literally drooling at the idea. I turned to him, "Well, if you want pictures of that, it'll cost you an extra hundred." Shop assistant was suddenly quite hoarse, but managed, "OK." Was there no limit to what they wanted? Was there no limit to what I would do? I had never ever done anything like this before, not even close. I hadn't read about this stuff, had hardly even fantasised about it, but here I was. And I was loving it. It was as if I was an actress who had suddenly found the role I was destined to play. I rolled my shoulders back, stood up straighter and looked middle-aged man straight in the eyes. "You're going to do as you're told, aren't you?" I paused, and realised there was something missing, "Aren't you, BOY?" The silence was palpable. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, before he whispered, "Yes." "Pardon?" "Yes, Miss." "Mmmm... Better." I grabbed the red plastic cock and held it in caricature, "You want some of this, don't you boy?" "Yes Miss." "You want to feel this cock in your arse, don't you?" He gulped, "Oh God, Yes Miss. I do." I smiled. "Well, I don't think I am quite dressed right for the occasion. You don't mind if I choose a different outfit, do you boy?" "Oh no Miss." I walked over towards the rack of outfits in the shop and made a show of looking through what was available. The piece I liked best was not so different from the corset I had been wearing, except that it was supposed to stop short of my breasts. But then I saw a full-length black latex cat suit and decided that that was what I really wanted. I told the two men to wait and went into the back room. I took off the fishnet mini-dress and the latex stockings. Instead I put on the cat suit and the corset over it. With the boots back on, the finishing touch was the big red strap-on dildo. I must have looked amazing, because when I re-entered the shop, the assistant's mouth dropped open and middle-aged man fell to his knees. That made me smile. I walked over to them and looked down on the middle-aged man on his knees. Virtually sneering at him, I growled, "Lick it, boy." His whole demeanour had changed, like he had regressed into some submissive persona; but now he could hardly make eye contact with me and shuffled forwards on his knees. Then he started to lick the red plastic dildo as if it were a real cock. He licked around the rim of the helmet and then along the underside of the shaft. Up and down he went, then started licking at the plastic balls too. I glanced over at the shop assistant and saw him taking pictures of us. He was riveted. "Do you still want fucking, boy?" All he could do was look up and nod. I smiled and grabbed the riding crop. I put the end of it to his chin and lifted his face so I could see him as I spoke. "Strip, boy." I watched as this man... or mouse... took off his clothes as he knelt before me. He rose briefly to take off his trousers and left all his clothes in a disorderly pile on the filthy floor of the shop. Then, there he was kneeling naked in front of me, and willing to pay me handsomely to fuck his backside with a big red cock. I got him to stand up, turn around, and bend over the till. Then, before I lubricated the dildo, I gave him a spanking with that crop. I left some vivid red marks across his arse; but after the yelp which followed my first strike, he remained remarkably, impressively quiet. When I had lubed up the dildo, I started sliding the head up and down along his arse crack. Boy, did that make him moan? When I rubbed the dildo's tip around his puckered anus he really started whimpering; I started pushing forward very, very slowly, but I could feel the resistance of his sphincter, before, suddenly, I was in. I was fucking this stranger's arse. It felt electric. He responded to my every movement as I rocked back and forth, back and forth, sliding more and more dildo into his waiting arse. This was so much better than an office job. After a while, I got into a rhythm; sliding the whole length of the big plastic dildo in and out of his arsehole; and each time I got the whole way in, I'd slap his arse. Shop assistant was wanking away as I hammered the arse of my middle-aged slave. I realised that slave boy was probably hard as a rock as well, so I reached around to have a feel. He wasn't particularly well endowed, but his cock was hard and twitching with the excitement of getting fucked. I wrapped my hand around him and started to jerk him in time with my own thrusting. He couldn't help himself then and really started moaning; within a couple of minutes I felt his whole body tense and jerk, before he collapsed in a heap under me. As he fell, the dildo slipped from his ravaged arsehole and I could see his spunk all over the sex shop floor. And that was it really... not long afterwards, shop assistant shot his wad (all over slave boy as a matter of fact). I collected all my things, buttoned my coat on over my new latex outfit and got ready to leave. Both men were forthcoming with my money; I ended up with £400 which, for an hour's work seemed like a really good deal—especially since I took the crop, gag, strap-on, cat suit, the new corset and the lovely riding crop. After I walked out of the shop and started heading for home, the hurriedly dressed slave boy came running