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Shopped

By: Malinov



Cindy checked her phone again as she approached the building it designated. Unconvinced, she pulled a small notebook from her purse and checked the address written there. She compared the written address with the address her phone directed her to. She compared them both with the address carved on the facade of the building. A moment was wasted deciding whether to call Amber, who had given her the address, to make sure it was correct, but Cindy didn't really want to talk to Amber at this precise moment. Everything checked out. Cindy tugged at the door and it opened with a melodious outburst of bells.

"Hello," a woman's voice called from behind a desk. "Welcome to The Shop."

"I'm not sure I have the right place," said Cindy in reply. With two sofas, a tall potted plant, a coffee maker surrounded with a pillar of paper cups, sugars, sweeteners, non-dairy creamers and thin wooden swizzle sticks, The Shop looked like a dull mixture of an insurance office, a travel agent, and the waiting room for an auto-repair place.

"We offer a variety of services for the modern woman in need. Have a seat and we'll find out if this is the right place for you, shall we?"

"My friend, Amber, suggested that I visit."

"Yes, we've been expecting you. Without Amber's referral, we wouldn't be talking. We have to be careful, you know."

"I can imagine."

"We run a very sophisticated service, totally professional and absolutely discreet. What happens at The Shop never happened."

"That's important to me."

"It is to most of our customers."

"What about the cost?"

"That will depend on your selections. Here is a form for you to indicate your preferences." The woman handed Cindy a tablet computer with a display that looked like the kind of form filled out when visiting a doctor for the first time.

"Do I get to select my ..." Cindy found herself without the proper word to finish the question.

"Staff, yes, our book of available cock follows the initial preferences form. You can skip ahead if it will help you with the preference selections."

Cindy turned her attention to the form. Number, please indicate selections in the cock book, 3 to any available. Fellatio. Cunnilingus. Vaginal penetration. Anal penetration. Double penetration. Double vaginal. Double anal. 

"Oh, my," said Cindy softly. "No DVDA, I guess."

"Our scientists are still working on that one," the woman said with a smile.

Blindfold (you). Blindfolds (them). Bondage (you) please specify. Bondage (them) please specify. Spanking. Slapping. Choking. Aggressive. Gentle. Verbal abuse. Verbal adoration. Facial orgasms. Creampie orgasms. Anal creampie orgasms. Body orgasms, please specify. Cup orgasms. Costume pirate. Costume business suits. Costume bikers. Costume other, please specify.

Flush and overwhelmed with choices, Cindy touched the box marked "Proceed to Cock Book."

Seven male faces appeared down the left side of the screen. Stage names like "Biff" and "Thundergun" and "Tyrone" and "Cosmic Captain" appeared along with vital statistics down a column in the center. Cock pics were on the right.

"Touch the cock images and you'll get a 360 rotating view of each guy."

Cindy fingered Thundergun's dick and the screen expanded to a full view of a handsome, physically fit young man. With a gentle swipe, she turned him from side to side. His buttocks were firm, athletic, tight. Cindy moaned involuntarily.

"Dreamy, eh?"

"Oh, yeah. All these guys are available right now?"

"We have seventeen gentlemen on call for the next hour."

"Oh my. That's rather too many."

"Most of our patrons start with three or four. Five is a popular choice."

"Three sounds about right."

"Whatever rings your gong."

Cindy considered the pictured men carefully. Some were very handsome, almost beautiful in a feminine way, while others had a more rugged look. A few of the cocks seemed rather too big. Near the end of the second page, a man called "Fireball," looked rather like someone she knew. Cindy smiled.

"I never would have pegged Reggie for a gangbanger."

"Honestly, our guys are remarkably ordinary. They're the kind of men you might find at the grocers, the mechanics or down at the office."

A flush of excitement poured over Cindy, contemplating the party she would at any moment embark upon. Denied the ability to think rationally, she quickly made some choices, four men and a handful of perversions.

"Excellent," said the woman behind the desk as she took the tablet from Cindy and scanned the completed form. "Step right through this door. We'll brief the men. There is a closet of costumes you can try on while you wait. In about twenty minutes, they'll enter through this door. At that point, you can debrief them."

"Haha."

"The party will last about an hour. You can clean up in the dressing room over there. Collect your things and leave by the back door, over there."

"Thank you," said Cindy with automated politeness.

"Enjoy yourself," said the woman with a naughty smile. "I know you will."

~~~

My wife and I are sexual people. I would call us kinky but the word has been stolen by people who wear full body rubber suits with gas masks and flail each other with long strips of beaded leather. I don't call that kinky. I call that weird. To each, their own. We are, rather, colossal perverts. Deviants. Sexual explorers. Connoisseurs of fleshy adventures. Freaks, going to the Freaker's Ball. 

We met at a sex party, some might say an orgy, some decades ago. For more than a year, all our sexual encounters, almost daily, involved some kind of group sex. That is as bizarre as it sounds. As our love blossomed, our frequent encounters together always included other naked moaning people. This was the foundation of our relationship. Everything since has built upon that unusual start. We are a truly kinky couple.

So when Amber told us about The Shop, we were not disturbed or shocked by the idea. If anything, we were surprised that we hadn't thought of it first, for it seemed to be the kind of game we would have invented. Cindy made our first appointment within three days of Amber's confession.

As instructed, I arrived at The Shop some twenty minutes after Cindy. The small-town retail feel of the waiting room amused me endlessly. As I sat, waiting, I almost expected a grease-monkey with a clip-board to appear from the back to explain that, in addition to getting my fluids changed, he was going to have to replace my brakes, water-pump and muffler. Instead, the woman behind the desk smiled, rose and led me to a staircase that proceeded to the husband's loft.

My language, and theirs, is imprecise. When they say "husband," they really mean significant other, or mate or partner or fellow pervert. There are no marital requirements, merely a friendly agreement between participants. The "husband" could be a total stranger, if that's what turns us on. 

As well, the phrase I used, "instructed" is misleading. Cindy and I indicated the kind of experience we wanted and the instructions were designed to accomplish that goal. I arrived twenty minutes after Cindy to give her the freedom to select her gangbang in accordance with her desires, without feeling any pressure to somehow amend her wishes to my wants. She would create the performance. I would be the audience.

Using the husband's loft is also a choice. We also had the option of my participating in the gangbang, in the usual way. We went this route because of the unusual nature of the set-up. The idea of the husband's loft intrigued us. Perched above the playroom, the husband's loft offered a wide window view from about eight feet above the action, like a box at a sporting event. In addition, four webcams positioned at the four corners of the play room offered a panoply of views on a wide panel of high-definition screens. An ambitious husband could use the equipment to direct and edit a personalized gangbang video on the fly. For this first encounter, I was content to simply watch. 

I took a seat in the provided leather recliner and poured myself a drink. The room below was empty except for a large round ottoman in the center and a sofa along the far wall. Cindy entered wearing a blue silk chemise that barely covered her. Looking up at me, she waved. I took a long sip of my glass of Sherry and dimmed the lights. Another door opened and four strong looking men strode into the room.

There was a Chippendale's quality to their self-aware presentation as they struck poses in their matching boxer shorts. A fanfare of music seemed determined to give the moment the flair of a majestic opening ceremony. Part of me expected them to go into some kind of gymnastic or juggling routine, but they stood perfectly still and broadly smiling, allowing Cindy to soak up the scene. She dashed over to take a seat on the circular ottoman and the men took their places, surrounding her.

Watching Cindy suck cock has always been a delight for me, the fiery look in her eyes dimming to a smoulder as the first dark handful of meat slid in between her smiling lips, with both hands raised to hold and roughly stroke the next rounds of dick. One of the camera views gave an unobstructed view of her swollen and visibly dripping cunt, a well-heated sign of the lust within her thoughts as no one had even grazed the excited slit. Her low moans quickly took form from and accompanied the pounding club-style music that also seemed to control the masculine hips around her.

As the guys began to take turns behind her, thrusting her ass forward with each stroke of a cock into the wide-mouthed fellatio of the second dick poised before her, I recognized Reggie, from the restaurant we frequented. I knew, never questioned, that she had known it was him and selected him from the long list of candidates. Cindy was loving this romp in the excess of naughty. She soon turned to Reggie and pleaded to feel his cock in her tight ass. 

Reggie obliged and another dance of dick began to rotate in lusty oscillations into and out of my lovely wife. One man took position on the ottoman and she straddled his cock. Another entered from behind while a third thrust hard into her groaning mouth. Her titties squeezed. Her ass slapped. Cindy came harder in those twenty minutes than her whole life put together. I began to wonder if she would soon pass out.

One by one, the men stroked their dicks with experienced hands, drawing the orgasms from each sturdy quiver with a splash of thick cum across Cindy's face. She collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and smiling.

I began to applaud. The men all took their bows.

~~~

I first heard about The Shop from one of the guys at the gym. We'd finished a heated game with a rigorous shower when I noticed him staring. I was used to that kind of attention, even from straight guys. A club like mine is a thing to behold.

"Ever done any gangbanging?" he asked after the other guys had moved on.

I threw a fake gang sign and he laughed.

"A bunch of guys screwing a lady," he said. "That kind of gangbanging."

"Sure," I said. "A few times."

"There's a place," he said, "where they'll pay you good money to participate in a gangbang."

"No shit?"

"No shit. Good money. It's like a male stripper gig, but with an audience of one and we don't waste any time shaking booty."

I was skeptical, naturally, but the Cinder Pit, the restaurant I worked at wasn't doing well since autumn kicked in and took away the tourist trade. They'd cut my hours to three nights a week, which effectively cut my pay in half. I could barely make rent. Terry, my roommate, was encouraging me to take a job with him at the factory, but I really didn't want to lose my hearing. "What?" he'd say.

The guy at the gym gave me a card that sat on my dresser for three days. Every so often, I would pick it up and read the embossed words: The Shop. It sounded so innocuous. I'm going to the shop. I've got to take the car to the shop. I'm going shopping. I'm a shopaholic. I'm all shopped out. Shop you, you shopping shopper.

Despite all the understated humor, the interview was rigorous. Tons of extremely personal questions. A very thorough medical exam, requiring no less than six vials of blood. One hundred and thirty-six pages of contracts. A phone-book length manual of practices, procedures, skills and regulations. Seventeen psychological profile tests and another six hour exam on the MPPSR. 

And a three thousand dollar signing bonus. I hadn't even started and I was loving this job.

I was nervous, the first time I showed up for a session. How could I not be? I found myself sitting in the green room, hanging out with a bunch of mostly undressed beefy guys, playing video games and watching television, eating light snacks and trading stories. Some of them told horror stories about really bad sessions with moose-like women sporting bad teeth. 

"Stop trying to freak the new guy," said Otto, one of the team leaders with a light smack to the back of the story-teller's head.

The first two sessions that day passed me by. With seventeen of us on call and three to five guys to a session, it was bound to happen. Some ladies had favorites. Some ladies had types. All we could do is wait for the call. Part of me didn't mind being passed over, in part because I was being paid just to be there. Another part of me, the part with an ego, was offended to be not chosen. The part of me that paid the bills was disappointed because each session came with a significant bonus.

Finally, the call came for me. I popped my Viagra and read through the profile. No costume, just our company boxers. I was relieved. I wasn't ready to dress up like a cowboy or construction worker or cop. Doing the YMCA, we call it. Light slaps and hair pulling. I could work with that. No bondage. I was glad. There was a whole world of scenarios I realized I wasn't ready for. Facial orgasms. My favorite. Double penetration. I checked my balance.

I had been wary of this dance and pose thing we did as we entered the playroom. It seemed ridiculous for a bunch of manly men to prance in like dancers in a chorus line. I was not eager to look silly. When the time came, however, I was grateful for the choreography. I would have had no idea of how to enter the room. I would have looked like an idiot. With the dance and pose, I had a task to concentrate on and the fact that we were stepping in to gang-fuck a stranger never once crossed my mind. Until I was posed and I took a look at the lady.

I knew her. I mean, I didn't really know her. I didn't know her name. It was one of the regular customers at the Cinder Pit. I had waited on her and her husband many times. I looked up at the husband's loft. He was there. He gave me a nod. I nodded back. She had flirted with me. I had no idea.

In a way, the whole gangbang is a dance. We hit marks. We say lines. We move in a choreographed fashion; left, right, back, forth. Sometimes there were improvised transitions when the lady made a request, but even in that situation, we would form a new rhythm and rotate accordingly. Rotation is the key to a gangbang. Take your turn. Wait your turn. Take your next turn. Dosey Doe. And don't forget to say your lines.

"Oh, baby, I am fucking you."

Cindy - I think I knew her first name at the time - was wearing a blue silk chemise that draped over her tits like a thin latex paint pouring down her chest. The hem of the gown stopped an inch or two south of her pale brown bush, mid-cheek when she turned her back to me. She has a beautiful tight round inviting firm ass. Leaning down to grab Larry's rigid dick, the thick slighly furred swells of her excited labia protruded between her pale thighs, with the pinch of her asshole barely visible between the full globes. I found myself holding my breath. I was so ready to fuck that ass.

"Suck it," I said as she looked up to greet me. She mumbled through a smile in a way that made me realize how happy she was to have me. I thrust my cock back into her throat, sliding roughly over her tongue, gently and forcefully fucking her mouth. Fucking her face. Cindy quivered as she lapped at my dick.

Listening to the music, I knew when to change. And change. She wrapped her left hand around my throbbing damp stiffy. And one and two and three and four. Cindy rubbed enthusiastically. I began to understand that I was the one making this gangbang work for her. The other guys were doing the work, but I was scoring the glory. Their dicks, she felt, were mine.

And the guy upstairs with his dick in his hand. She was his and she was mine and she was ours and she was going to explode in pleasure and we would never let her stop. I plunged into her dripping wet pussy. My cock plumbed the depths, over the g-spot, past her cervix, into the furthest reaches of her erogenous hole. Her labia lapped at my eagerly thrusting piston. Juices trickled down her thighs. Five six seven eight change.

We were halfway through the pussy rotation when she reached out a hand and grabbed my shoulder. Kyle's dick fell from her mouth.

"Fuck my ass, Reggie," she groaned. I nodded and moved. She wasn't supposed to use my real name. I wondered if it would matter.

"Open wide, baby," I said, "I'm fucking your tight little ass."

I had almost called her "Cindy." I knew that would have mattered. It was on the first page of the MPPSR. My dick slid into her asshole easily. Cindy shuddered and collapsed slightly, taking it in. I picked up the musical rhythm and felt the lady start to shake. The tremor would last the rest of our session.

Double penetration is all about angles. One cock can enter a lady at pretty much any angle, so long as it tends to press in. Two cocks, however, have to compromise in the quest for space. Getting the right angle is the trickiest part. Finding a three-person-mutual-rhythm that doesn't expel one of the cocks by the third thrust is another matter, one that separates the experienced double penetration team from the rookies. One of my old girlfriends had been a double penetration fiend, so I had plenty of practice. Several of the guys, including our team leader, Otto, had complimented my skills. This is not the kind of praise that anyone is used to getting.

I thought the dude upstairs was going to fall on the floor in convulsions, he was so visibly excited. Considering his perspective, with the big window and cameras, I probably would have too. Given how much we all like porn, how much more exciting is it to watch a live sex show. Particularly with someone you know. It had to be hot.

When it came time to give Cindy her face full of facials, I managed to move to the back of the line. Otto nodded his approval. He understood how Cindy felt about me. By the time it was my turn, she was dripping with spunk. I slid my dick into her mouth and with hardly a tug, I began to pour my load into her delighted mouth. The throbs came in the same rhythm the music provided. She kissed the head of my cock passionately. I took the hint.

Showering with a bunch of guys after a gangbang is not really different than after a game. We were all a little beat, a little pleased and ready to move on. I had two days off until the next time I worked. I gave notice at the restaurant. I didn't need that.

Shoppin Fun



Every character in this story is at least 18 years of age.

Hi, I'm Jessie. I guess I should start by telling you about myself. I am 5 foot 4 inches tall, and I weigh about 115 pounds. My hair is blond with natural red highlights and it stops right above my butt. My eyes are bright green, I've been told that they are my best feature. My waist is small but my bottom is a little big, my tits are a 34D. 

I live at home with my dad, mom was killed in an accident when I was a little girl. My dad has raised me by himself since then. Up until about a month ago my life was pretty normal. Lately things have been weird with my dad though... I'll start from the beginning.

Now that I am not a little girl anymore, I have decided to start dressing less like one. I asked my dad if I could use the credit card to go shopping one Saturday morning. He said that it was ok as long as I didn't go overboard. I agreed that I would be reasonable and not max it out. 

Saturday morning came and me and a couple girlfriends went to the mall. This didn't happen often because the mall is about 2 hrs away. We started in the usual stores and then I decided that I wanted to go into Victoria's secret. I have never bought sexy panties so I was a little excited to have daddy's card and all day to shop. 

We looked all over the place and we all decided to go all the way and buy thongs and matching bras. The first set I picked out was see through and black with little flowers in the design. I fell in love with the thong, I couldn't wait to put it on! The second set was red boy shorts, they were lacy and the bra had a clasp on the front. 

I also found a jean skirt that was really cute. That's not all I bought but it's what I thought was the sexiest!

That night is when it all started. My friend Becky spent the night and we decided to wear our sexy new clothes around the house. We were both pretty shy and wanted to get use to the clothes before we wore them outside.

I was wearing the black thong set and my jean skirt. We were in my bedroom trying on shirts to see what looked best and dad was making dinner. The next thing we knew the door opened and dad turned bright red. I had just taken off a t shirt and was standing there in my bra!

Dad said dinner was ready and hurried out of the room. When he left Becky told me that he had a hard on. I didn't want to believe her, I thought it was to weird that my dad would get excited over me.

We went down stairs and had dinner with dad and then he said he was tired and went to bed. Becky and I went into the den to watch a little T.V. before we went to bed. After a while we ended up laying on the floor on our stomachs watching a movie. My skirt was so short I could tell the bottom of my round ass was showing under the edge, but I figured daddy was in bed so what's the big deal? I fell asleep on the floor and woke up a few hours later. Becky had gotten up and went to my room to sleep and I could hear someone moving around the living room. Forgetting that I was in a skirt and a sexy thong I stayed there and tried to go back to sleep...

Dad was getting the blanket off the couch, so I thought he was going to cover me up and go back to bed. I hoped my skirt was down far enough that he didn't see my whole butt. I felt the blanket touch my feet and then stop. What is going on? I didn't know what to say or do because my daddy thought I was asleep so I kept pretending to b asleep. 

I felt daddy kneel down next to me his hand was on my lower leg. I caught myself thinking that it was a good thing I had shaved my legs today. His hand was warm, rough, and big. I could feel it moving up my leg higher. Slowly as if he is afraid to wake me up, he reaches the upper part of my thigh.

It was oddly exciting that my daddy's hands were so close to the parts of my body that no one was allowed to touch, so I didn't move. I didn't want him to stop, but I also felt dirty for letting him think I was asleep. Now he was tracing the curve at the bottom of my firm ass. Every time he moved his hand he got a little closer to my crack. Then his whole hand was on my butt cheek, squeezing it just a little. His thumb was going down between my cheeks and rubbing over the thin piece of material that covered my puckered hole. His first finger was even lower, he was feeling my pussy lips through the thin material. 

At this time I was already wet, I knew he could tell. I moved just a little to give him more room, spreading my legs just a little I gave him enough room to slide his finger inside the silk panties. When I moved he froze for a minute, he must have thought he woke me up. When I didn't move again he started rubbing me again.  

Nobody but me has ever felt my pussy before and this was incredible. I knew it was wrong because he is my daddy but I was so wet and horny I couldn't do anything to stop it. His finger slipped under my panties and was rubbing my soaked slit. After a minute he got a little more aggressive and parted my lips. When his finger brushed over my clit I moaned and moved. He froze in place and I didn't know if he was going to stop or keep on going. I did the only thing I could think of and that was to pretend I was dreaming. He finally started stroking my slit again. I was in heaven! He was getting less careful, and he started to finger fuck me. Barely at first and then a little more, until finally he put his whole finger in me. 

I have never felt so full. I heard his zipper come undone. I guess he was stroking his cock while he played with my wet hole. He had 2 fingers in my pussy now and his thumb was resting on my puckered rose bud. I didn't know what felt better! 

Dad changed his position and I could feel his cock head on my back side. He was rubbing it on my smooth skin leaving behind a trail of pre come. Dad then stopped and started easing my thong down over my ass and then further down my legs. When he finally got them off he laid on top of me like he was doing pushups. He had his hard dick between my legs and started rubbing the head over my pussy lips. I wanted to feel him on my clit and inside of me. I didn't care whether or not he knew I was awake so I spread my knees a little more and raised my ass off the floor. Like that I could feel him over my wet love hole. 

He tensed up at first but kept going. I guess he thought it was to late to stop. He stared rubbing me harder and I was about to cum, and then he slowed way down. I pushed my ass closer to him and he got the hint. I felt the head of his cock slide into my tight hole. I didn't think it would fit, but he kept inching his way in. We both felt him reach my cherry, he stopped again but I wanted it! I shoved back hard making him break the barrier that was blocking the way to my passion. It hurt really bad but the more he slid in and out the better it felt. 

He reached around and started playing with my clit. Before I knew what was going on I was feeling the biggest orgasm of my life. My toes curled and my whole body shook. I thought I was gonna explode! Then he did explode, I could feel his hot spunk filling my pussy. That sent me over the edge again and I came even harder!

We both collapsed, after we caught our breath he said I love u and went to bed. We have never talked about that night and it hasn't happened since. I still catch him looking up my skirt from time to time. And I have to admit I wear little bitty short ones to make it easy on him. I hope someday I get to feel my daddy I my tight pussy again.....



Shopping



It's a beautiful, warm summer day. We decide to go to the mall for some shopping and people watching. (People watching us – that is) As we are walking across the parking lot a warm breeze blows up my very loose fitting white shirt. As most of you already know from my other stories, I hate bras and rarely wear them. So the breeze has reached my nipples and mead me feel… playful. Yes that's a good word to describe it right now. I give him a big smile, grab his ass hard, and take off running across the parking lot and into the mall. He chases, and as he enters he sees me just going into Victoria's Secret.

When he finally arrives in the store he can't find me so he asks the clerk where I went. The Clerk gets a huge grin on her face and says, "Follow me." As they approach the dressing room, I stick my head out from between the curtains and ask, "Which color first? Red, black or white?" He says red of coarse. It's his favorite color. The clerk gives him a chair and says, "Enjoy the show!" as she leaves the changing area. 

After about 3 minutes I make my first appearance. I am wearing a sheer red mini nighty with spaghetti straps that just barely covers my ass but he can see the matching red thong through the material. As a matter of fact he can see everything through this outfit, I might as well not be wearing anything. "Mmmm, I like that!" he says.

"I can tell!" I say with a grin as I notice his groin starting to swell. "Be right back, I have a couple more." 

As I disappear behind the curtain again, I lift the back of the nighty up so he can see my firm round ass. I hear him groan softly. 

My next appearance reveals a black bustier with garters and black lace panties. The bustier is pushing up my breasts so they look even larger and suppler. I walk up close to him and lean over putting my hands on the arms of his chair. This reveals a great deal of my breasts to him. His cock is getting even harder in the constraints of his jeans. "That's nice to!" he says in a low guttural sigh. He tries to reach out and touch me. "Uh-uh. There's one more I want to show you." And with that I disappear behind the curtains once again.

"You're driving me crazy you know." He says to me through the curtain. "I know." I reply smiling.

My last outfit is a white lace tank top with spaghetti straps that he can see just glimpses of my nipples through and a matching white lace thong. Naturally the white makes my summer tanned body look even darker.

"Wow! I love that one." He says. "But we need to buy all three." "OK." I reply as I turn to go back into the dressing room. "Wait a minute!" he protests. I stop, look over my shoulder, give him a grin and a wink and continue into the small changing room. I hear the chair slide out from under him as if he's gotten up in a hurry. Then the curtain opens and he's in there with me.

"You didn't think you were going to get away with showing me all that and then just walk away and get dressed, did you?" He whispers to me as he's pinning me up against the wall. He starts to kiss my neck and then my chest. As he moves lower, he removes my panties. As he moves back up, kissing my belly and my chest again, his big hands grab my hips and he lifts me up and sits me on his cock, which he has released from his jeans at some point without me knowing. Leaning against the wall we're bucking and moaning and the whole stall is rocking. The clerk asks if we need any help. "No…we're…doing…just…fine…" He answers her between thrusts. We can hear people outside gasping and ooohing. We just smile at each other and continue. The thought that they all know what we are doing makes me high. I orgasm with a loud moan as he shoots his hot load inside of me. As he sets me down my legs r trembling and he reminds me of how sexy and beautiful I am by whispering in my ear and kissing along my jaw. We dress a go to the register. The clerk asks with a smile, "so which do you want?" "They all work, so we'll take them all" he answers.

We then leave Victoria's Secret and go to sit on a bench. "I think we're being followed." He says to me as he points to this young girl. She appears to be in her mid twenties with dirty blonde, almost brown hair. 

"Do you think she heard us in the store?" I ask. 

"What do you think she wants?" he smiles. 

"Maybe she'd like to join us for lunch." I answer with a wicked grin.

"Oh what are you planning you naughty girl?" he asks.

"You'll see"

I wave her over and she eagerly complies. As she gets closer I notice she has the most crystal blue eyes I've ever seen. Soft puffy red lips and is wearing a black leather micro mini and white blouse. I don't think she has a bra on. Her breasts are very perky. And she's wearing black shoes with a 2" heel, no stockings. She tells me that she would love to join us for lunch.

We go into a restaurant and request a corner booth. My love sits on one side and I sit on the same side as the young girl. She seems a little nervous so I start to talk to her.

"Why were you following us?" I ask. Her face turns very red.

"I heard you in the changing room." She whispers. "And you sounded so…."

"Sexy" I finished for her.

"Yes." She says with a heavy breath.

"And, would you like to experience that?" I ask her, now rubbing her thigh up to the base of her skirt.

"Yes." She sighs again. "You both sounded so passionate, and I've never had anything like that."

My lover is smiling watching me whisper into her ear. Seeing her face flush with both embarrassment and anticipation. 

"What to you think of him?" I ask her

"He's very handsome." She says shyly

"Do you want to touch him?"

"You would let me?" 

"Yes, if you were gentle with him, I do love him very much."

"Oh I would be." She says starting to sound more lustful.

"Go under the table, he's waiting for you." I tell her

"Right now? Right Here?" she asks wide eyed.

"Can't you see that he's ready for you." I whisper in her ear.

Hesitantly she slides down under the table and gets on her hands and knees. I can see she's reached him by the look on my lovers face. 

The waiter comes to take our order. I order for all three of us so as not to interrupt what's happening under the table. 

I look down under the table and notice her sweet ass peeking from under her very short skirt, and she's not wearing panties. I smile at my lover and reach my hand down to finger her tight little hole. It surprises her. And he lets out a little moan, as she must have squeezed his cock a little with that. She starts to let out little moans, so he pushes her head down further on his cock to stifle the sounds. I can feel her movements as she begins to bob on his member even faster. So I start to move my hand in rhythm with her. In and out faster and faster. I can feel her starting to pulsate and tighten around my fingers. She's getting so wet, so I change my hand position and put my thumb in her hole so I can play with her clit with my fingers. She's wiggling a lot now. The table is shaking. I can see my lover is getting very close to cumming by the glazed look in his eyes.

Just then the waiter returns with our meals. "Will the other lady be returning?" He asks. I just smile and point down. He backs up a couple of steps and looks under. His face is awestruck. "Thank you, you may go." I tell him. He just spins around in shock and walks away tripping over things as he goes.

In the meantime my lover has cum all over her face and she has cum on my hand and down her legs. She then crawls out from under the table and I go to the other side of the table to sit with my love. She has a small drop of his juices on her cheek. We both decide not to tell her and just let her eat. When she finishes I ask her, "Are you satisfied, full I mean?" 

"Oh yes thank you." She replies

"Good, you can go now," I tell her. After all she's gotten a free meal and gotten my man off. She's gotten all I want her to have.

She looks at us gratefully, says thank you and leaves the table.

"You are such a bad girl." My lover tells me. "Be careful, your claws are showing." 

I just smile and kiss his cheek. 

After lunch we walk hand in hand through the mall. Everyone can see how much in love we are. "Lets go home so you can model those outfits for me again." He says.

As we are leaving I spot an adult "Toy" store and say, "Let's go there tomorrow," with a huge grin on my face.

"You ARE my bad girl!" he says as he grabs my breast. 

To Be Continued...



Shopping



I’m in the supermarket. I don’t know how I got here, I don’t really remember. I don’t know why I’m in the supermarket either. Maybe it’s because of all the people that I ended up here. Maybe I followed someone here without either of us realising. It’s quite possible given the number of people there seem to be around me. And maybe if I could find the person I followed here they could tell me where I was before. I start to ask the questions.

I’m in the washing powder section. Maybe it’s because I need to buy some washing powder, but no, that would be too obvious. Maybe I’ll stroll over to the deli counter and pull off one ticket after another until they throw me out. Maybe I’ll walk through the off-license section and open all the beer cans again. That might make me happy.

A girl comes up to me and asks the usual questions. Everyone I seem to meet asks the same things. But maybe it’s because that’s a part of my work. I’m still not used to it. Maybe I’ll give the usual answer, but no, that would be too obvious. It’s not even a girl, it’s a middle-ager. I see that now and it warms me. I give an atypical answer.

Over in deodorantland now, maybe I need to buy some. Maybe I’ll rearrange the shelves again, but in a different way from last time. I don’t know what I want as usual. I still haven’t found the person I followed and it’s getting late. Maybe he or she just popped in for a carton of juice. Maybe he or she left already and I’d never know. Maybe it’s better for me like this.

Woman spots me and struts across into jam. Maybe this is as good as I get today. Maybe I should cut my losses. I move nearer, start the machine. The rest of me sighs and goes home.

The car is clean and red and fast like arterial blood. I smell like woodsmoke and blue jeans. Trees and houses. Maybe she’ll be nice. But no, that would be too obvious. Maybe she’ll be clean and red and fast like the car. I sort through some thoughts for a couple of minutes, mentally wanking as we drive. I wonder about following people. I like the people who follow me.

The house is large and hot inside. Now I’m following with one thing in mind. Maybe it’s the wrong thing but I don’t think so. Maybe she’ll be nasty. I know I’ll be good.

Woman stands in the hallway in the heat. Maybe the heat is coming from inside her. I catch the heat in my hands and squeeze it into passion, into desire. Woman smells of rain. Machine picks up speed, shifts up a gear. Maybe I should get some real work. This job’s too easy.

We’re on the first landing. I am unwrapping my present slowly. Maybe I’m not that eager to see the gift inside, but I don’t think so. I don’t know where I am. Maybe I should make this quick and get out. Woman makes soft noises as my hands release their heat on her inner thighs. My tongue is talking to her nipples, making waves. Woman shakes all over when I kiss her. Maybe this one will be fun after all. Knickers fall in a wet heap on the floor.

Woman’s bent over the stair rail and I’m fucking her from behind. One hand over her mouth, one up her cunt. She has two fingers at first, maybe she’ll take the lot. I suggest things to her and she seems agreeable. Maybe she’s done this before. It’s only my twenty-third time.

Number three slides in easy enough, but four requires a little more force. Maybe she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I kick her ankles farther apart, slap her to loosen her up some more. Woman makes desperate noises, chews and sucks on my fingers. Maybe I should put her out of her misery, but I don’t think so. I make more suggestions.

Stroke her arsehole with my thumb and she writhes against my hand. Maybe she wants it like that. Maybe I won’t indulge her. Take my hand off her mouth and run my fingers through her pubic hair and she screws herself further back onto my fingers. Maybe she’s the one I followed after all.

Without warning I’m in up to my wrist and she’s dripping off my elbow. Woman screams and I’m punching her inside. She’s twisting and I’m in deeper and deeper. Maybe she can’t get away. Maybe she doesn’t want to. I feel her fighting my fist, squeezing my clenched fingers with her cunt as she comes once, twice, a long hard time. She has good grip. Maybe she hasn’t done this before.

I hold her up and turn her around and kiss her. She tells me her name and she’s beautiful. Maybe now she’ll follow me.

I’m back in the supermarket. Maybe now I’ve got some money I’ll do some shopping. But I don’t think so. The machine’s still running.



Shopping



My 4th Story, exploring my shoe fetish.

I would like to thank the volunteer editor malcah_ms for correcting my structure and grammar,
and also for her friendly advice and warm nature.

*****

My body feels the crisp cool ocean air as it blows through the French doors, languid next to yours. My skin is surrounded by your soft silk sheets. You smile as your warm naked body greets me with your soft eyes, which are adjusting to the glare rippling from the ocean, flooding the room with light. Naked, half covered in a sheet, my head lays on your chest, listening to you breathe, feeling your chest slowly rise and fall.  

Your holiday villa is more like a small mansion, and as I feel the suntan from the day before, it was a good idea to get away for two weeks from the hustle bustle of the city, and come to your Caribbean getaway. Today is Saturday, and after arriving on Thursday evening, my time has been spent enjoying your private beach and your other private areas.

The bedroom is decorated in soft feminine almost girly colors, large bed side tables are next to the large bed, two half empty glasses of red wine, are the remainder from the night before, my ass is numb as well, as I try to think back of all yesterdays events. Your room also has a large dressing table, and a massive closet, full of luxury dresses and hats and shoes, who would have thought after finding your husband cheating, you would be awarded so much in the divorce. I wonder how he would feel with me lying in his bed, anyway I can’t worry about that, she has chosen me, and I know we both please each other immensely, I can’t believe he cheated on you, what a fool!!

I am impressed with the changes that you made to the house, since the divorce, the double garage has now been emptied of his toys, why a man needs two porches anyway and well is now full of your toys. I am sure I will see more of that room, in the remaining two weeks. I wonder what other surprises are in for me. I am impressed with the whole property you have here, it’s secluded, private and with grounds that are lush in foliage and trees. 

The morning is so tranquil, enveloping me in warmth and peace. You have snuck out of bed, and my eyes follow your beautiful body, naked like the day you were brought into the world, walk across the room in front of me, towards the bathroom. I feel guilty about enjoying all these luxuries, and I cherish it more than the glamorous surroundings.

I don’t enter the bathroom, I am scared to interrupt you, and I wait lying on the bed thinking about what the day will hold. I drift off again, but I am woken with your hands running down my chest. I look up and see that you are dressed and ready for the day. Your hair is tied back and you have put on soft light red lipstick and a seductive perfume. It lifts me out of the bed towards you. Your shirt is a simple white cotton blouse but it’s made more glamorous by the fact it’s a halter-top. You’ve matched your shirt with a long white French skirt that ends just below your knees. You know how I love shoes, and you haven’t disappointed me at all. They are gold wrapping around your ankle, and then a strap down the middle of the foot, opened toed, and showing off the manicured toes. You turn to me and say, 

“Now pet, please go and shower, so I can take you out for the day.”

My heart almost skips a beat as I realize you are taking me somewhere. This island is new to me, so it will be filled with new sights and experiences, all of which I am dying to taste and discover. I enter the bathroom; sultry and themed with Moroccan motifs. It has a large, deep bathtub, which could easily fit three people, and a rain shower, with different sprays at different heights so the whole body is refreshed.  A large counter top contains two sinks, with a selection of perfume bottles and other girly goods, obviously your end. I hop into the shower, rush through it, as I don’t want to keep you waiting, and dry myself. I look at my body in the ornate mirror -- my ass is a pale red. It looks worse than it actually feels. I have a towel wrapped round my waist and as I glance some more, I notice that I have a 5 o’clock shadow. I decide to shave, so I don’t look scruffy. 

The room is still misty as I apply the shaving foam. I am just about to take my first stroke with my razor when your hands wrap round my waist, your fingernails digging gently into my skin. You reach up to take a small nibble from my ear. The towel is dropped to the floor as you look at me from top to bottom in the mirror.

“Mmmmm pet, how much do you trust me?”

“With my life Mistress,” I say without hesitation. Your hand lowers down and you wrap your hand round mine, which is grasping my razor. Your hand and mine synchronize as the razor glides down through the foam, like a plough through the soft winter snow. With most of my face all-smooth, I release my hand as you have gotten used to how the motion is. With only the moustache of shaving foam left, you take another soft slow stroke, but I jump back, as you misjudge the power, and a small trickle of blood pours out of the small razor cut. I am freshly shaven and patted dry, but the blood is trickling down my face. You don’t notice the cut at first as you reach for a soft wet towel to clean the excess foam off. 

As you turn round, you see the small drops of blood on my face. Your brows furrow, and nose crinkles as you grab me and spin me to face you. You move in and kiss the blood sucking it off my face. As your kissing me, you pause to linger on my lips. I can taste the drops of blood on your tongue as it explores my mouth. I grab hold of it between my teeth, and my arms pull you towards my naked body. You let yourself go for a minute and enjoy the passion. I let go of your tongue as your hands have snuck down and grabbed my balls.

“Mmmmm Pet, you’re nice and hard, excellent for what I have in store next.”

You leave the bathroom, and come back, your stiletto heels clicking on the tiles of the bathroom floor. I am still naked, but all clean and ready for the day. In one hand, you have a small leather box, and in the other you have an aftershave bottle. You spray it over my face and on my chest. I squirm as the aftershave hits the fresh cut. You let out a soft moan as you inhale the scent.

You tell me to face the window. I was hoping to just look at what was going to happen in the mirror, but instead I look out at the soft swells of the ocean breaking on the shore of your beach. I feel you attach a chain round my hips. It’s cold but soft. Then your hand reaches round and a ring is placed round my cock, with another chain round my balls and back clipped on the ring. The cock ring and ball chocker is then attached to the chain round my waist, so that if you pull on it, my balls and cock are yanked hard.

“Now pet, just like the misbehaving pet puppy, this is a way for me to keep you under control today if you misbehave, or I see fit to use it at my pleasure. There is a small chocker wrapped round your balls. This is connected to the chain wrapped around your waist and all I need to do is pull on this, and you will feel me control your cock and balls.”

“I understand Mistress.”

“Now get changed, so we can have a leisurely day.”

I put on a pale blue cotton shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. I finish the ensemble with a pair of beach slippers. I find the feel of the silver chains a bit uncomfortable, but the thrill of wearing something just for Mistress excites me deeply. What adds to my excitement is the fact that nobody is aware I am wearing it. The shorts sit just below my hips, so the chain is viewable and easy for you to grab, if you require it.

Unfortunately, for your husband, you also got custody of one of his Porsches. It’s a light metallic blue, and of course a convertible. You toot the horn as I lock up behind me, rushing down the stairs, to greet you. I hop in as my legs slide in on the cool white leather. In addition to your sexy white outfit you’ve put on a dark set of sunglasses making it impossible for me read your eyes. As I fasten my seatbelt, you grab my cock.

“Oops that’s not the gear stick,” you say with a sly grin.

You laugh wickedly; as your stiletto hits the accelerator and we head down the long drive way. I take in all the sights and smells of all the flowers, plants and exotic trees that make part of the lush grounds. As if by magic, the tall black gates at the bottom of the drive slide open.

As you power towards the city I take out my camera and take some snap shots of the stunning scenery. I take a picture of you; you give me a dry smile, as you focus on the road. It’s only about a 20-minute journey into the town. It’s my first site of the island, apart from the airport and your luxury villa. I am surprised that it’s not as low-key as I imagined it would be. It’s not the small quiet market town I predicted, but instead an upbeat and bustling hub of shops and bistros. 

The Architecture is early French, and most of the shops have small decks and are given shade from the hot sun by large overhanging canvas blinds. It takes as long as it did to drive to town just to make it up this narrow street. I am trying to take it all in, but failing miserably. There are so many colors, sounds and smells. Myriads of beautiful people skin on show, bubbly and joyous. 

I drift back to the present and think on how lucky I am to be here with you.  I am glad we met. I feel like I am getting closer to you and maybe even more cherished. I think I am more open and I let you in deep, deeper than your ex.

We finally get to the end of the street; we turn into a parking lot, and as you flick the switch to put the hood up you command me.

“Take of your shirt.”

I wonder what is going to happen next, as she reaches in her small fashionable purse.

“Pet, I think that there are too many distractions here for you. I think these measurements will keep your focus and attention firmly with your Mistress.”

Another chain is pulled out, followed by another small chain, two clamps, and another heavier silver chain. The large chain is placed round my neck, a symbol of a collar. It has a small chain leading down my chest and attaches to the small clamps that you wrap round my nipples. The last chain goes from the back of my collar, fits down, and grasps the hip chain. 

“Pet, the nipple ones will not hurt unless I pull, and all I need to do is slide my hand down your back, up inside of your shirt, give it a tug and your whole body will tense up in a quick flash of pain, as I enter you, and grasp control of all of my pet.”

As you fasten my shirt, your fingernails run down my chest, and grab it.

“Now, let us go for brunch, then shopping and before we return home we’ll enjoy a nice game to end the evening.”

I exit the Porsche and scurry round and open the door for you, like a movie star exiting a stretched limo at a glitzy movie premiere. Your bronze leg exits as your gold stiletto stretches out to find the ground. I close the door behind you, and follow you out of the car lot. Before we enter the main street, you push me against the wall, and slide your hand down my shirt, and grab my cock. Your touch arouses me, and the choker almost takes immediate effect. 

“Now Pet, do everything I say and do this afternoon, and you will have an evening you will never forget!”

Before I can stumble out, “Yes, Mistress,” your lips meet mine, and your tongue delves into my mouth. It feels so good, and your hunger grows more by each kiss, your hands releasing my cock. You put your hand around my waist, as we walk down the road together. I feel so close to you, but I know your hand is there for a reason -- it can easily slide into my shirt, and pull on the chains at any moment. 

I walk slowly to accommodate your slower strides -- each click of the heel like a melody in my heart. 

We walk along the busy street. The smells in the air so fragrant and fresh, the atmosphere so subdued but electric. I try hard not to let my eyes wander and concentrate on you.

“Are you hungry pet?” You ask as you give out an evil ripple of a laugh.

“Always my Mistress,” I reply.

As she leads me into a street side Bistro, we decline from sitting outside (as you know my attention may be pushed by looking out at all that is going on). Instead, you opt for a table in the middle of the room. It’s a Mexican restaurant and the room is full of pale reds and mellow yellows; beautiful black and white pictures are hung on the wall of native Mexico. A young handsome waiter leads us to our table. It’s quite cozy; we are against the wall, a lush table, with a red tablecloth, and beautiful cutlery and accessories. We are face to face. The waiter brings us a menu and a wine list. As he departs, I catch you looking at his tight ass. I give a quiet cough to let you know I seen you.

‘Yessss, do you have a problem?” You reply, your eyebrow raising on one side. 

“No not at all Mistress,” I fib as my jealousy creeps to the forefront of my feelings.

“You are to order for the both of us. You will order what I tell you, and you will refer to me as your Mistress. Understood my jealous slut?”

“Yes Mistress.” 

As the waiter approaches, Mistress leans down and scratches her leg, well at least I thought she was scratching it, in fact she had taken her shoe off. As the waiter offered to take our order, her long smooth leg crept up my leg. The soft touch had immediate effect and as my cock grew hard and firm. I could feel the cock ring grip as my cock was filled with a mass of rushing blood.

“My Mistress would like the chef’s special, while I wi-, wi-, will have the chicken fajitas,” Her toes push hard and squeeze my balls. I stumble on my words as I turn a shade of deep red in embarrassment. 

As I look up, the waiter is looking anywhere but at our table. He is aware of what is taking place.

“My Mistress would also like a bottle of the house red wine, please,” I desperately get out.

Her toes softly stroke the end of my hard cock. I think everyone in the restaurant heard me. I am so red but secretly loving it.

As the waiter takes the menus, he scurries off to the safety of the kitchen.

“Now pet, I hope that has showed you where my real interest lies, so drop the jealously bullshit and just relax.”

As her leg just falls down the side of mine, I look towards her. 

“Yes Mistress, I am sorry, you just mean so much to me…” I trail off.

She takes off her sunglasses and dips her finger in the salsa sauce, and licks her finger, twirling her tongue around it before slowly inserting her finger all the way into her mouth.

The waiter serves us our food and then returns with the bottle of wine.

“I am sorry about before, my little slut boy, is very jealous and I am sorry if he caused you embarrassment.”

He nods and scurries off back to the kitchen. I am sitting having dinner with a powerful woman, no wait a dominant Goddess, and even better she has chosen me. The day is going great so far. I can’t wait for what else will come my way.

As I stand up and pull her chair out, I pay the bill. It’s the least I could do. She slides her finger down my back and pulls tightly.

As I let out a soft groan you say, “Excellent, I do like My cock to be hard at all times. Now pet, I have to get some things before we return home, the better you help me, the quicker we get home.”

“Understood, Mistress.”

We are only about 100 yards down from the restaurant when you lead me into a store. It’s not like the stores in the city, this one is like an Aladdin’s cave, as I find out it’s like me being in a candy store when I was five.

“This is my favorite store in the whole wide world pet.”

As we walk through the door, the smell hits me -- fresh leather. I can’t believe my luck, as it’s a shoe boutique. It’s a long narrow shop with nothing but walls and walls of shoes and boots. The smell is driving me crazy, and we both let out a soft groan of pleasure at the same time. The noise and the hustle from the outside street is silenced as the door slowly slides closed behind us. 

It’s like being in Imelda Marcos’ closet: the colors, shapes and variety are unreal. As my eyes are making their way up and down the wall, a figure approaches us. A very pretty tanned tall shop clerk saunters towards us from the back of the store.

As you let go of my waist you walk towards her, and kiss each other, hug, it’s so like out of “Sex and the City” I snigger to myself. You obviously know her, and well. It seems it’s like it’s been a while. As you both catch up with the small talk, I am looking at all the shoes and boots, getting harder, my cock stiffening, hungry to serve you. 

You introduce me to “Karen” the clerk as your friend. As Karen goes into the back to get shoes that you had ordered months ago, you slide your hand back round my waist. You tug the chain hard, my cock and nipples are almost ripped from the skin.

“Now pet, you know that shoes are my fetish, as they are yours, so as a treat I want you to pick out a pair of shoes and boots for me. I am almost wet just by this shop, now think carefully and you may get rewarded, if I like them…”

As she walks off to catch up with Karen, I walk up and down the racks, knowing if I could I would chose them all, but having to think carefully, I feel that the right pair will jump out at me. 

As I make my way by all the shoes, the smell of the leather overcoming my senses, I look up to see that you are still deep in chat. I pick a pair of Italian knee high leather boots from the top shelf. Sadly there is no thigh high’s in sight. I don’t imagine that they are much called for in the Caribbean. These have a thin sole that is hand-stitched with the perfect shape of a heel. Thin and definitely not chunky it swoops and sways the 5 inches up, as it gets firmer and stiffer by the top. The shape of the boot is meant to hug the calf to the maximum. A small thin zipper is located on the inside, while two straps, are at the top of the boot, so the boot can be firmly fastened. The boot is so fetish-like I am sure the designer must be into BDSM. As I carry it around with me, I hold it so softly, so aroused, I worry about if my erect cock can be seen protruding against my shorts.