up to me and begged for my phone number. He couldn't give me his, he explained, as he couldn't afford for his wife to find out what was going on, but wanted to be able to call me. I thought about it for a moment, then gave him my number. It wasn't long before he gave me a call. But I'll tell you about that later. Nicki's Stories Ch. 03 A few quiet days later I got a phone call from a withheld number. At the time I was taking a lunchtime walk along the sea-front. "Hello?" "Hello, it's Graham." "Graham? I don't know anyone called Graham." "We met last week." The penny wasn't dropping. I don't know what planet I was on. "Sorry." "Um. We met at the shop. The shop on Surrey Street?" "Ooooh." I said at last. "That shop." "Yes." "That Graham." "Yes." I had only given my phone number to middle aged man, so this was clearly not shop assistant. "How are you?" I asked. "Fine, thank you. And you?" "Very well," I replied. "Thanks." There was a pregnant pause. "I was wondering," He went on, "I was wondering if we could maybe... get together later?" I let the question hang in the air. The pause got longer and longer. At first it was just because I wasn't sure how to respond. Then I realised what power there was in making him wait for my response. Eventually he said, "Hello?" "Hi." I responded. "Oh. I thought the line had gone dead." "No, no." "So... um. What do you think? Could we meet?" "What kind of meeting do you want?" I could imagine his face reddening as he realised I was going to make him spell it out. "Well... perhaps a bit like last time we met?" "In what way?" "Well... I would pay you." "Uh huh." "And you might wear the same kind of thing as you did last time." "Mmmmm?" "And do the same kinds of things as you did last time." "Uh huh?" "But maybe we could meet somewhere else?" I let the phone go silent again. Eventually, I said, "Do you have any ideas?" Silence again. Finally, he said, "Can we meet at your place?" I had to think about this. There felt like all kinds of implications to him meeting me at my flat, but at least I would be on home ground, so to speak; and it would be a lot cleaner than the sex shop. "All right," I said. I gave him the address, and told him to be there in two hours. I had a lot I wanted to get done in two hours, starting with some shopping. I walked over to a hardware shop, and got some rope - it seemed a bit like climbing rope, but the point is, I was certain it would be strong enough. While I was there, I got some other bits and pieces too, and headed home. I have a two bedroom flat, and I keep the second bedroom for the occasional guest. It had turned into a bit of a junk room, but I managed to clear it up quite nicely - I wanted plenty of room for Graham and me. As I thought about him, I fantasised; he seemed to like it when I took a dominant role. The question was, how far would that go? I loved taking a dominant role - I could explore parts of myself that I had never really explored before. I closed the blinds in the second bedroom, and the curtains in the living room too. I really didn't want an audience. With the room ready, I got myself ready. Dressed in the same catsuit (though this time, with the latex G-string underneath and the corset that covered my breasts. With the patent boots as well, some dark eyeshadow and ruby-red lips, I was ready. Excited and ready. I looked at the clock and saw that Graham was supposed to be with me any minute. I decided that a fortifying glass of wine would not go amiss, and, just after I had taken a first sip, there was a knock on the door. I looked through the spyhole, and saw that it was Graham; dressed in the same raincoat he had worn the last time I saw him. I opened the door wide, "Hello again." I smiled. "Hello." He said as I ushered him inside. I closed the door behind him and led him into the living room. The tension was palpable. We both knew why he was here; and that was made even more clear by my outfit. He could hardly stop himself from staring. "Do you like what you see, boy?" I asked him. "Yes. Very much." He barely whispered. "Miss. Or Mistress. That's how I think you'll need to address me." "Yes, Miss." He replied without hesitation. I smiled, holding his gaze as I took a sip of my wine. "Now then," I went on, "Why don't you give me your coat?" He took it off and I hung it in the hall. "I suppose you must have enjoyed the time we spent together before." "Y... yes, Miss. Very much." "I thought as much." I nodded. "And now, you're back for more." He nodded back. "This time, will you be a good boy? Will you do just as you're told?" He groaned, I think I hit the nail on the head. That was just what he wanted to hear. "Oh God yes, Miss." "Well, let's see about that shall we?" I let silence hang in the air once more, and took a sip of wine. I looked him up and down, walked slowly around him where he stood, then, while I was behind him, I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Strip." He didn't take telling a second time, and proceeded to undress; laying his clothes neatly across the back of a chair. It wasn't too long before he was standing in front of me naked, with a semi. I looked down at it and lifted its tip with the end of my riding crop; it twitched in response, which made me smile. "Come." I said and sauntered through