As I look for the perfect pair of stilettos I can’t make up my mind between a 5” red pair with open toes and that just ooze dominance and sex, or a pair that are on a model’s leg. A 4” inch heel and a small leather hole for the big toe to go through then two long strands of the finest leather, that wrap round the leg several times before being tight tied to the leg. As I pick up the red ones, I make my way up to the counter. 

As two beautiful smiles look round to me, I hand over my choices, almost embarrassed but deep down loving this.  A selection of boxes is on the counter, and as Karen goes to get the boot and shoe from the back, you also ask for a pair of the ones on the model. God my Mistress has the best taste. 

“Now Pet, Karen doesn’t know of my lifestyle, but I think it's time we play a little with her, you are to do as you're told,” she commands me sternly.

“Yes, Mistress,” just as I agree Karen comes back with her huge smile, and her silicon breasts walking in her 6” inch heels.

“Three excellent choices,” as Karen obviously knows the ridiculous prices of her shoes, and is no doubt glad to see Mistress and her wallet again.

As Karen lays down the three boxes, she gets down on her knees to slip them on your feet.

“It’s okay Karen, he shall do this.”

A look from the corner of your eye is enough to make me kneel down in front of you, and as I look up at you, I know how much you are getting off on this, me kneeling in front of you in public. You must be so wet.

As I slip the red opened toed stilettos on you, you let out a soft moan as my touch slowly pushes your leg, so as your foot slips into the shoe. As you stand up and walk up and down the shop, you gleam a bright smile and I know I have done well.




Shopping



Karen takes the shoes and boxes them. As her back is turned you grab my head and push my face into your pussy. I can smell you and note that you are slightly damp, as you tug at my hair as you push me back down on my knees.

“You are not giving me proper treatment yet slutboy, fix it or your day will end here.”

Before I have time to answer Karen is back.

As I take the Cleopatra-style wrap ones, I kiss each foot before placing your feet in them. I wrap the leather strands round your bronzed calves, and as I pull them tight and tie them, you let out the softest of moan; your head falls back slightly.

Karen gives a light chuckle, but as it seems she is quite the dizzy blonde, and isn’t aware of all that is going on.

As she watches on, I take a chance and I go the full distance. I kiss each foot and then slowly place each boot on your feet. As I slowly pull up each zipper, fasten each buckle, pulling tight, you let out a soft pant, and after the forth one, I lick the front of each boot, before kissing each one again before saying,

“Thank you, Mistress.”

As you stand up, you run your fingers through my hair, and say,

“Your most welcome my cherished pet…”

As you turn to Karen, and tell her you will take them, her face is a picture, she is deep red, and stumbles with her words.

As I struggle, carrying the boxes out the door you wave back to Karen, blow her a kiss, and shout out playfully,

“See you soon!”

As I stand with arms full of boxes, you walk up to me, and kiss me deeply, before whispering in my ear,

“I am soaking wet Pet, well done, you are very naughty, but you also did well!”

As her hands goes round my waist, she leads us back to the car, and this time there is no pulling of the chains.

I put all the bags in the trunk and open her door for her. I walk around to get in the passengers side. The ride home is very silent, I don’t know what to say, so I stay quiet and just watch the amazing sunset as the orange glow fills the blue sky. I take a picture of the sunset; I just wish I had pictures of the images in my mind. As she speeds along the road, I can’t help but gaze over at her. The sunset acts as a screen for me, looking at her legs and wanting to kiss them and all the ways up to her wet juicy pussy. 

Before I know it she is turning into the drive for the long haul up to the villa, again, the gates slide open, and then slide securely behind us. 

As she parks the Porsche, I quickly scamper out and around and open the door for her. I take her hand as she gracefully exits the car. She opens the trunk, and as I struggle to get all her boxes she opens the front door. I climb up the steps, the door is open, but she has gone. As I walk in, the door slams behind me, and she grabs me. I drop the boxes on the floor, as she pushes me savagely behind the door, her hands all over me, grabbing my cock, and in turn pulling on the chain, as I wince, she laughs out,

“Poor baby…”

Her lips meet mine like a magnet, and as she bites into my mouth, her tongue enters and grabs hold of my tongue and almost constricts it like a snake on its prey. She unbuttons my shirt, and slides down my shorts to the floor. Naked as the day I was born, apart from the silver harness connecting my body, she looks me up and down, stopping for a minute, looking at my erect cock and sucking on her finger, just like at the Mexican restaurant. 

As if by magic she produces a riding crop. It softly touches my shoulders and from there as smooth and as soft as a feather it glides down my naked body. She holds it under my cock and softly raises it, so my erect cock is leaning on top of it. A soft flick hits my balls.

“Now pick up those boxes, take them up to the bedroom, and come back down to the old garage.” You command. 

With my clothes left in the middle of the hallway I gather all the bags containing the boxes, run up the stairs and place them all neatly in the bedroom, before running almost tripping in the process down the stairs to the old garage.

I enter the double garage and see nothing. I should have known better, as a hard whack of the crop hits my ass. I immediately fall on my knees and I really should have remembered but just got lost in the excitement of the day. As she walks forward I follow like a puppy dog. She stops in the middle of the room and another crop strikes my ass telling me to stand up. As I stand up, my wrists are placed in leather cuffs, and then attached to a winch, which is wound up so my arms are raised towards the ceiling. She puts my ankles in the same leather style cuffs, and they are spread wide with a spreader bar. Now I am spread eagle standing up. 

I hear her leave the room and she turns off the light. Darkness looms as she leaves me alone.  I try and count how long has passed since she left, I get up to 5 minutes, but then I lose count as my arms start to feel weak as they are taking a lot of my weight. I start to feel tired, and I almost drift off when the slamming door makes me almost jump out of my own skin. I hear her footsteps approach me from behind. I don’t dare look round.

She stops right behind me, I can smell her, she has bathed or showered and has a new scent on, its alluring, its almost like a drug, a hint of lavender, a touch of mint, is the only smells I can make out. 

Her fingers are now in gloves, soft and smooth, but of course leather, another smell to the concoction. The silver collar is snapped off, and the chain around my waist is snapped off, too. Her fingers slide round my body and each hand grasps a nipple. With the small clamps still intact, she twists them fiercely as I let out a loud groan in pain. They are unsnapped and taken off to my relief, my nipples feel numb, and it almost feels nice until the pain sets in. Finally the leather gloves slide down my front, as her breasts push against my back. She slides her hand down the shaft of my cock, and the other hand grabs my balls to see how tight and firm they are. As I hear her let out a soft groan I can only imagine that she is wet. While my distraction is away, she unclips the chain from the cock ring, but leaves the ring on.

As she walks away from me, she takes the sliver chain away. As I hear her walking back towards me, I hear rattling and I take a large gulp.

“Now pet, you did well today, you were very naughty, and you had me very wet, very naughty indeed, so you are to be punished before you are pleasured. A concept you have to get used too, so I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

“But...”

“Listen you little bitch there is no buts, right, now you have made me rethink,” as she storms off I hear the rattle of more chains as she storms back towards me.

“Ouch!” 

My ass is slapped hard. Before I manage to finish my word, a tight horse bit is shoved into my mouth. She pulls it tight and fastens it on the back of my head, I let out a groan, but it’s muffled. Next a tight blindfold is placed over my eyes. And it is fastened to the bit, I am totally now blind and unable to talk. 

As I hear her walk round me, I feel her lean slightly against me, and a collar is placed round my neck. This is nothing like the chain one, I can’t see it, but I can feel its heavy and the smell of it, its defiantly leather. It’s tall and almost feels like the shirt collar I would wear to the office, but a lot more confined and snug. You snap on a collar making me very erect and wanting you even more.

The winch is let down and my ankle and wrist cuffs are let go, I fall down on to my knees in a heap, drained, while the blood pumps round my whole body again. As I feel your spiked heel push into my broad back, you pull at my chain, and tell me to get up. 

As I stand up, you pull tight so I keep close, I can’t see where I am going. The door squeaks open, as you take us out of your dungeon. I can tell we are back in the large hall, by the cold floor slabs underneath my feet. As a shock I hear the latch of the front door open, and I hear your spiked heels touch the outside doorstep. I follow you as you wait and pull the door behind us. You take my hand and lead me down the front steps, the driveway is a sharp local stone, and as I dance up and down to avoid the sharp stones, you let out an ever-satisfying evil laugh.

Thankfully the stones pass, and we are now walking on soft grass. It's almost damp, and the soft texture is welcome relief. I wonder what is in store for me as you are leading me down the garden path. It’s so quiet, there is no click of your shoes as the grass is wet, and the ocean swell is breaking in the distance. After what seems a walk forever, you stop, and as my chain is yanked hard, I stop as well. 

You push me back; I tiptoe back and bump my head. I am against the trunk of a tree. As the crop slaps my inner thigh, I spread my arms and legs as I am now so used to doing. I hear a zip, of what sounds like a bag, and as my arms are pulling tight, I am now like before spread eagle but restrained, and naked to the trunk of a tree.

I feel you slide back round, and your hands still in the leather gloves make the way all over my body, twisting my still sore nipples and squeezing my cock harder. As I wait for your next touch, I feel your lips suck on the head of my throbbing cock, teasing me with your tongue, and sucking and licking my precum, I could cum any second, but concentrate on not cumming, before I think of my next image to make me not cum, I let out a huge scream, muffled by the bit, I bite hard into the leather bit, as you bite into the head of my cock.

Before the pain disappears another blow is inflicted to my body. This time I can tell it’s not from you, well not your mouth anyway. You have got out a flogger from your bag and have started to lightly flog the front of my body, my thighs, my nipples, my belly and of course, my cock. The soft leather strands grip round my cock and slowly inflict a sting; of course you are loving every minute of this. As I lose count of the strikes, my whole front of my body is stinging. It’s not the most brutal of floggings, but it is still painful.

As you stop, my body sighs a sense of relief. I hear you walk round me again, and I feel one side of the restraints being let loose, sadly it’s not to be, and it’s only being released so that you can make me move, so my back is now sticking out to you. The restraint is tied back to the tree. My naked body is now fully against the tree and I am in a position that I am almost hugging it. I take a large gulp and a deep breath as you rumble in your bag again. 

“Now my little bitch, this will hurt, but I want you to take it for me.”

The first strike of your riding crop hits my left ass cheek. I let out a huge scream like a girl. I bite hard down on the bit to try and get rid of the frustration. Another strike hits my right cheek. Again I let out another scream and bite down harder. Each strike is to a different location of my ass, each inch of my ass aching and red I lose count as the tears run down my eyes and fill up in the blindfold, I have lost count, It’s always 13 with her, but I can’t even remember where she is at, I am a wreck, I am shaking, and I am lost.

Finally it stops the tears more intense, the pain so unbearable. I listen for what is next, I hear her walk round again. The restraints are released. I slide down the trunk of the tree, almost collapse, no energy, no moral, no pleasure, just hard cold pain.

As the chain is yanked, you come close, and the bit is released. As my lips almost shake, your lips come close and kiss me deeply.

“Well done my precious pet, well done.”

I have no energy to reply. I am pushed down so I am laying on the grass, my naked body laying on top of the wet grass on a humid warm evening. The damp grass is a warm welcome, it soothes my numb body, my hard erect cock, welcomes the grass like a wet juicy pussy, its glad to see it. 

As I still can’t see -- I am relying on my hearing. I hear you stand in front of me. Your boot is placed right in front of my chin; your other boot pushes down on my back,

“Now clean my boots.”

As I use up the last of my energy, my tongue slowly licks the wet boots, they are soft and cold, I think PVC or latex, it tastes cold to my tongue, but it excites me immensely, and just for a minute forget about the pain. I lick and feel like it was your warm pussy that I was licking. You soon replace it with the other one, the clean one makes it way against leaning my back, and the spike heel pushes my head down so I don’t forget who is in control. Yes this is the dominant bitch, cruel, and almost heartless, but as much as right this minute I think you’re a bitch, I know that you have another side, and I need both sides of you to help me grow. As you release your foot from my back, a soft tug is engaged on my collar, so I stand up. You pull me towards the tree again. 

As I kneel down, your foot pushes me softly back so I am now laying again on the ground. This time my ass and back are enjoying the soft, cool damp grass. It’s so nice and soothing to my burning skin. I hear you rumble in your bag again -- I can’t believe there is more. The crop has really gotten to me, and I feel so drained. My ankles and wrists again restrained, and pulled tight, I am spread eagle for the third time. I listen for what’s next, but I hear nothing. I don’t think you are still by me, as your sweet scent has gone.

I feel like a cowboy who has been left in the desert, to die. I think four trees are restraining me. I am all alone; the damp grass cools my red ass. The soft warm air soon turns into a soft spray as a summer shower explodes overhead. It feels good; the cool water soaks my body.

A snap of a twig, sends a shiver up my spine, I lay still and quiet, scared stiff incase something is out there, it could be you, I don’t know.

My heartbeat quiets down. I breathe softly and at ease, with my body still aching all over. I wonder where you are.

Out of nowhere I feel your hands slide over my lips, your take off the blindfold. We are somewhere in the grounds of your villa, it’s dark, but as I suspected I am restrained by four large trees, my ankle and wrist cuffs tethered by large chains round four trees. There is a circle of candles round my body; it’s angelic and so romantic, yet very prominent that I am shackled and helpless in front of you. I look up to see you standing over me. You are in the thigh high PVC boots that I had worshipped earlier, and also long cocktail like leather gloves, and a tight leather corset, your breasts just seeping out from the edge. Your hair like mine wet from the soft spray of the rain, tied back, and very Domme like.

“Pet today has been a great day, we have shared great moments and I have pushed you to a new limit, to which you have responded well. I want to let you know I am wet, and have been all day, you do amazing things to me, and now you are to be rewarded."

Suddenly I breathe a new release of energy, as you lower your pussy down on to my face. Your already dripping as my tongue opens up to you. You would usually let me do all the work, but you’re too hungry for that. You touch and rub your swollen clit, as a wave of orgasm hits you and you end up in a mass of tingling. Like a river bursting my tongue swallows and delves into your crevasse that is your wet pussy. You’re moaning so loudly and your clit is swollen and throbbing, as your take your wet finger of your glove you take it and make me lick it with my hungry mouth.

Your eye hones in on my cock. You can tell by my thick full head that I am ready to explode.  You straddle my body as your wet pussy teases and toys with me, wrapping around my cock. You lean forward and kiss my tired lips, as your pussy slides down onto my hard cock, it grabs it tight, and I don’t want you to let go. 

You start to gyrate your hips and slide down and up my cock faster and harder. I tug at your tongue, I grip it tight, and as I fail to let go, I try to consume you, finally you push me as I let go so we can both breath. Your pussy is firmly got my cock grasped, harder and faster you push, I can’t hold on any longer. You are moaning and groaning which just turns me on more. 

Within seconds the throbbing won’t hold any longer and I feel the explosion from deep inside of me as your pussy stokes me harder and faster, I wait for it, its coming. As the semen rushes out of my body it explodes out my pulsating head. I let out a soft moan in orgasm. You continue to gyrate faster and harder, as you pant hard and faster, as I give it my all and final push. You collapse and fall forwards on to my body. We both lay there in the quiet of the night, surrounded by candles. Almost ironic, but the bond that has formed so quickly between us, perfect for the moment, as you lay on my chest, and rest, I think of how great a day it has been, and what other joys lay ahead that we will share together as me your pet, and you my Goddess of a Mistress.



Shopping



In the middle of the weekday, the store is quiet. She wanders through the open space, running her hand gently along the racks of delicate undergarments. Her gaze flitting from shelf to shelf, skipping from mounds of brightly colored panties to intricately carved bras. Pastels merging into bold creations, setting the tone for each section of the store. In her arms she holds a delicate confection of lace and strings, seemingly too insubstantial to even require a hanger. Picking up a packet of stockings along the way, she makes her way to the fitting rooms and glances around for the store clerk. Seeing no one nearby, she tries the door to one of the dressing rooms and finding it unlocked, slips inside. The dressing rooms are in a half-circle around a little sitting area, concealed behind a heavy curtain. The sitting area has a soft, long, overstuffed ottoman for the waiting guests and a large mirror. 

Inside the dressing room, she unbuttons her shirt and is unsnapping her jeans when the cell phone warbles in her purse. Scrambling, she reaches in and pulls it out, smiling as she sees the caller ID of the person calling.

"Hi," her voice softens involuntarily. She steps out of her jeans and slips the shirt off her shoulder as she holds the phone with one hand.

"Where are you now?" 

"In a store..."

"Which one?"

"Leila's Boutique, I told you I was going, remember?" She halts and glances down at her watch, wondering if she's running late or if he simply forgot.

"I remember. I finished early, I'll meet you at the store."

"No, wait..." she stares mutely at the phone as it goes dead in her hand and swears softly. She doesn't want him to see her buying these things, she wants to surprise him. Perhaps there is still enough time before he gets there.

Stepping out of her panties and slipping off her bra, she reaches for the clothes she brought with her. First the thong, then the thigh high stockings, and finally the corset. Her fingers hurry to tighten the delicate lacing in the front, pulling the corset together, as it lifts and squeezes her breasts, pushing them up. The corset laced, she leans down to test the range of movement and in that moment hears a sharp rap on the dressing room door. Her heart leaps in her throat but a scant second later she realizes that the missing store clerk has probably reappeared and is checking the rooms.

"Yes?" her voice shakes a little, but her heartbeat is already slowing down.

"Open the door, please." It's him. Apparently he was a lot closer when he called than she thought. She doesn't have time to think and refusing him is not an option. Slowly, her hand reaches for the door and turns the handle. His long legs are the first to meet her eyes as she takes in his body, stretched out on the settee in front of the dressing room. Arms folded across his chest, he regards her with a steady gaze.

"Very nice," the sensual tone of approval in his voice brings a flush to her cheeks, reminding her just how underdressed for a public place she is.

Stammering, she steps back into the dressing room,

"I'll only be a moment..." before she can finish, he raises his hand, commanding her to silence. The words freeze in her throat and a delicious sense of helpless inevitability spreads through her, heating up her skin, letting the blush suffuse her chest and arms. She swallows and watches as he rises gracefully from the settee and takes a step toward her, entering the dressing room and crowding her back toward the little puffy cushioned seat in the corner. Though these dressing rooms are about twice as large as those in a usual store, his size dwarfs the space and his close presence makes her heart gallop in her chest. When she hears the soft click of the lock on the dressing room door she suddenly finds it difficult to breathe, her whole being concentrating on him. Though he's seen her naked before, somehow this invasion of privacy, even though she is partly dressed, seemed more intimate. 

She fights the impulse to step close to him and hide herself but unable to resist, does just that, sliding her arms around his back and molding herself to his comforting frame. 

"No," his voice holds no displeasure, but she has a feeling he knows that her affection is not motivated entirely by the pleasure of seeing him. His hands settle on her upper arms and apply pressure to draw her away from him. "Do not hide from me. I wish to see you and you will not deny me."

She steps back, allowing the pressure from his hands to guide her to the back wall of the dressing room, her bare shoulders and ass pressing against the cold mirror, making her flinch.

His eyes rake her figure up and down as she stands still, waiting. She tries to follow his gaze but unwilling to meet his eyes, looks down and concentrates on keeping quiet, in case the clerk does decide to show up at some point. 

"Put your shoes on, please." Her eyes fly up to his face at the sound of his voice and she follows his glance down to her high-heeled sandals on their side on the floor. Wordlessly, she steps into them. She is about to crouch down to fasten them when his hand on her shoulder stops her.

"No, turn around and bend down," his hands settle on her waist, turning her so that her back is to him. Swallowing hard, she realizes that when she bends down she would be almost completely exposed, the flimsy thong providing absolutely no protection. A tremor runs down her body, but as she doesn't like to keep him waiting, she acquiesces and bends down, folding almost in half and reaching for the sandal fastenings, wanting to hurry but also knowing that even if she buckles them quickly, he could keep her like that for as long as he wishes. The sharp intake of breath behind her confirms her suspicions about the thong and a moment later, she feels his large palms cupping her ass, kneading firmly, a thumb sliding along the wisp of material between her cheeks. 

Controlling her shaking fingers, she buckles the sandals and moves to stand back up, but his palm on her back indicates that he's not done with her yet. Sighing with pleasure at his gentle yet firm touch, she lets her palms circle her ankles and allows her cheek to rest along her knee, waiting. His hand returns to her ass, both hands running down her thighs, over the top of the stockings and down her legs, sneaking between them and cupping her cheek briefly. She tries to catch his passing fingers with her lips, but they draw away and his quiet chuckle behind her tells her that he's not done playing yet.

Just as she's starting to get slightly dizzy, his hands return to her waist and pull her tightly against his hips where she can feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against her heating flesh. 

"Stand up," his voice sounds husky in her ears. She rises slowly, not wanting to faint from the sudden change in pressure, and leans gratefully against his chest, enjoying the feel of warm strength along her back. His hands slide to her navel, slowly moving up along the tightly knit lace over her stomach and ribs, until they settle just on the underside of her breasts, cupping their corseted shape. His thumbs float above the cloth to touch the warm flesh, grazing lightly. The hands cupping more firmly, pulling slightly on the exposed breasts to draw the nipples from their confinement.

"No..." the soft sound escapes her lips involuntarily and she stops herself before she can continue but not soon enough. His hands still and his head inclines toward hers, his voice barely a whisper in her ear,

"No?" the challenge in his voice is unmistakable and she feels a shudder run through her as she stammers in response,

"It's just that someone can walk in... I just..." she grounds to a halt and her head gives a small shake, as if to wipe the slate clean, but it's too late. He's waiting, his arms wrapped around her, holding her in place. "I am sorry... it's nothing." 

He remains still for an endless moment and then she feels his warm breath near her ear and his teeth gently nipping her earlobe as he speaks softly,

"You can't seem to stop second-guessing me." She's about to respond, to defend her words, but changes her mind and remains silent. She feels him smile and knows that he noticed her inner struggle. His next words confirm it, "Good."

She shivers, happy to be praised, glad she restrained herself from further comments. His hands and body direct her to turn so that she's facing the elongated mirror on the wall with him behind her. 

"Watch," he orders quietly, lifting her chin to direct her gaze to the mirror. 

She doesn't like looking at herself but he's right behind her and he'll know if she disobeys so she looks at herself, sneaking glances at his face in the mirror. His hands return to her breasts, pulling them completely from their confinement now and letting them rest in his palms. His fingers capture her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, tugging and squeezing, gently at first, then harder. Hard enough for her to bite her lip and draw in her breath. She closes her eyes and leans her head back against his chest before she remembers that he told her to watch. Her eyes fly open and she catches him watching her. She opens her mouth to say something, but something in his gaze stops her and she looks back at herself. 

He lowers his head and whispers in her ear, "Good girl."

She flushes with pleasure and watches as blush spreads over her chest. His hands give her breasts a final caress and lower them back into the corset, leaving the nipples above the fold. She swallows convulsively, waiting for him to tell her to change back into her clothes, but something tells her that he's not done yet. Suddenly there is the unmistakable sound of footsteps outside the sitting area and she panics, starting to struggle to get away from him. But instead of releasing her, he wraps his left arm around her and forcing her to stay still, directs her gaze to the mirror so she can see him raise his right forefinger to his lips commanding her to stay silent for now. The footsteps get closer and the heavy curtain separating the sitting area from the main store is drawn back, its rings clanging on the pole. 

She catches the devilish look in his eyes and almost groans because she knows that look, but there's no time to beg him not to do whatever it is he is planning as there's a loud knock on the door and a strident female voice demands,

"Is someone in there?" Before she can answer, his left arm eases around her a bit and his left palm recaptures one of her breasts, drawing the tender nipple and rolling it softly. The right hand slips down and even as she gathers breath to respond, nimble fingers draw aside the thong and one finger slips between the folds of her nether lips. She chokes on the words about to emerge from her mouth and her panicked glance catches his calm one in the mirror. His lips curve up at one corner as he mouths the words, "answer her".

She swallows and responds, "Yes, I am here," her attention barely capable of splitting between the person outside the door and what he's doing to her. His left hand is now busily unlacing her corset while the right is slipping even lower, another moment and a long finger slides down and slips inside, penetrating her, stroking her deep inside. A second finger follows and she's unable to keep her head from lolling back onto his chest, her teeth catch her lower lip and bite down savagely enough to bring her out of her trance. Just in time to hear the woman outside say,

"Oh, well... fine... next time, please ask someone to assist you before going into the dressing area. If you need anything, let me know."

She knows that she should respond but his left hand has finished unlacing the corset and has slipped inside it, settling over her stomach, splaying the fingers and tickling her skin lightly. She stammers,

"Yes... Thank you... I will..." She has no idea what she's saying, she just wants the woman to leave.

The indignant sniff outside the door tells her that she's not forgiven but she doesn't care. The footsteps move away and she finally takes a deep breath, only to let it out as a soft moan as his fingers torment her again, sliding out gently and back in again forcefully.

"Please..." she's not sure what she's begging him for. Does she really want him to stop? He must be wondering the same thing because he responds,

"Please, what?"

She doesn't answer, biting her lip again and avoiding his eyes. He withdraws from her warmth and then plunges back in, repeating, "Please, what?" She moans softly and grasps his wrist with her hands, but he's unyielding and she can't shift his hand. Instead, his other hand squeezes and tugs on the nipple it's been caressing and she has no choice but to respond,

"Please... let me cum, please," her voice is half whisper, half moan. 

He chuckles softly behind her and replies, "Well, why didn't you say so?"

His fingers move over her flesh, teasing and letting her climb higher and higher until she feels the familiar tightening and suddenly her whole body shudders as her legs give way and she exhales, going limp against his frame. 

His fingers withdraw as he gently nips her ear lobe and helps her to stand. Breathing softly onto her skin he whispers,

"I think you can get dressed now. I'll wait for you outside." Before she can say anything, she feels him step back and hears the gentle click of the lock as the door closes behind him leaving her alone in the large, empty dressing room.



Shopping



Water beaded on the glass shower screen, sparkling like jewels in the down light above the stall. Soapy foam splattered the tiles and glass from the heavily laden sponge in the hands of the young women in the shower.

She was tall and willowy with firm, long limbs and youthful rounded breasts, high on her ribcage, surmounted by wide honey colored aureole and prominent nipples. The water ran from her long wet chestnut colored hair, dark and glossy with shampoo over her smooth shoulders and into the deep cleavages at her chest and the base of her spine. Foamy lather obscured the dark mat of curls filling the valley atop her thighs until a languorous stroke of the sponge revealed the secret lips pouting between her parted legs.

"I don't know what that girl does in there for so long. It's a wonder she isn't all wrinkled when she comes out." the woman said.

"All teenage girls are the same Mother, we should be grateful she's not like Sonny. He doesn't see the need to take a shower unless there's an 'R' in the month." they both laughed and carried on watching the TV.

Her soapy fingers teasingly touched one plastic bottle after another, marching along the glass shelf until she grasped the newest container, curling her long slender fingers around the promising curves and swellings of the ribbed and molded plastic.

She had begun trembling as soon as she turned into the particular aisle in the huge 24-hour supermarket. The shelves of deodorant, shower gel, shampoos and lotions marched away from her, each product container a new source of consideration and deep fascination. 

Was the girth too thick or too slender, how firmly did the cap fit, was it tight and secure enough to stay in place, even when deeply buried. Were the edges sufficiently rounded, ridged or dimpled, striated or silky smooth. Her sensitive fingertips skipped and paused, stroked and encircled their way along the serried ranks of myriad possibilities of sensuous delight.

Living at home was a real pain. When she had fantasized in school about being grown up she had always imagined that at the grand old age of eighteen she would have a place of her very own. Then she had only known homework and spots, nothing of rent or deposits or mortgages. 

Her present job as an administration assistant just didn't pay enough to cover such things and she still lived with her parents. The biggest issue she had in her otherwise comfortable young life was the lack of privacy at home. 

It was all very well to have her clothes washed and ironed but the time she had bought a black satin basque and matching lace thong to excite a very special boyfriend, there had been a family inquest. If she ever wanted to stay out overnight she had to let her mother know why she couldn't come home for supper, calling on girlfriends and work colleagues for alibis to cover her few night of passion. It was all too much to deal with and very, very frustrating. 

She liked to masturbate as an alternative, in fact she liked to masturbate a lot, it was a pleasure she had enjoyed since puberty and she brought herself to at least one, shuddering climax every day. She was expert with her knowledgeable fingers and suitable lubricant could be found in many innocent forms; face and hand creams, moisturizers and lotions. But what she really wanted was a vibrator and the pelvic grinding satisfaction she had heard it could bring. 

The magazines and websites all agreed, recommending the Rabbit as 'a girl's best friend'. She had taken a look at a sample in one of 'those' shops. The curves, projections and ridges had been fascinating; its brightly colored looks that of an innocent child's plaything. 

She had imagined how it would feel to use the toy on herself, running its humming plastic hardness over her sensitive flesh, sliding it inside herself when she was wet and slippery, the thrumming projections playing on her nerve endings. The thigh clenching orgasms she could have were only a cash register away. Just thinking about it made her uncomfortable, her panties were sticking to her, moisture trickling from her as her arousal caused her to gape wetly in wanton readiness. 

It was useless to consider buying one. Her mother would find it in minutes, however hard she tried to hide it. It would be impossible to explain away as an accidental purchase or a high tech baby's rattle. She had left the shop hot, dripping wet and even more frustrated.

The bright blue rubberized grip, studded with hard projecting nodules nestled in her hand, water spray running along her arm as her fingers curled under the swollen rounded cap at the top of the plastic bottle. After months of searching she had found the moisturizing body gel in a big 24-hour convenience store. 

The container was just as she remembered from her summer holiday. Two weeks of totally abandoned freedom in Benidorm with the girls from the agency, too much alcohol, too little sleep and a slightly sore crotch from the constant sex. 

Their daily game had been last one to orgasm buys the first round the next day and no faking it. Masturbation didn't count, unless a stranger was doing it to you. Cumming from oral sex scored double. There were no rules about gender; you took back to the apartment whatever you could find in the clubs by 2 a.m. 

Her best buy souvenir of the holiday had been the Spanish shower gel. The bottle had been one of only two left in the bargain bin at the corner supermarket near their self-catering apartment. As soon as she saw it, potent black plastic body and studded blue rubber grip she knew she had to have it.

Back home she had kept it in the bathroom, using it every day for two months, then it had vanished. 

"Mum, where's my shower gel, I left it on the shelf?" she had asked.

"It's been empty for weeks luv, I cleaned out the bathroom today, had a good old tidy up." her mother had replied.

"Oh." she had said; 'fuck', she had thought.

As she couldn't own a vibrator she had made do with more mundane aids over the years. She often wondered if the marketing and advertising agencies thought about the packaging of their products with horny women in mind. It only seemed to be women's deodorants and lotions that frequently came in containers ideally shaped to penetrate and stimulate the female anatomy. 

Mushroom headed anti-perspirant applicators, tightly fitting caps on bullet shaped bottles of shampoo and long, rounded aluminum tubes of shaving foam with smoothly contoured screw on tops, just thick enough to comfortably fill that eager void between the legs.

She had tried most of them over the past few years. Careful of the loose cap that could pinch or become detached inside, the sharp edge that could catch on delicate flesh so spoiling the moment. FCUK appropriately had a shower gel tube that was just a little too thick, with molded nodules that tightly stretched and stimulated her wonderfully but chafed if she were not already wet and loose.

The checkout girl had looked at her single purchase and the trembling hand holding out the money. She had half smiled, a knowing twinkle in her pale blue eyes.

"Would you like a bag?" the checkout girl had asked.

"Please"

"I believe it's very good for relaxing the muscle tone," the checkout girl had said, "very stimulating."

"Thanks, I'll look forward to my next shower." she had replied, not allowing her own hooded, cool grey eyes to meet the shop girl's.

She had been anticipating this ever since buying the bottle, now she was very wet and more than ready. She squirmed at the feel of the smooth bulb neck sliding easily past her outer labia and down along her slippery pink satin inner frill; gasping heavily as it lodged at her now gaping, sopping entrance.

She paused to savor the tension, the stretching sensation of moving it fractionally in and out, then sharply angled her hips as she pushed the rigid container up into her body, gently forcing it past the initial resistance and on into her wet heat. 

She couldn't help crying out as it slid against her inner walls, softly moaning her pleasure as the thick ribbing and resilient curving shoulders both stimulated and stretched her in that first delicious penetration. 

Keeping the pressure steady, she eased the widening container deeper, always in contact with the muscles cording her inner spaces, until the hard bulbous head gently touched the deep set, tight ring of muscle that guarded her womb, sending a shiver of pleasure pain to her core.

The perfect proportion of the bottle with a flared rim like a pleated skirt above where her trembling hand gripped its base bumped her engorged clitoris, adding sensation to sensation.

The strokes were slow, deep and easy at first with a slight twist to make contact with her outer nerve endings. Then she dropped her hips, squatting in the shower, knees bent, thighs spread wide as she fucked herself harder and rougher with the plastic bottle than any lover would have dared. 

The screaming orgasm came swiftly, crashing through her groin and up along her arching back then through her middle, emptying her lungs and squeezing her heart, to finally explode in her head like a bursting firework. The breath was driven from her in a guttural, groaning cry as her internal muscles clamped so hard in spasm around the bottle she could no longer work it in or out, just hold on as her pelvis pumped and writhed against her hand. 

Her thighs shuddered and her stomach muscles rippled as she gasped for air, whipping her head and wet strands of hair from side to side. Fluid pouring from her, gushed around the plastic surrogate lover as she came hard and wet, to be washed away by the flowing water of the shower.

"You're going to be late dear. You said you wanted to be out by eight?" her mothers voice floated through the bathroom door and the purple mist of post-orgasmic ecstasy.

She managed a weak reply, "I'm just coming mom."



Shopping



The message on my machine was clear and concise, "I'll pick you up at 3:00. Look sexy and wear a dress." That was it. No explanation, no details, just an "order" from Him.

It didn't cross my mind to question Him. I would be ready as requested and waiting for Him at 2:50. 

~

As the hour approached and I began my preparations, I listened to the message again and again, trying to decipher some clues from His tone or inflection what awaited me. Was He angry? No, not angry but definitely not happy either. The more I played the message, the more nervous I became about my immediate future. Nervous, but also, excited.

~

3:00 sharp, the buzzer brought me back to consciousness. Never late that one, I thought and, grabbing my purse, I headed for the door. He was waiting on the street looking perfectly groomed and handsome as ever. Dressed entirely in black except for a beautiful cashmere scarf. A plaid that was predominantly green to match His eyes; He knows it drives me crazy when He does that. I love His eyes! I tried not to smile as I approached but He can read me like a book and seeing my excitement, He burst into a broad, but somewhat evil smile. When I was close enough, He reached out to take my chin between His thumb and forefinger. Gently tipping my head back, He went right to my neck. His lips grazed my skin and rested lightly on my pulse. Inhaling my essence He gave me a little bite, grasped my arm and directed me into a waiting taxi. I knew the day would be "interesting."

The taxi pulled to a stop in front of a small, discreet lingerie boutique on a quiet street. He paid the driver and came around to my side of the taxi to let me out; always the gentleman. Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief (and a bit of disappointment), this was going to be a simple shopping trip. He wanted to dress me for His pleasure. Maybe that evening I would prance about the apartment in my new finery, teasing and coaxing Him into action. Sub or not, I can still control the action when I set my mind to it. 

The store appeared to be deserted. It was a charming place, meticulously decorated and stocked with exquisite wares. Before long, a tall and stately woman about His age emerged from the back and greeted us, welcoming us to her store. Madame explained the origins of her lingerie and urged us to take our time and enjoy the selection. Almost as fast as she came, Madame was gone and the two of us were again alone in the store. He began browsing and pulling a few items He fancied. Madame emerged again with two glasses of rose champagne and began a quiet dialogue with Him. I struggled to hear the conversation without being too obvious. Would there be a treat, I wondered. He had a habit of finding those "special" items no one else did. I began to think maybe this would be interesting trip after all. 

As the flutes were drained, He approached me and in a low voice, gave His instructions.

"You are to go into the dressing rooms with these items my dear. I want you to strip completely and call for Madame to help you. You must be nude when Madame enters the room and you must not attempt to conceal yourself in anyway."

I stared at Him in shock. 

"What are you suggesting, that I submit to this woman?"

A cloud passed over His face and His entire demeanor changed in an instant. 

"I am not suggesting anything my dear. I am telling you that you WILL submit to ME and enter THAT dressing room", he commanded pointing toward the rear of the establishment, "you WILL then strip naked and call for Madame's assistance. Whatever happens next, you will offer no resistance and you will not attempt to conceal yourself in any way. Do you understand Me?"

I looked over my shoulder at the handsome older woman straightening her stock at the back of the store, near the entrance to the dressing rooms and wondered what on earth I had gotten into this time. Turning back to face Him, I simply nodded and turned, head down, and walked toward my destiny.

Madame looked up as I approached and she smiled innocently.

"Have you found something that interests you my dear?"

In that moment, hearing Madame refer to me as "my dear", with the same tone and inflection He used, I realized that this would be no ordinary day of shopping. 

The dressing room was large. It featured a huge velvet drape across the front and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on two walls. Along the third was a plush two seat settee and a hat tree. The whole place smelled of comfort and luxury. Upon entering the room, my heart began to race. I was not prepared for this; (a woman; this woman?) but I dared not defy Him. I tossed the lingerie on the small sofa and sat, staring at myself in one of the mirrors. I could hear the low rumble of a conversation He was having with Madame and I knew there was only one thing left to do. I stood and began to strip. When I was completely nude, I pulled back the curtain stared at the two of them and said, "Madame?"

Without any trace of emotion, Madame strode purposefully toward me, stepped inside and pulled the drape behind her. Maybe I should have been less brash? Then I noticed that Madame had in fact, left just enough of an opening for Him to observe the scene in one of the mirrors. There He sat, locked in on my eyes, sipping champagne while I stood there naked, inches away from a complete stranger. A woman? An older woman! He could be such a bastard!

"Now my dear", Madame spoke in a gentle but firm voice. "Let's see if we can find what you need."

Bastard! 

Madame bent to straighten the finery I had strewn about the settee. She was an attractive woman in a harsh and masculine sort of way. Think of a stern Robin Wright Penn and you'll get the idea. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun and she, like Him was dressed entirely in black; a perfectly tailored silk blouse and equally fitted pair of wool gabardine slacks. Her body was still firm and her long legs and graceful demeanor hinted at a career in dance. When she finished, she turned and took a seat next to the now meticulous pile, and crossing her legs, assessed me as though I were a mannequin in her shop window about to be dressed for the Holidays. 

"Turn around my dear" Madame said in that same flat, dull voice. Now, facing away from her and looking in the huge mirror, I waited what seemed like an eternity for something to happen. Finally, Madame rose from her seat and stood very close to me. I could feel the heat of her next to my nakedness and smell her expensive perfume. We briefly made eye contact in the mirror but I turned away when Madame grasped my buttocks and said, "we must first find a 'frame' for this perfect little ass of yours." Both cheeks got a slight squeeze before, I felt Madame's hands slide up my rib cage and come to rest on my breasts. Though I tried to concentrate on something other than the soft warmth of her hands, my nipples hardened, and it brought the slightest glint of a smile to Madame's face. 

"And of course, we must find the best way to treat these."

Madame returned to the sofa and started to offer some of the finest lingerie, each more stunning than the last. I was instructed throughout this process to assume different poses and to look at myself in the mirror and to observe the affect of the pose combined with a particular item. Each time, I looked amazing. Like her or not, this woman knew her job. Remaining businesslike, Madame would occasionally rise to make an "adjustment" to this or that. In each case, she took the opportunity to include a sexual gesture; the brushing of fingers here or a little pinch there. A ruby red silk bra compelled Madame to pinch my nipples hard and give them a tug. 

"We need to see how it looks if you're chilled my dear." 

The action took me by surprise and made my pussy ache. How did Madame know that rough nipple play drove me wild? STOP! But then I caught a glimpse of Him in the far mirror and knew exactly how Madame knew what she knew about me. 

Bastard!

~

While clad only in a pair of sheer beige lacey boy shorts, Madame stared at my crotch and shaking her head, and beckoned me to her. 

"These require a complete wax or the effect is ruined. Here, let me show you." She turned me around so I was again facing the mirror and I stood stock still and watched as Madame grabbed the backs of both thighs, roughly separating my legs to allow her to slide a hand up my thigh and slip it inside the panties. Madame moved her hand to cover my small patch of dark pubic hair and, in doing so, let her thumb glide over my clit and slide across my wetness. 

""There now my dear" she cooed in a new and gentler tone, "isn't that better?"

I gasped for breath and flushed as Madame's thumb continued to play across my pussy. I wanted this to stop but Madame was performing magic as her thumb zeroed in on its target. My clit almost hurt it was so hard and I knew that, if this continued, an orgasm would not be far off. My arousal grew and I was so wet, I could feel it on my thighs. Feeling as though my knees were going to give out, I placed my hands on the mirror and spread my legs, offering myself completely to Madame. I no longer cared about what was happening to me, I was so focused on the sensations washing over me. A glorious feeling of release was building deep in my abdomen and my heart was pounding in my ears. Madame reached up with her other hand and pulled my left nipple hard enough to make me feel faint and an orgasm hit me and I drifted off to a wonderful place. A loud moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes, relishing the intensity of it all.

Then, to my complete surprise, Madame suddenly stopped and in a stern voice barked "look what you've done to these panties, take them off before they are ruined." Madame stood next to me, arms folded across her chest like a strict schoolmarm and waited. "And look at the handprints you left on my mirror!" Madame snatched the panties from my hand and stormed out of the dressing room, waving them at....Him. My heart sunk.

I could not tell if the warmth in my face was from the flush of orgasm or the blush of standing there, once again, naked to the world. 

Two women entered the shop and, assessing the situation, quickly turned around and were gone; that left Madame shaking the moistened panties and barking at....Him.

"Look at what that foolish girl has done, to say nothing of the mess in the dressing room."

He took the panties from her and calmly replied, "I will take care of it."

"You are aware of the price, are you not" she snapped back tersely.

He merely nodded and approached the dressing room. Looking around He noticed the mess on the mirror and, with a frown, handed me the panties. 

"Clean it."

I started to object but wisely stopped myself. He was in no mood for input. Of course when I attempted to clean glass with then sticky, damp lace, the results were abysmal. The handprints turned into a milky glaze, which grew with every swipe. Madame was apoplectic. "Foolish, foolish girl!" Turning to face Him she said, "this is unacceptable" and was off. I didn't dare even look at Him. I could hear His breathing but that was enough. I thought I might be sick.

Madame returned carrying something that looked similar to a ping-pong paddle only shaped more like a teardrop. How appropriate I thought. One side of the paddle was covered with leather and it appeared, from my quick glance, that the other side was cashmere. Madame took her seat on the couch and instructed me to lie across her lap. I shot a glance at Him and He had turned away from us, facing the empty shop. At that point, I knew there was no way out of this (did I want one?) and I complied. 

The first strike fell loud and hard the paddle remaining in contact to accentuate the bond. Likewise the second, long lingering and possibly, harder than the first. After that, the blows came more quickly and sharply. Sequential strikes with the leather were followed by a few seconds of rubbing with the cashmere. Madame it seems has done this before. My ass was red and burning to the point that even the softness of the cashmere made me wince. 

I was close to the edge and, no matter how much I knew it would disappoint Him, I thought I might cry out in agony with the next blow but, the next blow did not come. Instead, I heard a sharp exhalation of breath from Madame and looked in the mirror to see her shaking her head. 

What a sight I was! My eyes were red and puffy and my makeup had streaked terribly from my eyes watering but, that was not what Madame objected to. 

"She likes it" Madame proclaimed. 

"She is wet again." Looking at Him in the mirror, I realized He had turned to watch the punishment and looked into my eyes with a cold stare I had never seen before. Was He enjoying this I wondered?

While I was trying to maintain eye contact with Him, two long slender fingers slid into my pussy, taking me by surprise and making me gasp. I did not want her inside me anymore and I dropped my head so that I did not have to see Him in the mirror. However, once again, Madame worked her magic and as I felt her fingers sliding in and out, scrapping the roof of my sex it caused me to grind into her lap and moan. Madame pulled my hair back and demanded that I watch in the mirror. I knew another orgasm was not far away and hoped it would come soon. Yes, it felt good but I hated her (and Him?) and wanted it to be done. I wanted to be free of Madame. I wanted it to be Him punishing me. 

Bastard!

But Madame had other thoughts. Sensing my approaching climax, Madame pulled harder on my hair and slid in a third finger, only this one went into my ass. It was too much for me, stimulus overload made me scream. An orgasm of such force took me that I convulsed began to weep.

"Oh come now my dear" Madame said with a touch of evil. "That's the best you can do?"

"That's enough" He finally intervened. "That's enough"

Madame, with her fingers still in me, glared at Him and with a sigh of resignation and disappointment, she released me. He helped me stand and steady myself. He held me for a moment and said, "there now my dear, you'll be fine." From nowhere, He produced a linen handkerchief and told me to clean up and get dressed. He kissed me softly on the forehead and left the dressing room pulling the heavy drape behind Him and finally, I was alone and in private. Sitting heavily on the settee, I looked in the mirror and sighed. What DID you get yourself into "my dear"....

~

At the front of the store, He spoke to Madame in hushed tones.

"You already know that, to a connoisseur, she will be average at best but, if you insist, I will accept her at this weeks auction" Madame said with resignation. 

"I will prepare her" He replied and the deal was struck.

I emerged from the dressing room and Madame completely ignored me. He took my arm and wordlessly led me to the door. 

"Come my dear, we will have hot chocolate and there is something I must explain to you."

"But, don't we need to pay for the panties", I asked meekly.

"Actually my dear, I just did...."



Shopping



My wife Kim, and I were going to go grocery shopping last week. As usual, I was waiting for her to get ready. When she finally came downstairs, I had to do a double take. She was dressed in the shortest skirt I have ever seen her wear. It was denim and very loose and flouncy. The waistband of the skirt was very low across her hipbones, showing a lot of bare stomach. The hem of the skirt barely covered her ass cheeks as she stood still. She was also wearing one of my old white undershirts, which was very threadbare. I could just make out the shadow of her nipples through the worn cloth. 

She giggled as she saw my reaction. "I thought you would like this," she said as she ran her hand across the front of my pants. She was right.

"Are you going out like that?" I was finally able to ask.

"Do you want me to?" Her eyes had that playful look that she usually reserved for the bedroom. "Do you want me to be seen like this in public?"

I thought carefully for a moment. This could be dangerous. It has always been my fantasy for my wife to show off in public, but even though she knew this, she had always dressed very conservatively. It has caused a few fights in the past. Kim didn't understand why I would want other people to look at her. I needed to choose my response delicately in case she was just joking, I didn't want to re-start a fight. Was she just teasing or would she really consent to going out in public like that? 

I must have been standing there, contemplating the situation for too long, because she turned on her heel, "Fine I will go change," and started back up the stairs. 