to the second bedroom; the one I had prepared. The blinds were closed and the lighting subdued. The single bed was in the middle of the room. "Lie down on the bed, face up, boy." "Yes, Miss." Again, without hesitation. I knelt beside him and took his wrist. I tied a length of rope around his wrist, then tied it to a hook I had installed on the bare floorboards. Graham watched my every move as I walked around to the other side and tied down his other wrist in the same way. At that stage he was pretty helpless, but I wasn't done. I tied down each of his ankles too, so that he was spread-eagled on the bed. Then I took the ball gag that I had brought from the sex shop and fastened it to his mouth. His cock was no longer semi-erect, but tall and throbbing. I was turning him on. He tried to speak through the ball gag when I left the room, but I wasn't gone for long. I reappeared with a camera, and his wallet. I took a couple of pictures of him, showing his nakedness, and making sure I got his face. He tried to turn away, but really he couldn't do anything. Then I laid the contents of his wallet out on the bed, and took a couple of pictures showing his credit card, driver's license and business card. After I put the cards back in his wallet and put away the camera, I looked down at him, slowly tapping the end of the crop in the palm of my hand. "Listen, boy." He was rapt. "I trusted you. I trusted you when I let you into my house, didn't I?" He nodded and mumbled. "Now, you must trust me too. You never come here uninvited, and you tell no one about this - understood?" Again he nodded. "If you do, I'll make sure you're wife and company both get these pictures." His eyes were wide. "I am sure you understand." He nodded emphatically. "Good boy." I stood looking down at him, his cock throbbing. I slid the tip of the riding crop slowly along his inner leg, teasing his calf, his knee, his thigh. I was really enjoying myself. I gave his inner thigh a couple of playful slaps with the crop, watching his body convulse each time, as if the crop were electrically charged. Slowly, slowly the crop slid up towards his crotch - I pressed it against his balls, dangling there, unprotected. I could see him trying - perhaps instinctively - to close his legs, but my knots were firm - he wasn't going anywhere. I gave his dangling balls a gently tap; Graham's eyes went wide and I heard him groan, his cock was hard as a rock. I leaned down so that I could, once more, whisper in his ear, "I know you're excited, boy. I can tell. However, you had better make absolutely sure you don't make a mess; don't you dare cum without my permission - understood?" I held his chin between my finger and thumb, our eyes locked - then I felt him nod. I opened a drawer in the bedside table and removed the same black rubber butt plug that I had used in the sex shop; Graham's eyes widened once more. I held it up where he could see it and squeezed a little lube onto the tip, before slowly working the cold gel across the length of the plug. There was a glint in my eye as I looked down at him and slid the tip of the plug along his arse crack, until I found the puckered bud of his anus. I teased and twisted the tip, driving him wild as it slowly worked its way inside him. With a shove, I thrust the remaining three inches of plug into his rectum, and listened as he tried to squeal from behind the ball gag. His cock was twitching and throbbing, and - in an effort to hold off from cumming, he closed his eyes, groaning. I knew it wasn't fair, (but whoever said it would be). I cupped his balls in my hand and gave a little squeeze; I have never heard someone shriek while wearing a ball gag, but I am sure that's what Graham did. With one hand still cradling his balls, I encircled his girth with the other and started to wank his cock. I could feel his body go tense. He was desperate to relax, but I was making that hard. I kept rubbing his cock, up and down, cupping then squeezing his balls. The way he was writhing, I didn't think he could last very long. But I had't given him permission yet. I let go his balls and slapped his thigh; his whole body jerked in response. Then the tempo of my wanking increased, he started shaking his head, then looking at me pleadingly. After he looked to me, he'd close his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand. I growled at him, "Are you going to cum?" He looked at me, glassy eyed, and shook his head. He wasn't if he could help it; but I didn't know if he could help it. With one hand I kept jerking his cock, the other hand released his balls and went to his knee; my fingernails gently, slowly raked up his inner thigh. "Are you ready to cum, boy?" I asked. He nodded emphatically. I slapped his thigh, then raked again, harder this time; my hand tightened around his cock. He was pulling against the ropes, but to no avail. My hand tightened and my jerking accelerated. I slapped him again, then put my lips to his ear; my tongue flicked out to touch his ear, before I blew in his ear and whispered, "Cum for me boy, cum for me." Almost immediately, a fountain of hot cum spurted from his twitching, throbbing member, splashing down on my hand and his belly. I milked his cock, squeezing every last drop from him, feeling it shrink in my hand.