"No wait," I called after her. "You look incredible, any man would be crazy to not want to be seen with someone as sexy as you."

She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. "You almost blew it." Then she kissed me on the cheek, "Get your keys."

My heart skipped a beat as she bounced past me, her breasts jiggling under the thin shirt. I caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt and my only thought was, "Is she wearing panties?"

I quickly locked the front door and ran after her. Her legs looked very naked stretching up from her sandals to where her thighs disappeared under the skirt. My question was answered as she slid into the car. Her smooth thighs gave way to a sparse strip of close-cropped red hair that sat nestled atop her moist slit. No panties after all. She grinned and made no move to cover herself. 

"Why? I mean what prompted you to dress like this," I asked openly staring, my throbbing erection testifying my approval. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, but why now?"

"I know that you want me to dress sexier, and I just thought I would give it a try. Who knows, if I like it maybe I will do it more often. The grocery store seems like a safe place and it shouldn't be very crowded this time of night." It seemed so surreal, sitting there talking to my normally conservative wife, while she was dressed so sexy. She was sitting very demurely, knees together, hands folded neatly across her lap. In stark contrast, her skirt was riding across the top of her thighs, her red pubic hair openly exposed to me. Each bump we hit in the road caused her small breasts to bounce deliciously under her t-shirt. Her nipples betrayed her arousal. It was an unusually warm night, and I had the air conditioner going. Even so, a light sheen of sweat glistened across her skin causing the fabric to stick to her breasts. Not quite creating a wet t-shirt, but making it very revealing none-the-less.

As we pulled up to the store, she self-consciously pulled the hem of the skirt down and glanced nervously around the parking lot. I parked away from the lights in the back half of the lot. She had been right, the place was nearly deserted, only a few cars. I got out and walked around the car and opened her door. She looked around, took a deep breath and swung her leg out. Her skirt pulled up a little, but that was enough to allow me another tantalizing look between her legs. 

"You're going to have to be careful or you are going to give some lucky guy a treat."

She looked at me innocently, sitting halfway in the car, her legs slightly spread, "Is that bad?"

"I don't exactly know what has gotten into you," I said as she pulled herself from the car. "But, I like it."

"I don't quite understand why you like this sort of thing, but if it excites you keep your eyes open big boy, you're in for a treat." She traced her fingers across me chest and left a quick kiss lingering on my cheek. Her hips swayed with each step, making the hem of her skirt play peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks. I ran to catch up, as she entered the store.

The grocery store, like the parking lot, was all but deserted, just a few employees and a handful of patrons throughout the store. I pulled up beside Kim and noticed that the air conditioning was having a very noticeable effect on her. Her nipples were small bullets, and I could almost make out the color of her areolas under the thin white fabric. She looked down and blushed furiously. To her credit did not try to cover herself, even when the teenaged stock boy walked by and almost walked into a display of canned corn. His eyes and mouth, both wide open. I walked closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "Did you see that? He was looking right at you."

"He wasn't looking at looking at me. I am old enough to be his..." she paused for a second with a glint in her eye, "older sister."

"Are you kidding? Of course he was looking at you. You are a wet dream walking," I told her. "He is probably going to go in the back and think about you for a few minutes in the bathroom, if you know what I mean."

"Do you really think so?" The surprise in her voice was real. It was a discussion we often had; she did not think that she was extraordinarily attractive. If she only knew. Maybe after tonight, she would.

Kim looked after the stock boy as he made his way down one of the aisles. He was walking in that patented 'I have a hard-on I am trying to hide' walk. She giggled quietly into my ear, "Only one way to find out. Watch this." Then she bounced down the aisle after stock boy, her walk distinctly playful.

I caught up to them in the frozen food aisle. Kim was reaching into one of the freezers looking at the ice cream. Her admirer was pretending to rearrange the frozen peas but his eyes never left her backside, which was just hiding under the hem of her skirt. The teenager looked at little nervous at my approach, but not nervous enough to miss the show. He tried a little harder to rearrange the peas, but I could still see him sneaking glances at Kim. All three of us froze when Kim dropped a box of ice cream bars. It was quite comical; none of us knew what to do. The stock boy looked at Kim expectantly through the foggy freezer door, Kim looked at me for approval, and I of course gave it with a quick nod. Very slowly, she bent over. Her breathing got a little labored and a flush spread across her cheeks and neck.

The hem of her skirt rose as she bent lower, climbing slowly over the back of her thighs and then up the lower curve of her ass. The stock boy stopped pretending to stack peas and stared openly. The lower half of her goose bumped ass cheeks were exposed to the frigid air. I could see the faint tan lines from her laying out last summer. She continued to bend down, exposing more of her backside, until she was completely bent over at the waist. Almost all of her delicious butt was on display to this stranger and me. I could just make out some red pubic hair sticking out from between her thighs. She held this pose for almost ten seconds, fumbling with the dropped box.

The stock boy caught me looking at him. He quickly closed his freezer door and walked quickly down the aisle toward the back of the store. Kim stood up, her eyes looked wild and her breathing was very ragged.

"Did you see the look on his face when I bent over?" she asked breathlessly.

"I thought he was going to cum in his pants," I told her hugging her tightly.

"He had an erection." Her voice sounded excited and aroused. "It looked pretty big." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. "I need you to take me home and fuck me." She only used language like that when we were hot and heavy in bed. She was hot now and I wanted to see how far she would go.

"All in due time," I told her. "I want you ready for me. It looks like this little show has you pretty excited."

"Are you kidding, I am so hot its just about running down my legs. I didn't think that I would get this excited from a stranger seeing my butt, but just look at me."

"He saw more than that," I laughed pulling her toward the back of the store and the deli counter.

Her eyes got wide, "Do you think he saw my..."

"From the look on his face, he got a pretty good glimpse of the promised land," I told her. We rounded the corner and I could see the deli counter only had one customer, a fifty-something woman, and the guy behind the counter. 

"Oh my God. I am so hot," she hadn't noticed where we were headed, she was still reliving her exposure to the stock boy. 

She looked up and saw where we were headed and smiled at me. Kim put a little extra wiggle in her step. Her skirt had settled back to its original place below her ass and I reached down and pulled it a little lower. At first, Kim looked at me disappointedly, but then she understood. The waistband of the skirt was a very loose hip-hugger type and pulling it lower caused it to expose a broad stretch of her lower belly. I couldn't tell, but I figured that it was about an inch from showing her close-cropped red hair. It looked like if she didn't concentrate on it, the skirt could slip right down her legs. Her hipbones were a good three inches above the waistband of her skirt. She took a deep breath and stepped up to the meat counter. Her nipples were still rock hard and jiggling with each step. 

When the guy behind the counter finished up with the fifty-something woman, he turned to Kim and almost fell over. There she stood, her nipples could easily be seen through her thin white shirt, and her skirt started at least five inches below her belly button. She was truly a sight to see. Innocently she looked through the deli meats behind the glass, bending now and then to take a closer look. From behind, I was treated to her lovely cheeks peeking out at me. From the front our friend, his nametag said 'Phil' got just a good a show. The neck of Kim's t-shirt was very loose and fell away from her chest when she bent over, allowing a nice view all the way down to her belly. He must have had a great, unobstructed view of her hard nipples. 

Kim stood there, letting this guy look down her shirt for at least five minutes. Then she asked to have a sample of some honey ham. Phil told her that he didn't have any cut, but he could slice some up for her. She thanked him and he put some up on the slicer. Kim gave me a 'watch this look' and asked, "Could I come back there and watch you? I have been wanting to get a meat slicer and I was wondering how to use it."

Phil looked at me warily, as she walked around the side of the counter. I shrugged my shoulders at the guy and tried to look disinterested. My heavy breathing and tightness in my pants, betrayed my real emotions. Kim trotted around the side of the counter and bounced up next to the guy. 

The deli area was now deserted, just Kim and I and, of course, her current admirer. Kim stood on her tiptoes, looking over the Phil's shoulder watching as he got the slicer ready. From the back, Kim's skirt rode low across her hips, almost allowing the crack of her ass to show. The more she stretched to see, the lower her skirt slipped. Phil kept glancing back at Kim. Her shirt had ridden high against her belly and the skirt threatened to plunge to the floor. I noticed that Kim had moved closer to Phil with her hand on his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing. All the while, I stood back and watched to see what my, up until now very conservative, wife was going to do next. This morning, I never would have thought I would be watching my wife standing next to a complete stranger, with her skirt almost around her ankles. But there it was, slipping inch by inch over her firm ass.

Phil had gotten the machine ready and bent over to retrieve the ham from a low cabinet. Kim bent over also. But as she did, she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down even further. From where I was standing behind them, I could see at least an inch or two of ass crack. I'm sure that from Phil's point of view, if he could not see a few curly red hairs peeking up at him, it was because he wasn't trying. Kim's skirt was now barely hanging from her hips. I couldn't believe that she was doing this. She was almost naked in a public store, practically hanging on a strange guy. But I could tell from her breathing and the flush across her neck, she was enjoying this.

Phil plopped the meat on the machine, never taking his eyes of Kim. He kept glancing back at me, making sure that I wasn't going to come over the counter at him for staring at my wife. I played the completely unconcerned husband, looking around just waiting to leave. This seemed to relax Phil a little. He slid in a little closer to Kim, even reaching across her to turn on the slicer. When he did that, I could see Kim arch her back a little, which caused her breasts to brush against his arm. I wasn't sure how far Kim was going to take this little game, but I was sure that I wanted to watch. 

I moved a little to the left, and I could see why Phil was getting so worried about me standing there. Kim's skirt had slid down even further in the front than I had thought. One side of it was draped along her hipbone, while the other side had slipped down even further, exposing about an inch of her pubic hair. She brushed against Phil's hip, which rotated the skirt a little and exposed about half a tanned ass cheek. She was virtually bottomless now. 

Kim asked, "Can I try to slice some. You know, to get the feel for it," she purred suggestively. Phil looked over his shoulder at me, but I quickly looked away pretending to be bored.

"Well, it's against store policy..." he paused looking down at Kim's soft red, half covered, pussy. "...But since nobody else is around. I guess it would be okay as long as you're careful."

Kim slid in front of Phil, brushing her half-covered ass against the front of his pants. I'm sure that she felt his obviously erect penis, as it slide across her naked skin. Getting into it now, Phil reached both arms around Kim and guided her hands, showing her how to use the slicer. After a few seconds, they both got into a rhythm as the slicer hummed and chunked slices of ham onto the counter. From the behind it looked as if he was actually having sex with her. From the side, I watched Kim's skirt slip even lower with the motion of Phil's body against her. Then, in long slow instant, Kim's skirt slipped again, this time it fell to the floor. I had given up my covert watching, and was now staring intently at the two of them. Phil still had his arms around Kim, who was now bare-assed. They continued for a few moments, not realizing the skirt now lay on the floor. Her ass cheeks quivered with each slicing motion and I could see that she had her eyes closed. She was obviously enjoying the feeling of his erection pressing against her bare ass. 

Kim finally let out a mock squeal, looking around as if embarrassed. "My skirt," she exclaimed. 

Phil looked down and saw Kim's naked pussy staring back at him. He just stood there for what seemed like an eternity before looking around to see if anyone was around.

She held up her hands, covered with ham grease. "It is a new skirt and I don't want to get grease all over it. Can you pull it up for me?" Standing there wearing only a thin t-shirt, she looked pleadingly into his eyes. 

Then with a sly grin she said, "Wait, you have grease on your hands too. Is there someplace in the back where I could wash my hands?" 

Phil nodded, unable to speak, as Kim stepped out of her skirt. Phil led a very bottomless Kim into the back through a swinging door. Kim flashed me a big smile, just before her bare ass disappeared into the backroom. 

I stood there for at least five minutes. Then Kim reappeared, still naked from the waist down, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. She quickly darted over and grabbed her skirt off the floor. Then stepping quickly into it, she rounded the end of the counter pulling the skirt up over her naked ass. Phil poked his head out from the backroom, as Kim pulled me toward the front of the store. We half ran out of the store, Kim's skirt threatening to again attempt it's disappearing act. We made it out to the parking lot, and into the night air. Kim was still very flushed. A few steps outside the store, she turned to me with a very serious look in her face.

"Please tell me that you don't hate me now."

I couldn't believe this. My very straight-laced wife had just fulfilled my deepest fantasy and she thought that I would be mad at her.

"Are you kidding me," I took her hand and placed it on my still very erect member. "Does this tell you how I feel about this?" 

She giggled and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Do you want to hear what happened in the backroom?"

I nodded, walking back across the darkened parking lot to the car. 

"When Phil led me half naked into the backroom, I didn't know if there was going to be anyone back there. I was so excited I wanted to touch myself. He never took his eyes off my naked bottom and I could feel my juices running down my thighs.

"I was kind of disappointed that there was no one back there to see me. I don't know why it excited me so much, but I was very close to cumming."

"Did you want him to touch you," I asked slipping my hand under her skirt from behind. Boy, she wasn't kidding about it dripping down her thighs, she was soaked.

"Just wait," she said. "I'm getting to that."

Getting to that? My mind was racing. Had she let that guy touch her? Did she let him fuck her? She was certainly gone long enough for a quickie. And it would have been easy for Phil to whip it out and slip it right into her very wet pussy.

"Phil led me over to the sink and turned on the water. As I washed my hands, he was standing next to me, just looking. His hip was almost touching mine. Then he reached both arms around me to wash his hands. He leaned against me from behind and through the roughness of his pants, I could feel his erection. It was nestled between my ass cheeks. I pushed back against him and I felt him start pumping his penis against me."

"Did you let him..." my voice trailed off. 

"I'm getting to that," she panted. "I told him that he could not fuck me. Then I reached behind me and ran my hand over his erection. God it was big! I unzipped his pants and...are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes," I almost screamed. I was ready to cum right there just from hearing her story.

She glanced down at my erect penis and then continued. "I unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Like I said it was very thick and hot. I slipped it between my legs and slid it along my pussy lips."

By now, Kim was openly masturbating in the car as we drove home. Her legs were spread wide, and her fingers were buried deeply in her pussy. The car was filled with the squishy sloppy sounds of her pleasuring herself.

"His big dick was drenched in my juices, sliding between my pussy lips. It would have been so easy to just slip the head between my lips and ..." she let the orgasm wash over her then. Her breathing was ragged and loud. After the shuddering stopped, she continued.

"He was thrusting between my thighs, his penis almost slipping inside me. Then he speed up and he came. He actually came just from rubbing between my thighs." 




Shopping



I looked down and realized that the wetness that I thought was just Kim's juices, was actually sperm. It was practically running down her legs. 

"He just kept cumming and cumming. I am drenched in it."

I looked at my conservative wife, with another man's sperm running down her thighs. She never looked sexier.



Shopping



The rain outside fell against the windshield of the car, wind blowing it in sheets. The man and woman solemnly shook hands. Their smiles giving way to the businesslike way in which the absurd agreement was reached.

Their pact was driven by her desire to go shopping that day and his counter-desire to relax, watch some football and perhaps interest her in some bedroom gymnastics.

She suggested a compromise, and reminding him that she was his muse, told him he would have to come along to find out the compromise. Or he could stay at his apartment with his football, take-out food and his hand for company.

And so he found himself driving to the mall three hours from the town he lived in with her beside him as she laid out the agreement.

Basing her position on the "all is fair in love and war" theory, she proposed a day of shopping mixed around a day of tease. His questioning look and query about "Just what type of shop are we going to?" brought her laughter, which he always enjoyed.

"We are going to a normal, run-of-the mill shopping center, you dolt." She said, still smiling. "And we are going to shop, but also, we will tease one another. Now before your imagination gets the best of you, I'm not talking about me pulling my pants down in front of you in the middle of the food court and bringing BOB out of hiding."

"I simply mean that we will spend the day attempting to keep each other at a ....... well, a heightened state of arousal. I figure this will keep you interested and perhaps take your mind off the prices. And for myself, well, I'll admit there is something very sexy about walking thru a crowd when my only thought is to throw you on the floor and ride you to relief. That is, if you do your job correctly."

He drove awhile, letting it sink in as the rain came down harder and requiring his concentration. At a light, he turned to look over at her a moment, his eyes caught by something. A moment later he realized that she now had a larger amount of leg and thigh showing than had previously when she got into his car. 

Her laughter again filled the car as she watched him come up short, eyes stuck downward at the legs she knew he loved to explore. Reaching over, almost caressing his chin, she lifted his head. "My eyes, intellect and most of my charms are up here."

"Well................it appears someone has already started the game." He stated thru his smile.

Smiling triumphantly, as the car pulled into the parking lot and finally a parking space. She removed her seat belt and turned in her seat, hitching up one leg for what she hoped was an almost clear view of her skimpy panties. 

"So we are in agreement?" She stated, holding out her hand. 

Turning to her, seeing the view offered, his head lifted upwards as he smiled shaking his head. "Ohhhhh, you are not going to fight fair, are you?"

"OK, it's an agreement" he said, popping off his seatbelt. Taking her hand in a firm handshake that he always appreciated, then quickly leaning over to her, pulling her slightly to him he said.

He leaned in close to the side of her head, and slowly ran his tongue up her sexy neck, while his other hand slid down her thigh stopping just short of the skimpy panties.

"But understand" he whispered, "I might have a trick or two up my sleeve also."

Pulling back, his hand gently squeezed her upper thigh, and then withdrew with light pressure from his nails scaping her skin. 

One point for my side, he tallied up as he heard her catch her breath as he withdrew, and quickly popped the car door open before she could retaliate.

Quickly jumping out of the car, she walked briskly towards the front entrance, not waiting for him, with her umbrella. 

A light curse escaped his lips as he jogged to catch up, but also enjoying the view of her sexy body from the backside. For a lady of 38, her body was still an enjoyment for the eyes. Her long legs and tight, petite ass looked outstanding in her skirt with low heels. Her blouse displaying toned and tanned arms. Her natural olive coloring from her family's Mediterranean background enhancing the glow. 

Seizing an opportunity he jogged past her letting his hand smack her backside and giving it a tight squeeze before releasing. The smack echoing among the rain as he released and ran forward to the door.

Her smile dripped with a look telling him without words that payback is hell as she approached the door he held. A little extra swing of the hips accentuated her form as she closed on him.

Just before getting to the door, she flicked her umbrella downwards, sending a shower of droplets across his face and clothing. Stopping in front of him, a look of innocence crossing her face, she slid her hand up the shaft of the umbrella while looking into his eyes. Then slowly retracted the umbrella in a way that held his attention as no umbrella had before. 

"It's all in the form, you know." She said as she reached up to give his cheek a small kiss as her hand drew down his shirt front to the waist of his slacks. Hooking a single finger in the waist, she tugged lightly before entering the store.

Following behind her, slow to catch up as he again enjoyed the view of her body, he asked, "So, what is it we are here shopping for?"

"I'm not sure" she said, "I just feel like getting out of my apartment and seeing what is available. Though I do need an outfit for my next business trip."

"So this is an aimless excursion thru an entire mall?" he asked. The dread of shopping returning as he momentarily forgets their agreement.

Stopping, and turning quickly in front of him, poking her finger in his chest, she said, "Shopping is never aimless. And don't forget, we have an agreement." 

Lifting on her toes, she kissed him lightly before whispering to him, "I want your cock."

And as quick as it came out, she whipped around and headed off to a nearby perfume counter, engaging the sample lady in chat. 

And he stood struck. His mind trying to figure out if he had heard correctly what she said. 'God, she is amazing' he thought as he rushed off to catch up. 

'Perhaps this shopping could be interesting after all.' He thought..

Shaking his head once again, he began to navigate thru the people streaming by towards the perfumes.

As he approached her and the sample lady, she turned, squirting a small sample on her wrist, holding it for his thoughts on the fragrance.

Smiling at the two of them, he lightly grabbed the wrist and took a small sample of the scent enjoying it's mixture with her natural fragrance. 

"Mmmmmm, not bad but not quite a realistic way to sample is it?" He said, stepping behind her as he pulled her arm across her front. Taking her wrist, he slid it tenderly across the draw of her neck. 

Looking over her shoulder at the sample lady, he said, "Shouldn't I test it in natural circumstances?"

Confused, the sample lady simply said, "The customer is always right."

His hands on her hips, he brought one up and lifted her thick mass of curly blond hair to expose the graceful lines of her neck and looking into her quizzical eyes, he nuzzeled her neck, sniffing the fragrance while allowing his mouth to open and kiss her skin.

Holding there for a moment, losing himself in her scent mixed with the perfume, his tongue darted over the skin. His eyes closed, he felt her head stiffen, and then begin to arch offering him more.

Mouth opening further, he moved slightly and then bit down in a slow, exquisite motion. Feeling her skin slide under his teeth. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, you are not fair" whispered out of her mouth, even as her brain raced at what the scene must look like. Her eyes opening, she saw the looks from the sample lady and the passing shoppers. But she felt detached as his hands grasped her hips and pulled their bodies together. 

Feeling his mouth shift, teeth releasing her skin even as the sample lady coughed and found something of interest to her left to look at. Though her eyes continued to dart back to the scene only 3 feet away from her.

Feeling her body against his, and her low moans he opened his eyes to a view of her neck flowing down into the front of her blouse. And her erect nipples just visible thru her lace bra and silk blouse.

Releasing her neck, sliding his mouth across her neck, he mumbled, "I like it."

And then in a voice barely audible, right next to her ear, "Drinking your juices from your warm wet pussy, I mean."

Her body stiffened and reacted immediately. A tingle started to vibrate within her as his hands slid off her hips, and his body moved off. Turning to look at him she saw him lift another perfume and sniff, making a face.

'Amazing how he can say that to me and then go off like nothing happened.' She thought.

Turning back to the sample lady, she returned the perfume bottle. Amazed she hadn't dropped it during the sample. 

"I'm going to have to think about it. That wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for from him."

"It wasn't?" the sample lady asked, incredulous. "What were you looking for?" she asked, forgetting the 'customer is always right' axiom.

"Well, normally if he really likes it, I'll end up with something unbuttoned. I mean look, not a button undone. Sorry." 

Turning, she felt the tingle inside her spreading a warmth thru her body. A small wetness she knew was forming on the small lace g-string front. But judging from the tightness in his slacks, and the fact that his hands were jammed in the pockets, she suspected she wasn't the only one with a wet spot.

Smiling at that useful tidbit she walked past him and they continued their journey.

She had already determined her next stop. Walking out of the department store into the mall proper, she swept the three directions they could travel and saw what she wanted to her right. Turning, and heading off she saw his eyes roll as he realized her direction. 

"Please, not this" He said. 

"No rolling your eyes, it's rude. And besides, you know my love for a comfortable pair of shoes."

Walking into the shop, she was encouraged to see only one saleslady and about 4 customers. The shop had the aisles set perpendicular to the door so she walked around one side and made for an aisle that displayed leather boots. Walking down the aisle slowly, fingering the thigh high leather boots she noticed him standing at the entrance to the aisle watching her.

Seeing a pair that interest her and were in her size, she ignored them and bent down to look at an ugly pair of thigh-high leather boots in a bright blue color. Bending completely at the waist, she saw him stiffen as he watched her sexy ass protrude. 

Holding the boot while still bent at the waist, she turned her head to him.

"I think I found a pair I want to try on. Are you OK? You look like the cat's got your tongue." 

Slowly unbending, enjoying the feel of her body as it stretched as well as his eyes practically ravishing her ass. She turned and walked to a seat near him.

At that moment, behind him the saleslady appeared. Smiling, her smile almost disappeared as she saw the pair of boots she referred to as "the butt ugly boots" to her coworkers on the floor in front of the lady.

"Uhhhhh, can I help you find a anything today?"

Turning, smiling, she said, "No thanks. I'm just looking but I would like to try these on, if that is alright."

"Well.....certainly. Of course. Is the size correct or do I need to get another pair?" The saleslady asked even as she cringed inwardly at the site of the boots sitting on the floor.

"No, these are perfect. I'm just happy you still have a pair in my size. I imagine you have a hard time keeping these on the shelf. And don't worry about helping me try them on. My assistant will help if need be. But thank you."

Cocking her head, the saleslady looked back and forth between these two people, finally muttering as she retreated, "Of course. Well, if you need anything, just give a yell"

As the saleslady retreated, he turned to her with eyebrow arched. "Assistant?"

"Yes, assistant. You heard correctly. Now close your mouth, stop gawking and put these boots on me so I can try them out."

Her statement rang with the authority he imagined her subordinates at work heard when things were not going quite as she planned. But he found it amusing, and slightly sexy.

"Yes, ma'am. Of course. Sorry, ma'am" he said, falling into character.

Stepping up and kneeling in front of her, she sank back into the cushions of the chair and raised a foot slightly for him to remove her shoe.

Realizing she wasn't going to help, he grasped high on her calf and slid his fingers down to the shoe.

Removing the shoe and dropping it, he grasped her hand and began a light massage as his fingers felt the warmth of her foot. Her head fell back for a moment and then quickly regained control. 

"Did I tell you to massage my foot, assistant?" she asked in a low menacing tone belying the slight smile on her face.

"No ma'am. Just trying to show initiative is all, ma'am." He said, lowering his head to hide the smile spreading.

"First try for competence, then perhaps initiative can follow." She berated him in a slightly louder voice. "Now, pick up the boot and slide it on my foot."

Picking up her foot in one hand, he grabbed a boot and began to slide the long upper over her foot until she quickly leaned forward grasping his hand.

"By the way, I can see your eyes. Don't even think about looking up my skirt at my panties, or my shaven pussy underneath. And don't even think of the damp spot forming on the front of my panties. Do you hear me, Assistant?" Her eyes lit with a sparkle as she rattled off his instructions in a low voice.

"Sorry ma'am, I won't."

"Good, by the way, it is customary to remove the packing from the toe of the boot before fitting it on your madam's foot. Unless of course you want to jam my toes into the boot and hurt me. Is that it? Are you trying to hurt me?"

He stared into her eyes and was lost for a moment. She was completely enjoying this show of power and her eyes were dancing and he sank into them. Finding his voice, he lowered his head, but kept looking into those eyes.

"No ma'am. I swear. I don't want to hurt you." He said, quickly adding in a lower voice, "Unless you tell me too."

Removing the upper from her foot, he fished into the boot and removed the packing and again slid the upper over her foot. Sliding the boot up her calf he made sure his fingers scraped and slid over the smooth skin of her sexy legs. 

Finally settling the foot in the boot, he leaned forward while slowly raising the zipper up the backside of the boot. His cheek near her knee. Inhaling he swore he could smell her musky scent. Slowly his head began to turn towards the knee as his hands finished zipping and continued till fondling her knee. His mouth began to move towards her sexy leg and thigh until her hands grasped his face tightly.

"What do you think your doing?" she hissed with her face close to his as she bent down. "Were you going to kiss my knee, assistant? Answer me........ now!"

Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, her hands tight on his face he mumbled an apology about not being able to control himself around her. Her erotic nature was too much for him.

Still close to his face, she laughed. "I'm too much for you, ehhh? Can't be close to me without thoughts of sex? Are you truly that depraved?" 

Leaning back slightly, pulling his face up and back with her, she felt his hands balance himself on her knees.

"So, tell me, what were you going to do after kissing my knee? Hmmmm, what was your plan after that?"

Staring up at her, his erection had gotten uncomfortable and he shifted slightly to try to relieve the congestion in his pants, squeezing her knees slightly as he did.

Not giving him time to answer, she whispered again in her fierce voice.

"Oh my God. You didn't have a plan after kissing my knee? You sit in front of me, caressing my skin, your erection obvious and all you were going to do was kiss my knee. But I think I know better. I think you did have a plan. I think you had thoughts of jamming your tongue up inside my pussy." As she whispered this, she slid her legs open further, hoping he got a good view as she did.

"Yes, I think that is it. You were going to try to jam your tongue up inside me and lick out my juices. Perhaps you even had a fantasy of you eating my pussy till I cum. Did you? Did you fantasize about that?"

Her eyes were positively on fire as she spoke. He knew that talking like this was a forbidden favorite of hers. She prided herself on refinement, but once in awhile she allowed her rough side to show in her language. 

"Yes, ma'am. I had hoped that perhaps you might allow me a taste of your juices. And a fools hope that I could please you."

"Yes, well, you have enough intelligence to recognize a fools hope and that is worth something. So how shall I pay you for that small spark of intellect? Hmmmmm......." Slowly one hand released his face and traced an arc down her inner thigh. His eyes craned to catch a glimpse as a finger snaked inside the lace and slid up inside before coming back up. 

"Perhaps this will tide you over." She said, as her finger made a small trace around his lips even as his tongue arced out. Giving his lips a small tap for his insolence, she popped her finger into her mouth to suck her own juices and smiled at him.



Shopping



She jumped from the car when he pulled up at the front door of Wal-Mart. It was very late, after 2am, but they needed to pick up a couple of things for breakfast. As she stepped from the car, her skirt rode up her leg and he realized that she wasnt wearing panties, again. She loved to go without when they were in public. It made her feel sexy and drove him crazy. But usually she mentioned it to him, just to tease. Not tonight. She had just flirted with him and every other eligible male in the bar, which was also her way of teasing him.

He couldn't stand the idea of not touching her now, so he parked the car as close to the door as he could and ran inside. He searched the aisles frantically until he found her in the dairy section. He walked up behind her as she reached into the refrigerator case and pressed his body against hers, knowing she would feel his erect penis as it slid between her cheeks. She gasped and reached backed to steady herself against him. "Hey stranger. Are you following me?" she teased.

"Don't turn around!" he said.

She giggled a bit and moved her hand up and down against his hip, not daring to slide it between them and touch his cock. They would both lose control then. His breath was fast and hard against her neck and she could smell his aftershave as he moved his mouth to her neck. His warm mouth slid over her skin and she sighed and pushed herself back into his embrace. He took that as a sign of encouragement and shifted his hand up under her blouse and found her lacy bra in the way. He pulled her back against his chest and murmured in her ear, "I want to fuck you now."

Between his naughty words and the cold of the dairy case, her nipples were painfully hard. She moved her hand to cup his and pushed her bra aside so he could feel just how turned on she was. "Do you see what you have caused?" she asked, laughing.

"Its only fair. Feel what you have done to me, running around without any panties on!!" he exclaimed. She moved her hand from his hip then, and began to stroke his cock. He growled and pulled her away from the cold air, banging the door of the dairy case closed as he turned her around to face him.

His mouth moved to capture hers and their tongues tangled as she moaned into his open mouth. He slid his hand up and touched her cheek. She pulled away gently and looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Lets go to a less public area," she said. 

"Lead the way," he replied. They began moving toward the aisles of curtains and bed linens. She had him by the hand as she moved eagerly ahead of him. He was pulling the grocery basket behind him. When they stopped, they were in the middle of an aisle with floor mats and area rugs on the shelves. She felt safe there. She doubted anyone would be shopping for those items at this hour of the morning. 

Once again, he took her in his arms and began to kiss her, softly at first. Then with more urgency. They both began to fumble with buttons and zippers now, needing to feel bare skin. He slid his fingers inside the cup of her bra and tweaked her hard nipple. Then slipped both hands around her back to unfasten the bra altogether. He flipped the cups up over her breasts, freeing them and exposing them to his gaze. He could see how hard they were, and knew how much she was loving this. He leaned down to tease first one, then the other with his hot mouth. His tongue and teeth were teasing and then sweetly torturing her taut nipples. She held his head in her hand, pressing him harder into her breasts. Her moans and gasps urging him to nip just a bit harder. 

She pulled his jeans open and moved to pull his cock free. She felt him moan around her nipple as her cold hand touched his hard, hot cock. The head was red and angry looking and she wanted to soothe it with her wet pussy. But first, she had to taste! She grabbed a small rug from the shelf and threw it down between them. Then she dropped to her knees and quickly moved her mouth over the head of his cock. She could taste the precum beginning to coat it. As she slid her mouth down over the length of him, she took has sac in one hand and gently rolled his balls around. He had shaved around the base of his cock that morning, so it was easier to take the full length of him down her throat. He was gasping and moaning as he tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head against himself. She felt him start to thrust his cock into her mouth then, and knew that he was on the edge. She pulled her mouth off of him with a loud pop. She giggled and looked around to make sure nobody was watching. 

And then she stood up and turned her back to him. She leaned over and steadied herself on one of the shelves as she pushed her butt back towards him. He took a half step forward and flipped her skirt up over her bare ass. His cock was still wet from her mouth and he knew she was soaking wet now, too. So he just slid his cock up and down her crack a few times and then slammed it deep into her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit as he bottomed out inside her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and then turned her head so she could see his face and said, "You have to fuck me hard now, baby."

He didnt need to be asked twice. He just started pounding into her pussy. Each stroke was harder than the last. He was practically lifting her off the floor. The feelings were so intense, her orgasm was on her before she even realized it. She moved a hand to her clit and fingered it in hard circles as she felt her pussy begin to contract around his cock. Her moans became chants of "Oh god!" "Oh my god, that feels so good!" and finally, "I am cumming now baby...cum with me!"

He slowed as he felt her pussy spasm, wanting to make it all last. He felt her fingers slow and then stop on her clit and knew that she was too sensitive right now. He slowly slipped his wet hard cock from her pussy and pushed it gently against her other hole, leaning over her back and whispering, "Are you ready now?"

She pushed herself back against him and felt the head of his cock slide into her bottom. Her gasp of pain quickly turned to one of pleasure as her sphincter tightened and the relaxed, allowing him to slide a bit deeper. Her fingers began moving over her clit again, teasing, circling. She encouraged him with her body, rocking herself forward and back now, urging him to go deeper with each thrust. He picked up the pace and she could feel his body tense, so she reached back and cupped his sac with her warm hand. She squeezed a bit and heard his quick intake of breath. "Fuck my ass hard darlin'!" she implored. 

He pushed into her harder and harder, and felt himself slide all the way inside, the hair around his sac tickling her bare pussy with each thrust. She was so close, again, and knew that he was too. She could tell by the sound of his moaning. She increased the pressure on his balls and felt them pull up closer to his cock as he began to release, deep inside her. The warmth flooding her and the intense feeling of having him so deep put her over the edge. Her pussy began to spasm again, and he could feel it through the thin wall of her ass. They were both panting and groaning as the intense feeling of orgasm died away and left them spent and satisfied. 

They slowly straightened and adjusted their clothing to cover up. She leaned toward him and kissed him, and told him how much she loved it when he surprised her like that. He smacked her bottom and made her squeal. And as they finished the shopping and approached the check-out, she quickly dashed ahead of him and said, "I will meet you in the car." He could see the evidence of their public tryst slipping slowly down her leg as she exited the store. He chuckled and his mind raced with the image of her standing by the car, licking it off of her fingers.



Shopping



We travel to the City of Bath fairly often, sometimes staying overnight if we drive, or by train if only for the day shopping. We have had several arousing experiences there so I thought I'd relate this one for your pleasure. Although the content is very mild in comparison to other stories it is a true account. 

As this is my first submission I will be very interested in any feedback.



I never know what to expect on these days, sometimes you will be on a mission to just shop till you drop, other days you just love to tease me and anyone else who gets in your path. 

This day we had spent the morning just shopping which was followed by a slow liquid lunch in a bar overlooking the river Avon in the warm sunshine.

I began to assume it was going to be one of those "off" days and was quite disappointed, so brought the conversation around to clothes and complimented you on what you had chosen to wear that day, hoping that flattery may have some effect.

You were wearing an ordinary white cotton shirt and white bra, over tight cotton trousers, which sank deep into your crotch. 

As we were ready to leave you excused yourself and went to the ladies room to refresh your makeup as I sorted out the bill.

You came back sounding quite excited and said you had a proposition for me. You told me your bra was now in your bag and said that if I shopped for a little longer you would undo your shirt buttons, one every half hour starting right now. I was now suddenly very interested in shopping and replied something like "Make it two to start and I'll shop all day" 

The game was on, you still looked fairly conservative at this time but when you bent to pick up your purse, a fair bit of cleavage could be seen, immediately arousing me. 

We called at a bookshop first and just browsed along some of the fiction. Not too exciting but the expectation of what was to come was very stimulating. Next was a fashion store we browsed around and saw a little red top. It's kind of hard to describe but it was made from a very silky fabric with a high neck in the front and was crossed over low in the back. 

I persuaded you to try it on, so you proceeded to the changing room and pulled over the curtain. A few moments later you came out; the material clung to your body like a second skin, sexily outlining your breasts and even exaggerating your erect nipples. ("We have got to buy this top" I thought). 

After modelling and turning for my approval, you had a mischievous look and told me to wait a moment and went back in the cubicle. You then emerged with the top on back to front. The crossover barely covering the edge of your areolas on your highly visible breasts. Your boobs jiggled as you walked out of the cubicle across the shop and I was in heaven as you proceeded to walk around looking at other garments. 

The fabric was so loose and thin it kept letting your excited nipples escape. I know this was primarily for my benefit, but several others definitely watched as you nonchalantly pulled the fabric back to place. You looked so natural, as you walked around, openly flaunting yourself, browsing the other garments on sale. 

The sales assistant who was probably mid 30s commented on how sexy the top was when worn that way and that she wished she had the confidence to wear it like that. Now I was in really aroused, especially when I could see that the shop assistant was showing quite an interest in your behaviour.

You then returned to the cubicle and put your shirt back on and left another button undone for my pleasure. As we paid for the item the assistant certainly noticed your manner of dress because her eyes glanced down to the gap formed by the open buttons on your shirt several times. I was excited as I knew you were, and beginning to think that the assistant was also getting aroused having seen your sensual hard nipples exposed in the shop. 

This I think was confirmed when she presented the bill; she held it at right angles to the edge of the desk, manoeuvring you so that you had to turn slightly to sign, allowing her another unobstructed view of your exposed breast inside your shirt. And I know you love admiring glances from men and women. 

Outside the shop you told me that the assistant had been making a lot of eye contact with you and then smiling while glancing down to your breasts. Just speaking of that moment was extremely erotic for us both.

Next we passed a shoe shop and you said you wanted to see a pair of high-heeled shoes in the window. You told me not to bother coming in, and just wait and watch from the street. The assistant offered to help and you bent down to point to the shoes you wanted to try. The shirt just gapped open in the shop window. From outside the window I was delighted to see most of your breast exposed to the nipple and you could easily be seen as people walked past. Several people saw this exciting episode including an older gentleman who just stood there watching and then wandered around the shop as you were attended to, I didn't know whether you had noticed him at this time but I was certainly aroused as he sauntered around the shop, trying to inconspicuously look inside your blouse. The shoes were not what you wanted so you thanked the assistant and returned to the street.

As you left the shop, I quickly moved down the street ahead of your so I could watch you approach and see what was visible to others. You walked down towards me slowly browsing the shop windows. The older guy was now watching you intently and stayed almost to your side watching your reflection as you window-shopped. When you realized that he was watching you, you held his gaze through the reflection and undid another button to allow him a better peep at your breast. He stared for a moment. But when you smiled at him I think he got a bit embarrassed and went away, not knowing what else he could have seen if he had stayed. 

I impulsively bought your some flowers and approached you as a stranger would; telling you that you looked absolutely gorgeous and a real turn on. 

We loved every second of it, just like horny young lovers. We walked a little along the river where we had a bit of fun and I took a couple of photos for my private collection. Then on to the station to catch the train. 

This was the best bit; you were really turned on at this time and undid the last two buttons of the shirt as we walked up the steps to the station platform letting your shirt gape completely, your bare breasts totally exposed for a few moments until we arrived at the platform to wait for the train. On the platform you kept your arms folded most of the time and only allowed your shirt to gape open when you deliberately moved your arms to look in your bag, allowing a selected few, unobstructed views inside your shirt when approaching you at the right angle, most smiled or winked but said nothing, Once on the train you had to button up as you felt it was not appropriate as kids may be passing. We spoke lovingly of the days events on the way home to keep our state of our arousal for the evening at home.

I'm still turned on when I remember every detail of that day.



Shopping



*This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. 

If you see a well dressed guy, it probably means that he's gay, or that he has a woman pick out his clothes. So, when you walk into a clothing store and you see a blank guy, try to help him out. A few weeks ago, I too was looking for help, and by god, I wasn't getting any, and I was screwed.

I had just got a new job as a sales executive, and after my first salary, my boss had asked me to return only with new clothes, or to stay home. So, I stood inside the Globus store at Colaba, Mumbai, looking at a lot of clothes and getting a migraine. 

I pulled out two pairs of trousers, both of a kind off-white color, and added them to my shopping cart. Suddenly, some one behind me interrupted me.

"I wouldn't choose both of the same color, and the one on your left just isn't you."

I turned. A young woman around my age (very early twenties) stood before me.

"Choose another pair, something in a dark color. And the one on the left just isn't you."

I looked at the trousers. They looked the same.

"How are they different?"

"Pleats. The one on the right will look better. Just trust me."

"How are pleats good?" I asked. The trousers still looked the same to me.

"Always ask a woman before you buy yourself some clothes, from now onwards. The pleats make your package look good."

I obeyed her. We introduced ourselves. Sarah was around my age, and about 5'3, fair and voluptuous. She had black hair to her shoulders, a nice rack and a really good behind, which I checked out continually whilst she was looking for shirts for me.

"How come are you shopping alone?"

"I like shopping." She replied.

"I thought women got together in groups and shopped. How come you are doing this alone?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me. You didn't buy those clothes yourself."

"No, my ex helped me buy them. I don't really shop for myself."

"I can tell."

"So, what about you?"

"Well, my ex is getting engaged. That bastard cheated on me with this tramp, and now is calling me to his engagement party. I want to give him some second thoughts and all... I want him to know he's an idiot. None of my friends are helping me, so I just came by myself."

"I see. So, what have you picked up?"

"Nothing, really. Can't figure out what will make him rethink his decision."

"Mind if I help?"

"Do you have an hour or two to spare?"

"Its Saturday. And I owe you."

Sarah proceeded to give me another migraine by trying on a dozen different dresses and asking me what looked best. After the thirteenth dress, I had too much. I stopped her and began talking.

"Listen, you're never going to get him to burn if you wear this."

"Hey, you haven't seen me with all the other stuff."

"You're not getting my point. I'm sure you'll look pretty, but if you want him to reconsider, you have to look sexy."

"Sexy? You mean slutty, don't you?"

"Hey, he didn't cheat on me."

Sarah took the hint. She picked up a nice top of some sort (I have really no idea about what kind of top is what) and it showed a slight bit of cleavage, along with a nice skirt.

"Looks good?" she asked.

"This is more like it. Total hard on material."

"How do you know it will turn him on?"

"Hey, I don't care. It's working on me, though." I said. 

Sarah blushed slightly, and began to try out other stuff. 

After a while, I sat outside the trial room, and she came out wearing something that positively made my jaw drop. She wore boots of some sort, with a skirt that totally showed off her legs and that fine, grab-worthy ass, and a top that made you want to put her tits in your mouth and suck.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Yeah. You need to fix up that bra though."

"Where?"

"Something on the back is making it snag."

There was a bit of strap coming out, and she was trying to get it, but couldn't.

"Listen, you do it." She told me.

I wasn't really sure if she really wanted me to touch her. Still, I slowly touched her back and pushed the straps into place. She seemed to react warmly to the touch.

"Hey, can you help me just know what will look totally awesome on me?"

"OK" I said.

"I'll keep trying make up or dresses, and you tell me what looks good." 

"I'm getting bored, Sarah."

She smiled and pulled me closer. Her body smelled of some interesting perfume. We looked around the store, and as yet, there weren't any people on our floor. Sarah looked around.

"You want me to join you in there?" I asked, pointing at the changing room.

Sarah didn't say much, but after casting another look around the floor, pulled me into the changing room with her.

Now, you know that most changing rooms these days are little cubicles you can barely fit into. Thankfully, this store wasn't. It was larger than say, the average toilet cubicle, and had a tiny bench to sit on. All the walls were glass, with hooks around the corners. In all, it wasn't claustrophobic, which means a lot to me, because I'm much larger compared to the average Indian- about 6'2, muscular and hairy, and thanks to being an ex boxer, in decent shape, too.

Sarah pulled me in, and I casually sat down on the bench, putting her fine ass at my eye level. I could barely take my eyes off it, as she began to push her hands into the dress and readjust her bra. I could see her every move thanks to the mirrors. 

As she pulled her bra in place, I realized that she was creating a cleavage. I couldn't help but look, and somehow, she caught me staring at her, in the mirror. She winked. I was too turned on by this hot woman in front of me. I licked my lips.

I stood up, and she turned around to face me. She looked positively hot, giving me a slight hard on, which was growing into a dong with every second that passed.

"I think you look pretty hot, your ex will totally want you." I breathed. Guys can't talk when turned on.

"Really?"

"Yes, its totally turning me on." I replied.

"I can see that." She said, pointing at the tent in my trousers.

"I can't help it. Its your fault."

"Really? Show me how." She said.

I couldn't help it, I wanted this woman, bad.

Pulling her closer, I kissed her, and took in the taste of her lips, on mine, and quickly pushed my tongue into her mouth. While doing this, my hands roamed her body, and began to feel that hot body of hers.

She seemed to get more turned on, as I slipped my hand into the back of her dress and quickly undid her bra hooks, to which she made a slightly surprised sound, and moved back, touching her back to the mirror-wall. I was able to quickly get her out of that hot dress, and roll one long, hard, exited nipple between my forefinger and thumb. 

Soon, I put the nipple into my mouth, and sucked on it. It was slightly hard, like cheese, and a lot of fun to suck on. I alternated between each of her nipples, taking in the honey-dew taste of each. Gradually, I pushed her skirt and panties aside, reaching in for her wet pussy and playing with it, soaking my fingers in her dripping pussy juice; all the while her moans continued to rise. I stopped and opened the door and peered out into the floor, but being too early in the afternoon, no one else had showed up on the floor. Yet, I knew if we made too much noise, we could alert the staff.

Quickly closing the door, I pulled off my shirt, and went back to kissing Sarah. Sarah, however, had other plans. Pushing me off her body, she made me sit down on the bench. Slowly, she got down on her knees, and helped me out of my jeans, and pulling my underwear to my knees, freed my big, hard cock for her to see.

She smiled at me very sexily as she played with it, and I knew I wanted her to put it in that hot mouth of hers. 

"Suck it, baby." I said.

"Say please." She said coyly.

"Suck on my hard cock, baby, please."

Smiling, she tenderly licked it at first. Then, while kissing it up and down the shaft, she slowly inserted it into her mouth causing me to break my own No Moaning rule. I didn't know if Sarah was on orator or singer, but she sure had a talented mouth. While sucking me, she reached and cupped my balls, and looked into my eyes with that sexy look in them, which on any other day, would have sent me over the edge.

But today, I was trying something new. I wanted her, bad. 

Outside, for no apparent reason, the store started its music. That meant that customers would be coming in soon. But I couldn't wait, I wanted her.

I slowly nudged her off my cock and continued to kiss her, and slowly helped her out of her panties. Thanks to a good education, I never come unprepared and hence reached for my supply of protection inside my wallet. Sarah stopped kissing me and looked down. She seemed to be surprised at seeing the condom; after all, neither of us had thought that some kissing in the trial room would go this far. 

"I want you, now." I said.

Sarah understood, and quickly tore the condom pack open and put it on my cock, helping it along the shaft by sucking on the head of my cock, and pulling the condom down with her talented hands. I couldn't help but want this woman more and more.

I raised Sarah's leg into the air, and slowly entered her. She was very wet, but she took time to let all of me enter her, slowly stretching her cunt out, taking me inch by inch, raising me to a fever pitch, second by second.

Sarah soon had all of me inside her, and I began to slowly thrust. I realized her leg was becoming an impediment, so I momentarily put it down, and then, putting my hand underneath that fine ass, I raised both her legs us, spreading them around my torso, and holding her up in the air with my strong arms, her back against the mirror, and began to thrust into her.

This was a position I hadn't tried before, and it was pretty amazing. She seemed to be surprised at first to be picked up into the air, but then enjoyed it, as I held her close and kissed her while thrusting harder and harder into her.

Sarah was beginning to moan loudly, and I had to keep warning her to keep silent, lest we alert the staff. Slowly, holding her close, I let go of one hand and clamped it over her mouth to stifle her sexy moans. But she bit me back, and turned me on more. 

She tried to moan softly next, and her moaning was more like sighs now, and she began to look at the mirrors around us, studying our reflection as I banged her. She seemed to like it, and her sighs became more erratic, and hornier by the second.

Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. Holding her there, I stopped thrusting and peered out onto the floor. I saw some people there, and they seemed to be at the other end of the floor, but I was quite sure that they would start moving towards us, and ruin our little rendezvous. I had stopped, but Sarah leaned closer to me and said,

"Don't stop now. Just give it to me! Give it to me like a man!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. Holding her close, I gently lowered her to the floor, and took her missionary style, and began thrusting into her again.

Sarah seemed to like it, because she raised her legs and wrapped them around me, adding more force to my thrusts, and meeting me with her own movements at the same time. Sarah suddenly seemed to go into a spasm, as it were- her eyes rolled up into her head, her mouth only making a slightest of a sigh- that I realized that the floodgates had opened, and that she was hitting climax.

Seeing this, I thrust into her harder, and she folded her legs behind me, pulling me closer, and pushing me into an orgasm; as I came hard into the rubber, completely pulled into her body. 

I had a little sigh of my own, as I lay on top of her. I opened my eyes, and looked at her. She smiled back at me. Slowly, I extracted myself from our entwined bodies, and sat on the bench, naked. I watched as Sarah slowly stood up, and began to put on the clothes, all the while wearing that little skirt which I had not bothered to take off her body while fucking. She took it off, and replacing them with her street clothes, began to get dressed. I too, took the cue and began to pull my clothes on, all the while watching this hot woman I just had; my body spent, my mind still wanting more.

I got dressed slightly faster and stepped out, waiting for her. The customers hadn't noticed the noises inside, and asked me if they could use the trial room. I showed them another, and finally Sarah came out, wearing street clothes, her kinky outfit in tow. She smiled at me, and I followed her silently down to the cashier, where we both made our purchases. I wondered if any of the staff had noticed anything, because if they had, they weren't showing it. I peered over Sarah's shoulder and looked at the bill, and it was quite steep. Still, she paid it and walked out of the store.

I paid for my stuff, and being on sale, it was reasonable. I looked at the cashier who smiled at me. I still have no clue what that smile meant.

As I exited the store, Sarah handed me a small piece of paper with her name and number on it, and asked me to call. 

"Hey!" I asked before leaving, "That stuff is pretty expensive. Are you sure you want to keep it?"

Sarah smiled. "If it can work on a guy I don't know, my ex has to be gay not to like it."

We both smiled at each other and went our separate ways.



Shopping



I don't know why it happened to me. I'm just your average person. I'm reasonable pretty, definitely no super-model. Actually, no sort of model at all. I look nicer than the before photos but not as good as the after ones. Like I said, average. Pretty face, I think, anyway, nice hair and a reasonable figure. Age-wise, all I'll say is that I'm on the right side of twenty five.

I wanted to get a few things from the super-market so I'd just jumped in the car and gone. My hair was in a pony-tail, no make-up, just wearing tights and a Sloppy Joe top. I was going to the supermarket for a few groceries, not a man.

So I managed to find a parking spot amongst a zillion other cars and rushed inside. It looked like it might rain at any moment and I wanted to be back home before the rain actually started. I picked up the things I needed and then it was back to the car.

I've got one of those infuriating passenger sensors on my front passenger seat, and if I put too many packages on it I either have to fiddle with the belt and clip it or listen to the passenger seat-belt alarm sounding off all the way home. I've got into the habit of dumping my stuff on the back seat. 

It was just starting to rain when I reached the car. I was opening the door when there was a flash and a bang of thunder that made me jump and the rain started to come down quite heavily. I just stuck my head in the back of the car while I quickly dumped the groceries, and then things went slightly off track.

I went to back out of the car so I could dive into the driver's seat and there was someone behind me. Whoever it was, they were deliberately preventing me getting out of the car. What was worse, the son-of-a-bitch started groping me. I kid you not. Middle of the car park in the pouring rain and some asshole wanted to go the grope.

His hand just closed over my pussy and he started feeling me up, rubbing and squeezing. I let out a yell. Who wouldn't? For my trouble I got this whacking great slap on the bottom and some advice. 

"Shut-up. Nobody wants to hear you yell. Not that there's anyone around. They're all cowering inside or in their cars, waiting for the rain to ease up."

With that the man went back to his groping, getting a really good feel. To my extreme annoyance he reached up inside my jumper and unhooked my bra. I told him what I thought of that and got another slap on the bottom. No-one wanted my opinion, he said.

So there I was, bent over the back seat of the car while this guy alternated between playing with my pussy and feeling my breasts, making several crude comments as he did so. My breasts are perfectly adequate. If he wants larger one then he can go and finger a cow. As a matter of fact, I wish he would. Then he wouldn't be feeling me.

There was nothing I could do except wait until he finished amusing himself and wandered away again, and he damn-well knew it.

I let out another squawk (and got another slap on the bottom) when he suddenly grabbed my tights and pulled them down, together with my panties. Now he was really playing with me. Kicking my ankle until I parted my legs a bit more, he proceeded to check out my pussy thoroughly. I managed to swallow a scream of fury when he parted my lips and started probing inside me. I could feel his big fat fingers sliding in and out, and it was infuriating.

"You like that, don't you," he said triumphantly. "You're all wet and wanting."

OK. I'll concede he had a point in that I was wet, but I certainly wasn't wanting. The wetness was just a simple bodily function, the sort of thing that happens when fingers are busy stimulating your private areas.

My own stupidity amazes me at times. Right up until the last moment I just assumed that it was some swine grabbing a free grope. It wasn't until I suddenly found something that was a damn sight bigger than a finger being pushed between my lips that it dawned on me that I was being raped.

I took a deep breath, getting ready to scream blue murder, when a finger poked me sharply in the ribs.

"Don't even think of it," he warned me.

With that he pushed his cock in a little further. He wasn't in a hurry. He wasn't just pushing home for a few quick pumps and away. He took his time entering me, for which I was actually grateful. He felt enormous going in. All I could do was just wait, feeling this mighty shaft creeping deeper and deeper into me. 

Maybe it was the unexpectedness of it, the helplessness I felt, that exaggerated the size of him. There again, I suspect it was just that he had a very big cock. And it kept coming into me. I could feel it, easing its way along my passage, pausing every so often while my passage stretched and made room for him. I was starting to seriously worry that he was going to rupture something when I finally felt his hairy balls bumping against me.

Apparently satisfied that he had me nicely prepared he started fucking me. And I mean fucking. No gentle sweet loving for this bastard. He started to drive in and out of me as though he was operating a jackhammer. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if someone had told me that he was leaning a fat paunch onto his rod to help drive it home. 

In sheer self-defence I had to move with him. I had a feeling that I'd be battered to death with a blunt instrument if I didn't. The fact that the blunt instrument would have been his cock made the whole prospect embarrassing in the extreme. A wild vision of the headlines that might follow gave me all the incentive I needed to keep up with him.

You know, the most humiliating thing about the whole incident was the fact that I found the sex incredibly exciting. I'd never fancied that I might be naturally submissive, and in fact I'm quite sure I'm not. If my boyfriend tried to strongarm me he'd be thumped and dumped. But the sheer helplessness I felt when accosted by a complete stranger and forced to be with him just seemed to get to me. I was a woman being mastered by a man, and if I didn't like it, bad luck.

He just kept pumping into me, no finesse involved, just a man taking his pleasure with a woman. I suppose that I have to give him credit for being careful not to damage me when he started, but once under way he appeared to assume that I could handle anything he dished out. And oddly enough, I did, even though he was dishing out plenty.

His cock pummelled me and his hands were roughly handling my breasts, and I was moving smoothly with him, my body relishing the forced interaction. I could feel him starting to hit me faster and faster, and my excitement just got up and ran away with me. I was bucking under him, squealing in excitement, while he took me, and took me. 

When he finally started spraying all over inside me I just went up in flames, shrieking and collapsing. Why no-one hear my cries, I just don't know, but it was probably because of the heavy rain keeping everyone inside until it eased.

Then he gave me one last slap on the bottom.

"Not bad, woman," he said, and retreated into the rain. 

By the time I got out of the car and hauled my tights up he was just this figure, running through the rain. There was nothing I could do, so I went home, hoping the delay hadn't made the ice-cream melt.



Shopping



"Let's try this one."

My feet were already aching as we entered the hundredth shop today. I turned to Amelia and sighed. "I know I suggested shopping but you never said it would turn into a marathon. I want to sit down! Can't we have a coffee or something first?"

Her face crumpled with disappointment before she smiled again, as if a light bulb had appeared above her head. "One more and then I'll reward you. You can even choose where we go."

"Oh promises, promises," I replied as she took my hand and dragged me inside. I was impressed with her gesture though as normally she never liked to show off in public that she was a lesbian. A kiss from her outdoors only occurred when nobody was in eyesight and to hold hands with me like this, well that was unheard of.

As if she realised what she was doing, she let go of my hands and began to browse the rails of clothes. I looked too but I had no plan to spend any more money. The bags in my arms were proof enough that I'd already gone way over budget today.

At last she was done and we were out on the street. That was when I saw the adult shop. It wasn't a blinds over the window, dangling drapes over the doorway kind of place. The huge windows were filled with mannequins wearing stockings, basques, even top hats, holding whips and handcuffs. "I vote we look in here," I giggled, expecting Amelia to look shocked and then realise I was kidding.

"Okay," she shrugged, heading straight through the door before I could stop her. I followed her inside, feeling as if my joke had been ruined. 

Together we browsed past the massage oils and fifty shades inspired kit until we came across rows and rows of lingerie. There was more choice in here than most department stores and soon we were both laden down with items. 

Finally we headed for the fitting rooms together. 

"Can I help?" the bored teenage girl asked, leaning against an empty clothes hanger.

"We'd like to try a few things on," I replied.

"Fine, head down the end." She yawned and turned to her phone, leaving us to walk down a small corridor and turn through a door into a surprisingly spacious room, a long mirror on the back wall and a single chair in the middle of the floor. 

"A seat at last!" I laughed, slumping theatrically down into the chair and letting my bags fall from my hands. 

"You rest dear," Amelia said in a faux pensioner's voice. "Take the weight off your varicose veins."

"Haha," I replied as she began to strip. "Turn around," she said, acting as if we'd not been together for months. I spun the chair round to face the wall, looking straight into the mirror to see Amelia taking her clothes off behind me. She picked up her first choice, a silk negligee and slipped it over her head. "You can look now," she said and I turned to stare open mouthed at her. The thing barely skimmed her bottom, was translucent and her hardened nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. 

"What do you think?" she asked, giving me a twirl which flashed her bottom at me. 

"Wow!" I managed to get out. 

"You try something," she said, forcing me from the chair and sitting with her legs crossed, staring up at me.

I turned to my pile and tried to pick something out. Finally I made a decision and quickly undressed, only too away of her watching me intently. I slipped into my joke purchase, a school girl's uniform. The pleated skirt was about the size of a belt, just covering my pussy but leaving my long legs on show. I pulled on a pair of long white socks and panties and then picked up the blouse. I thought it might have been the wrong size but then realised it was designed to be ridiculously tight, having only one button to hold it closed. My boobs were pushed together, creating a huge cleavage that Amelia kept staring at as I added the final touch, the striped tie and straw hat. 

"Ready for lessons miss," I said, twirling a length of hair in my fingers and crossing my knees.

"You naughty girl," she said, jumping to her feet and sitting me back down.

"I want to eat you up," I replied, trying to get back up.

"Not yet," she replied, pushing me away. "What about this one?"

She threw off the negligee and picked up the next items. As I watched she quickly pulled up stockings, suspenders, the tiniest thong I've ever seen and some kind of corset. Finally she pulled on long gloves and then picked up the pair of handcuffs she'd taken a shine to.

"You look amazing," I managed to get out before she grabbed my hands and cuffed them behind my back. "What are you doing?" I hissed. "We'll get in trouble."

"Ooh," she replied, turning away and bending over slightly, exposing her incredible bottom to my gaze. She spanked herself playfully and turned back to me. "How naughty of me. Let's hope I don't do anything else bad."

She knelt down and wrenched my knees apart, exposing my panties. I gasped as she grabbed them and ripped them apart in her hands, throwing the flimsy item away.

"We'll have to pay for that," I said.

"Way to ruin the mood," she whispered back. "Stay in the moment Sarah please!"

"Sorry," I replied, sighing happily as she slid her hands up the insides of my thighs. 

"That's better," she said, leaning down and unwrapping a love egg. "As punishment, you can smuggle this out of the shop."

She spread the lips of my pussy and switched on the egg, nudging the vibrating sex toy against the entrance to me, gathering up my wetness before pushing it slowly into me. I felt my pussy widen to let it in, then snap back closed around it, the buzzing of the toy deep inside me sending shivers of pleasure through me. I felt so aroused, tied to this place, knowing how near other people were.

I looked down to see Amelia grabbing a second egg. "Oh no, please don't. It won't fit," I said but she just grinned back at me.

"Not in there it won't. Stand up."

I managed to get to my feet, not easy with my hands cuffed behind my back. Amelia walked behind me and lifted my skirt and then I realised what she was about to do. I tried to relax my buttocks as she coated the egg with a layer of lube from the bottle on the floor. I felt it spreading my cheeks as she pushed it towards my ass until it reached my anus. With a push, my opening widened painfully and then it was in me, vibrating powerfully inside me, competing with the other egg to send me over the edge into an orgasm before I'd even been kissed.

"You may sit," Amelia said. I perched on the edge of the chair, the weight of my body forcing the egg further into my bottom where it buzzed away, sending shivers through me as Amelia began a strip tease.

She pulled off the gloves first, dancing to music that wasn't there as she tossed them aside and began to peel off her stockings, her foot on the edge of the chair between my legs. I could only watch as she unhooked the corset, letting her boobs fall free. She leaned forwards and pushed a nipple into my eager mouth, making me suck and lick as she leaned down and tugged my clit between her fingers.

"Ouch!" I hissed. 

"You want me to stop?" she asked, standing up again.

"No, do it harder!" I snapped.

She grabbed my clit and squeezed it between her fingers. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me want to scream but I managed to resist. Amelia grabbed me and laid me down on my back on the floor of the room, the eggs inside me still vibrating as she lowered her thong and then descended onto my body. She grabbed a vibrator and placed it in my mouth, making me grip it with my teeth as she planted her feet either side of my head. 

I could only stare up as her pussy enveloped my face, sliding down onto the vibrator. I gripped it as best I could so it could slide up into her and then she began to ride my face, each time she moved up and down the sex toy, juices trickled down it and ran into my mouth, making the lust inside me rise up and overpower any self-control I had.

Silently she rode the vibrator as I could only watch, occasionally she reached down and tugged at my nipples or ran her hands over my body but she was less interested in my pleasure as she became more aroused. At last she stopped and stepped off me, pulling the toy from my mouth and holding it to her pussy, circling her clit and forcing me to watch her as she reached an orgasm. I lay thrusting into nothing as she came, her face a silent mask of pleasure, her climax tearing through her body as she stood with legs shaking above me.

Her nostrils flared as she fought to control her breathing until her orgasm faded away. She fell to her knees and crawled over to me, spreading my legs and moving her head straight to my pussy. She began to lap at my long ignored clit, making me desperate to come. The eggs inside me were keeping me so close to the edge it took less than a minute of licking and sucking and nibbling my clit for a climax to hit me, tearing through me in seconds and making my eyes water at the strength of it. The tension of the muscles inside me pushed the egg from my bottom as I came, the stretching sensation of my anus making the orgasm all the more powerful. 

As the egg in my pussy emerged moments later, a second climax hit me, making me cry out with pleasure despite the risk of people hearing. Amelia clamped her hand over my mouth to muffle the noise I was making until I finally lay still and she was able to slide up my body to kiss me, her tongue sliding over mine as our eyes closed.

Afterwards we dressed slowly and I was about to open the cubicle door when Amelia stopped me.

"Hold on, I said you were to smuggle the eggs out of here."

"You can't be serious?" I replied, but I could see she was. Sighing I pulled down my trousers and panties, letting her gently slide the egg back into my still soaking wet pussy. The buzzing was inaudible but made my whole body quiver with pleasure as she pushed the second egg up into my bottom. I pulled up my panties and trousers and we walked out of the fitting room, my whole being tensed up from the sensation of vibrations deep inside me.

"Did it all fit?" the girl asked as we walked past her back into the shop.

"Oh yes," Amelia replied. "Everything fit in her perfectly."

Leaving the girl frowning at us in confusion we walked over to the counter to pay, every step making my clit throb for more attention. We carried the bags out of the shop just as the eggs inside me sent me over the edge. I stood in the shop doorway, unable to move as an orgasm spread through my body, my pussy spasming over and over as people glanced in our direction.

"Oh shit," I managed to whisper, holding onto Amelia's arm for support until the waves of pleasure faded away at last and then with the buzzing of the eggs still making me shiver with delight, we slowly made our way home to see how much fun we could have getting the eggs back out.



Shopping



The people in the story are adults over the age of 18

*****

I was out shopping for a new tv for my entertainment room, the old one died on me the other day. I drove down to the electronics store to see what they had in stock. I started to look around and saw a nice 60 inch hd tv that would work well in my entertainment room. After checking out the specs on I stood and there was an absolutely sexy bbw asking if I needed any help. 

She was quite large chested and I noticed that her shirt couldn't be buttoned up all the way. The stores shirts that they provide are polo shirts that only have three buttons at the top. She could tell that I thought she was jaw dropping sexy, she slightly bent over to help show me how to adjust the tv and I was able to see a bit more of her cleavage and a bright colored bra strap.

I saw her eyes glance over me too, she noticed that the bulge in my shorts shifting a little. She then shifted around to where her ass was a mere inch in front of my ever hardening cock. The woman grins as she knows how bad I want to grind her right there in the store. She stands up and she trips as she stands over the tv stand, I reach out and grab her with my arm around her side and my hand on her hip. 

She thanks me and says that she has the same tv at her house and said it is amazing. I started to flirt with her a little bit more noticing that she has full beautiful lips and sexy eyes, long curly blond hair. I start to think about how good of fuck she would be and how much I want to get with her. As I continue flirting with her she starts to write something on a notepad, I think it a ticket to pick it up at the counter so I could have it ready to take to my vehicle. She hands me the note and it wasn't the ticket at all it was a note telling me to meet her back here at the end of her shift. Just then I feel my cock get harder knowing I get to see her again. I smile and tell her yes!

Several hours later...

I go home and shower and change into something better. I show up to her work excited to see her again. She comes walking out of the electronics store with a big smile on her face as she sees me. I open the door to my vehicle and let her in. I walk around to the driver's side and get in. as soon as I start to buckle my seatbelt I feel her hand rubbing my leg and making her way up to my cock. I start to say something, she tells me to be quiet and enjoy it. 

She tells me to start driving. I start to drive and she slides her hand directly over my cock, she gets a smile on her face as she feels how hard it is. She keeps rubbing it over my clothes knowing how much I like it. I have to come to stop because It feels really good, luckily I stopped in an area where no one is around. I unbuckle my seatbelt and she starts to unzip my pants as I reach over and grab her big tits. 

I am a big fan of bbws that have big tits and she can tell by the look on my face. She stops rubbing my cock and pulls her shirt off exposing her brightly colored bra and her sexy big body. She says want to see more, I shake my head and she lifts her bra up, and I fuck you not she had the biggest nipples and best looking areolas I have ever seen. I couldn't help myself I grabbed her and put my seat back and had her come climb on top of me so I would suck on her big tits. 

She climbed on top of me and could feel my cock press up against her body. She slowly glides her nipples that are becoming rock hard with every inch she is going up my body. My hands are rubbing up and down her beautiful body waiting for her luscious tits to get to my mouth. She tells me to suck on them it makes her excited and start getting wet. I start sucking on one nipple and tease the other one with my fingers. I bury my face in her breasts and continue to suck on the other nipple. I love the feeling of her soft body up against mine. She lets out "yes, Yess" with each tongue tease I give her. She cant take it anymore and wants me in her. 

She opens the door and climbs out and pulls down her pants showing me her sexy panties. I quickly pull my pants and boxers down as my cock is still rock hard and throbbing to be inside her. She pulls her panties down and throws them across me onto the passenger seat and climbs back on me. She teases my cock by barely placing the tip of it in and out.

I grab her hips and thrust my cock into her. I love that she left her pussy hairy I feels better to me. I slide right into her because of how wet she is, the feeling of me inside her sends a great amount of pleasure through her body and starts to ride me as fast as she can. 

I keep thrusting and thrusting and I am about to cum, I let her know and she tells me to cum in her she loves the feeling. I start to cum as I keep thrusting in her and love the feeling my cum all over in her. As soon as I came in she yells out "fuck yes baby", and she cums all over my already cum covered cock. Her body is shaking at how good she came, but she wasn't done. 

She climbed off of me with cum dripping out of her pussy onto her leg and climbed back over into the passage seat and started to suck my cum covered cock moaning each time she goes down. Swallowing up all the cum off my cock while I fondle her amazing tits.

After she is done sucking my cum covered cock she grabs her panties and slides them on enjoying her cum filled cunt. I start to drive again as she directs me to her house to continue on.



Shopping



Disclaimer:

As always, this story is a fantasy and is not intended to bear any likeness or similarities to anyone. All participants are over 18. All rights to the content are held by the author and cannot be shared or copied without explicit consent

Author Note: This is the first two chapters of a story that I was asked to create by a reader here on literotica (and as such it's a bit of a tease - the other chapters are coming). She was wonderfully open and shared some thoughts and fantasies she would love to see brought to life here. This story represents my musings on those concepts and it is my hope she enjoys the telling. 

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Shopping: First Encounter 

It had been a pretty boring day all in all; at least it had been till he walked into the store. She'd noticed him right away and she couldn't tell you exactly why. He wasn't the best looking guy she'd ever seen. He wasn't brash or loud like so many of the jocks that came in. He was distinctly older than her and if she had to guess she'd have said he was pushing forty. But, something in the way he carried himself; a strength and confidence that was absent from so many, drew her towards him. As he browsed through the store, she worked up the confidence to speak with him, chastising herself for her own insecurities. Giving herself a quick check over in the closest mirror she brushed the hair from her face and went to work. After all, she thought, her job was to greet customers. 

"Hi," she greeted. "Is there anything..." That was as far as she got before those gorgeous green eyes met hers and she found herself completely flustered. 

"Is there anything?" he prompted with a smile. 

"Huh? What?" she stammered before managing. "Sorry, is there anything I can do for you. I mean," she blushed. "Is there anything I can help you find?"

His smile reached all the way to his eyes and she found she couldn't tear hers away from him. It felt like he was looking right into her. Like she was laid bare before him - physically and emotionally. The thought sent a shiver through her body that seemed to end in her groin. She blushed more fiercely, certain he could read all her thoughts clearly in her face. 

"Actually," his eyes drifted down towards her chest and she had a moment of wondering if he was checking her out. Her breasts were petite and she scoured her memory trying to recall if she'd worn a bra with enough padding to hide her nipples should she start getting too excited. She was disappointed as she realized he was simply reading her name tag. "Amanda, I'm looking for new bag gloves."

"Oh, of course, let me show you." 

As she led him through the store she chattered about this and that, doing her best to keep things light. Glancing back at one point, she was certain she caught him checking out her ass though he looked up quickly and pretended he wasn't - that brought a smile to her face, she had a great ass. A mischievous thought ran through her brain. 

"They're right here," she commented as they reached the right area and she did her best 'pin-up' bend in front of him to reach the lower shelf. Legs straight and bending at the waist, her ass was clearly on display. She hoped he enjoyed the view as she looked for his size in the gloves. Straightening back up she turned to face him, a look of disappointment on her face. "I think we might be out of your size."

"Are you sure? Could you look again?" 

"Of course, sir," she agreed and flashed him a quick smile before turning and bending for him again. This time she was certain he was checking out her ass and she felt herself growing moist at the thought. She knew her yoga pants wouldn't be hiding too much from him. "Just small and medium," she called back. "No large."

She felt him move closer to her, his leg brushing against her as he came to 'help her look'. His hand hovered lightly against her hip. Her pulse began to race at his proximity and she realized that she'd probably teased as far as she should. Straightening again she was surprised to find that he didn't move back as she'd expected and as she turned towards him she found herself pressed against him. Her eyes met his.

"I think we're out of luck," she said breathily. "I could check in the back."

"Would you?"

"Of course." 

He still hadn't moved back and she was forced to slide past him, her chest rubbing across his arm as she did sending little tingles through her chest. As she hurried off to the back room she was certain she could still feel his eyes on her and it left her breathless. 

Pull yourself together girl, she chastised herself when she finally reached the privacy of the backroom. Her pulse was racing, her nipples were pressing against the insufficient padding of her bra and she felt a tell tale moisture between her legs. Damn, what was wrong with her? Back to work, she ordered and began looking through the overstock. 

"Any luck?"

She nearly fell into the box she was searching in surprise. 

"Unfortunately, no," she answered. "But, Sir you can't be back here. Its for employees only."

"Will you be getting more in?" he asked as he closed the distance between them. 

"Probably next week," she replied her eyes locked on his. "But you really shouldn't be back here, Sir."

"Sir," he said softly. "I like that from you." 

She blushed again, squirming as she felt her pussy responding to him.

"Tell me, are you wearing any panties Amanda?" 

"What!" she exclaimed, trying her best to sound outraged. "I think you need to leave now!" she demanded as she tried to push past him. 

"Stop!" he commanded and she was stunned to find herself obeying. "Look at me Amanda."

Turning back towards him she found herself quivering in response to his tone as he moved towards her again. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, soft and gentle his touch raised goose bumps against her skin. "Now," he continued softly. "I have no problem leaving and if you want, I'll never come back here. But," he added as he began running his fingers through the silky softness of her hair. "I don't think that's what you really want." Her breathing came more quickly as anticipation built inside her. "I think what you really want is to be taken," his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back roughly and bringing forth a gasp of surprise. "I think you want to be told what to do. I think you want to obey." He leaned in very close, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered in her ear. "And I think you want to be punished when you don't."

She stood stunned, outraged, aroused, wanting to scream for help and yet fearing he would really leave. In so many ways this was a fantasy come true... but did she really want this fantasy to become reality. He released her and took a step back. 

"So, my pet," he asked. "What's it going to be?"

Conflict raged inside her, he could leave and she would always wonder what might have been or she could submit, but that brought its own fears. She had no idea how long she stood there trying to decide, but finally he made the decision for her. 

"Too bad," he commented turning to leave, "We could have had fun."

"I am," she called out as he reached the door. He paused and looked back at her. "I am wearing panties, Sir."

He smiled. "Show me, pet."

"Here?" she asked shyly. 

"Here," he confirmed. 

Timidly she reached for the waistband of her yoga pants and began pushing them down her hips. She felt his eyes on her as she exposed herself. A heady combination of fear, excitement, nerves and arousal pumped through her veins as she pushed the pants down her thighs; her simple black thong contrasting against the lighter tones of her skin. 

"Are you wet?"

She nodded.

"I'm going to check," he announced as he crossed to her. 

"Yes, Sir," she agreed closing her eyes as his fingers slid beneath her panties. His hand slid down against the bareness of her shaved pubic region, his fingers questing towards the collected moisture of her labia. She leaned into his body as he parted the lips of her labia with surprising gentleness. She was embarrassed by the extent of her own arousal, his fingers sliding so easily through her wetness, that she buried her head in his shoulder. 

"Beautiful little pet," he whispered to her. "So aroused and excited." 

Slipping back from the slit of her pussy, he sought out the little nub of her clit and she gasped as he found it. Teasing and caressing he stroked that excited button, feeling it grown under his touch. Light, playful torment had her gasping in moments and it wasn't long until she was clinging to him for support as her knees threatened to buckle. Still he stroked that sensitive flesh bringing her closer and closer to climax, the material of her panties soaking wet with her juices. 

"Come for me, pet," he instructed as a sudden change in the direction of his teasing caught her by surprise and pushed her over the edge. She screamed her climax into his shoulder, fluid gushing from her pussy. Her legs finally gave way and he caught her, holding her lest she fall as she rode the waves of her climax. 

He held her as she slowly recovered from the intensity of the experience, helping her find her balance as she stood on her own two feet again. She looked up at him in surprise. She couldn't believe she'd just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life in the backroom of a retail store. He smiled and fussed a stray hair that clung to her cheek. 

"Okay?" he asked. 

"Yes, Sir," she replied with her own smile. 

"Good. Now, what are you working next week?"

"You're coming back?" she asked hopefully after giving him her schedule. 

"Of course," he replied. "I still need those bag gloves," he added with a wink. "Before I go though, you need to give me your panties."

"What?" The instruction had caught her by surprise. 

"You heard me, pet. I'm taking those soaking wet panties home with me and you're going to spend the rest of the evening wondering how much moisture is leaking through those leggings of yours."

Stripping out of the panties she reluctantly handed them to him, the moisture slick on her thighs as she pulled her leggings back on. It felt strange to be so wet and yet feel so exposed. As she followed him from the backroom and walked him out of the store, she wondered if anyone could tell. Wondered if anyone could smell her arousal, if anyone would notice the dark wet spots on her pants. Just the thought of it got her aroused. 

"I'll be back next week pet, and if you're a good girl I'll bring you a surprise." He brought her used panties to his nose and inhaled her scent. "Mmmm. Oh, and one other thing. No panties next week."

"Wha...," she began but he'd already walked away. 

She watched him go wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Well, if today was anything to go by, she answered herself. Then I'd have to say, spectacular orgasms, she decided with a smile. 

Shopping: A Second Visit

It had been almost a week since that first encounter and she'd seen no sign of 'Sir' - she didn't know what else to call him. It stunned her that she didn't know his name. Even worse that she'd let him touch her that way and that she'd climaxed for him. What kind of girl does that? She asked herself. The answer seemed pretty clear, a slut. 

And yet, as horrified as she was with herself, she couldn't deny the tingle in her groin every time she thought of him. Couldn't deny how hot and horny she felt when she remembered getting off in the backroom of the store. She'd imagined his hand between her legs every night since. She made herself come dreaming of that one evening, all the while terrified of his return and yet desperate for it. She spent every shift since on edge, hoping to see him again and yet afraid that she would - and every shift so far she'd gone home conflicted by his absence. 

She'd begun to worry he wasn't returning and found she was surprised at how disappointed she felt. Fuck, she thought as she went about her duties late one evening, I really am a slut. 

"Good evening pet," 

She jumped, she been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard him come in and he'd caught her completely by surprise. Whirling she found him close enough to touch, a mischievous look in his eyes, and an open smile on his face. 

"H... Hi," she stammered. "I... I didn't think you were coming back Sir."

"I said I would," he replied simply, a frown replacing the smile. 

"I know," she agreed. "But it's been ages."

He chuckled. "I see patience isn't a strong suit, is it pet?"

She blushed at the observation as she replied. "No, not really Sir."

"That's okay," he soothed. "It'll come." His eyes traveled appreciatively over her body, the smile returning. "You are a beautiful little thing, aren't you pet?"

She squirmed at the compliment. "Thank you, Sir."

"I brought a surprise for you tonight, pet. I think you're really going to like it." Her pulse quickened as her brain tried to imagine what he'd brought with him. "But first, are you wearing panties?"

Uh oh, she thought as she dropped her eyes from his. 

"Pet," he said more sharply. "Are you wearing panties?"

Reluctantly she nodded her head. "I didn't think you were serious," she rushed to explain. "I worried everyone could tell, and it just felt strange."

"I see." The frown had returned to his face. "Here or the backroom?" 

"Huh?" she asked in confusion. 

"Your punishment," he explained. "Do you want it here or the backroom?"

Shocked at the idea, she found herself glancing worriedly around the store. Closing time was fast approaching and the place was dead - though that could change at any moment. 

"Um..." she stammered still trying to process the idea that he was going to punish her. "What kind of punishment?"

"Here then," he decided and roughly spun her around to face away from him before yanking down her leggings and exposing her little lace thong. 

"You can't...," she objected but his hand clamped over her mouth silencing her moments before his other yanked savagely at the thin fabric. The lace pulled painfully against her pussy before finally tearing away - a low mewl of pain all she was able to vocalize against the firm pressure of his hand. Tears slipped down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes. 

"What the fuck," she began the moment his hand released her only to be silenced again as he shoved the wadded up fabric of her ruined panties into her open mouth before bending her roughly over a nearby display of gym equipment. She struggled against him trying to stand, unable to cry out, the taste of her own pussy in her mouth. 

SMACK!

She froze in shocked disbelief as his open hand connected with her bare ass. 

SMACK!

The second blow made her cry out in pain though the fabric muffled the sound. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Her ass burned from the abuse and though she still cried out with each spank, she'd stopped struggling against him and just hoped it would end soon. Humiliated, she prayed no one would come in and see her like this. 

SMACK! SMACK!

Her groin tingled and she found herself squirming uncomfortably as she realized she was getting turned on. She worried he could smell her arousal. 

SMACK! SMACK!

Her cries of pain had turned to groans of pleasure and she could feel the moisture beginning to seep down her thighs. Fuck, she thought, what the hell is wrong with me?

SMACK!

"Mmmmm," she groaned against the panties in her mouth. 

"Ten," he commented as he lifted her to her feet and pulled her leggings up. "The next time I give you an instruction, I expect it followed."

She nodded her agreement even as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and pulled the gag free. She felt chastised and humiliated and yet hornier than ever... she'd never wanted to fuck as much as she did in that moment. His eyes never left her and she was certain he could read her every emotion and arousal. He had to know how much she wanted him. He caressed her cheek tenderly. 

"It's too bad you misbehaved pet. You would have loved the surprise."

She stood momentarily stunned as she watched him turn to leave.

"Wait," she called and ran towards him. "You can't leave me like this," she pleaded, her eyes wild. 

"Like what, pet?"

"Like this," she said again gesturing at herself.

"Oh, horny and aroused?" She nodded. "But you see, that's the problem," he explained. "A punishment is supposed to be a deterrent. But you got all hot and bothered by your spanking so it really wasn't any deterrent at all. And I can't reward you for misbehaving, now can I?" She reluctantly shook her head. "If I did that, you'd keep misbehaving."

He slipped his hand up under her shirt, his touch electric against her bare skin as he moved up towards her chest. He cupped the lace-clad mound of her petite breast for a moment before sliding the material aside and teasing his fingers over the sensitive nipple growing to reach him. 

"So, my sweet, sultry, little slut," he whispered huskily. "You are just going to have to wait for more." 

She cried out at the sudden pain and pleasure as he roughly pinched the hardening flesh. 

"Till next time pet."

More to come...



Shopping



Author's note: This is the fourth in a series about my adventures with Katy which began in The Lake and continued in Parking. I welcome constructive comments as well as general compliments. I will respond to anyone who includes a valid email address. For those anonymous complainers, I say "tuff nougies" since you don't have the courage to face an honest exchange.

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Columbia SC has several great shopping malls – each filled with many wonderful chain stores big and small, plus housing a few small independent boutiques catering to the upper income brackets. It was a sweltering summer day when Katy and I entered the almost arctic chill of the mall, the sudden cold making our nipples swell against the light linen material of our halter tops. Cut-off shorts bordering on the edge of being "Daisy Dukes" and sandals completed our look. We looked like what we were…college coeds home for the summer, cruising the mall, looking for the latest in fashion to wear back to school next month.

One of my favorite stores to browse in is Victoria's Secret. While I would not wear their lingerie for everyday wear, I have some special pieces for those special intimate moments. I was looking for something new for that purpose but since Katy was with me, I was really only window shopping. Katy was searching through some lovely silk teddies and camisole/tap sets, pulling a few outfits from the rack, went off to the dressing rooms. Moments later, one of the sales associates told me that Katy was asking for me and she escorted me back to the changing rooms. She knocked on the closed door and then opened it enough for me to step inside.

Katy was dressed in a very sheer green silk camisole and tap pants set which displayed her charms provocatively. Her creamy breasts were clearly visible yet lightly veiled by the silk camisole. Her long smooth legs were displayed by the high slit cut of the tap pants, and her pubis flashed momentarily into view as she moved. I thought the outfit was a fabulous visual treat and I told her so. Katy leaned forward, giving me a splendid view down her top, and kissed me gently on the lips.

Our relationship was new enough that small kisses like that threatened to flare up into full passion with even the slightest provocation. As she kissed me, her hands cupped my buttocks under the edge of my shorts and my hands caressed her breasts as if by their own volition. Her prominent nipples distended as my fingers stroked them, turning her breathing into tiny gasps. She moaned into my mouth as I pinched her nipps between my fingers, "I want you now!"

"This changing room is under video surveillance, Katy." I said, pointing up at the sign and video camera.

"So, let's give them something to watch." Katy said, as she pulled my halter top aside and began to suckle on my nipples. I leaned back against the partition and held her head tightly against my breast, letting the thrills race through me as her teeth and tongue worked their magic on my sensitive breasts. As her mouth moved to the other nipple, I felt her hand tug at the zipper of my shorts, pulling it down and then unsnapping the waistband. She knelt, her lips tracing across the skin of my belly, as she pulled my shorts and thong from my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and she tossed them on the bench in the dressing room.

As her hands moved between my partially opened thighs, I braced my hands against the partitions of the dressing room. She levered my leg onto her shoulder and then dove in, her hands spreading my shaved labia and her tongue stabbing at my core. She licked upward along the inner labia, finally stroking my throbbing clit. Her hands cupped under my ass as she sucked and nibbled my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure arcing through me. I could feel one finger sling ever closer to my anus, lightly brushing that puckered ring, and then pressing firmly in the center, demanding entrance. My anal ring relaxed and her finger eased inside to the second knuckle. Fingers from her other hand now filled my vaginal opening, curling upwards against that magical g-spot, as her tongue continued to caress my clit. She closed her lips around my clit and began to suck in and out on the sensitive bud, her fingers moving at the same rhythm. I had to put my hand between my teeth and bite to keep from screaming aloud the pleasure I was feeling. I felt filled to capacity on the inward thrusts and then empty and waiting as she pulled back. The tempo increased as did the pounding of my blood and the passion I was feeling. My hips thrust upward against her mouth, begging her to do more. She went faster, her teeth scraping my intimate flesh in her haste, the slight sting only adding to the pleasure. As she felt me climax, she fastened her mouth over my vaginal opening to catch my fluids as her finger plunged even deeper in my ass, pushing me headlong over the precipice into orgasm. My hips shook, my legs trembled, I lacked the basic coordination to even stand. After disengaging her hands, Katy helped my sit upon the bench to catch my breath.

I reached up and tore the camisole from her torso, the thin spaghetti straps parting easily. The tap pants were jerked off her hips, laying her bare to my eyes. My hands roamed her body freely, squeezing her breasts, pulling her nipples, scratching her hips. I spun her about and began to stroke her firm ass. I stood and made her bend over the bench, my caresses now spreading her buns apart and revealing her pink puckered ring . I knelt and ran my tongue along that ring, feeling her body quiver in response. My hand moved between her legs, stroking her clit and fingering her passage as my tongue continued its path around and around the anal ring. I pushed three fingers into her tight pussy, knowing that it would almost be on that border between pleasure and pain. At the same time, I narrowed the tip of my tongue and forced it past that anal sphincter. Her body shook at her first orgasm hit in response to this invasion. I alternated strokes, filling her ass with my tongue as my fingers moved from within her pussy, then plunging into her pussy with the fingers as my tongue slowly withdrew and circled her ass. I repeated this over and over, my tongue and fingers going ever deeper. I slid my little finger inside with the others, four fingers now curled within her vagina, my thumb rocking her clit from side to side. Her knees buckled and only my hand inside kept her from falling. I lifted my head and slide my other thumb inside her ass, filling both passages, still alternating strokes. Incoherent sobs were coming from Katy as her climax neared. I withdrew my thumb from her ass and used two fingers instead, stretching her. She was gasping and crying out now, on the verge of her climax. I used a third finger in her ass, the squeeze of her cheeks crushing my fingers as I plunged them deep inside. As I felt her reach the brink, I pressed the edge of my thumbnail against her clit and slowly scraped its length, the sharp sting launching her into climax. Her hips bucked irregularly as motor control disintegrated, her juices flowing into the palm of my hand and along my arm, the press of her vaginal walls and anal sphincter almost breaking my fingers.

I gathered her into my arms as the door burst open admitting the sales associate. Her eyes wild, she leaned against the partition with her skirt up to her waist, hand in her panties, masturbating furiously. She gasped out, "I … watched … on the … monitor…"

I leaned forward and pulled her hand aside. I moved her into the center of the cubicle and pulled her panty-hose off. I buried my tongue into her sopping pussy as Katy tongued her firm ass. Our chins would collide as we worked on her, bringing her to a swift and loud orgasm between us. At the last moment, both Katy and I pushed our finger up her pussy, filling her and stretching her with alternating thrusts. Her legs collapsed as she came, almost breaking our fingers in her unexpected drop. We eased her down between us, kissing her face and neck while we continued to fondle her breasts and ass. She soon was kissing us both deeply.

Finally, reluctantly, we all dressed. Our sales associate rang up Katy's purchase (the green silk outfit) and then threw a sexy sheer thong into the bag as well. "My way of saying thanks" was all she said, followed by "Do cum again." When we got home, we found something else in the bag…the videotape from the surveillance camera and her telephone number.



Shopping



We enter the mall hand and hand, you tell me how you want to spoil me and buy me anything I want. Wandering through the woman's clothing department I notice the perfect thing. I look at you with a sly smile as I pick up a small sundress with spaghetti straps. Your eyes perk up and I know your answer causing my body to feel very warm. You watch my ass in my short cut off shorts as I wander to the back of the department to the dressing room. You follow close but never taking your eyes off my every movement and you love how the shorts ride so low on my hips that the thin straps of my thong can be seen over the top. I tell the girl I just have one item and pick the first dressing room so you can see me when I'm ready. You wait by the desk patiently for me to change. 

As you wait another sales girl comes by and tells the woman behind the desk that there is a problem in another department and she needs her help. Once the two sales girls disappear, I open the curtain and watch as your jaw drops straight to the floor. Your eyes survey my entire body. How the dress comes low and tight enough on the top to let a large amount of cleavage come flowing out of the top. I look around and realize that we are totally alone. With you still watching I reach under the skirt of the dress and slide my thong down to my ankles, step out of it, twirl it on my finger for a second and then toss it behind me. With one finger I motion for you to "come and get it." 

You lick your lips with anticipation and give a quick look around. All it takes is two steps, one swoop of your hand to close the curtain and you’re in with me. Pressing me tight against the back of the dressing room as our mouths and tongues meet in a fit of passion, with my arms and one of my legs wraps tightly around your body holding you close. I feel your hands move up my soft, silken thighs up under my dress and squeeze my round ass cheeks. I feel your lips trail down my neck as I wiggle my arms out of the straps of the dress pulling it down to free my large chest. Your soft kisses move down over my shoulder to my plush breasts. Your lips and tongue trails over my fully erect nipple, biting, teasing, sucking hard on each. I'm so wet feeling your hard bulge pushing against my bare, wet, and aching pussy. 

My hands trail down your chest to the top of your jeans, which I hurriedly undo and let fall to the floor with your boxers too. My dress is bunched up around my waste as you thrust your throbbing erection between my hot, tight lips. Your strong arms hold me up as I wrap both my legs around you. You start pounding away inside me and cover your mouth with mine to keep me from screaming as I claw at your back with ecstasy. Your thrusts are so hard and fast that you feel me cum almost instantly. My tight canal pulsates around your manhood as my juices flow down your legs. Not wanting to cum inside me you pull out and drop to your knees letting the dress fall to the floor in a pool of fabric at my feet, and throw one of my legs over your shoulder. Instantly you burry your faces into my wet lips and begin darting your tongue out flicking my clit wildly to ride me through one orgasm after another. Your tongue explores all my inner folds to my sweet opening. 

I am hardly able to hold myself up standing there completely naked, weak from all you have done to me. I know I must return the favor. As you stand you wipe my cum from your face and lean back against the wall. My hot mouth quickly engulf your cock and I suck you in hard. I deep throat you instantly, bobbing my head back and forth. Your hands pressed firm against the back of my head, feeling my silken hair between your fingers. Our thrusts meet and you are fucking my mouth with your hard tool all the way to the back of my tight throat. I feel you tighten as your cock swells in my mouth and you explode your hot seed straight down my throat. I start sucking harder, swallowing with eagerness. There is too much and it starts pouring out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I lick you completely clean. We are brought back to reality at the sound of footsteps and voices. Quickly you pull up your pants and dart out of the dressing room JUST as the sales girl comes around the corner. You act casual as I fix myself and get dressed. I come out with the dress in my hand. "So how as everything?" the sale lady asks. "Umm I don’t think I'll be taking the dress. It slips off to easily" it is all you can do to keep from laughing as I put my arms around you and we walk right out of the store.



Shopping



"Don't wear panties when we go out to buy the camera this afternoon." 

Annie's hand gripped the phone as her breath caught in her throat. "Today, Michael?" She tried to sound casual but she knew he could hear the excitement in her voice. "Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. We've talked about it long enough. I'll pick you up in an hour." His voice softened. "I love you, Annie." 

She hung up the phone. They had talked about doing some different and exciting things several times over the last few months but it had been all fantasy foreplay talk. She closed her eyes and thought about last night… 

She had fallen asleep waiting for Michael to come to bed. She woke up to his fingers gently tracing her nipples awake. She turned on her side to face him. His cock was hard against the inside of her thighs as she moved her mouth to his. His lips opened as she gently kissed him. Slowly they tongue danced, warm breaths mingling into one as her hand reached down to squeeze his hard and solid flesh. 

His hands touched her hips as he moved over her, turning her onto her back. He looked into her eyes and she saw what he was going to say. "I love you, Annie," he whispered. His head bent down toward her right breast. Her nipple grew tight against his tongue as he pushed it to the roof of his mouth, sliding it down to nibble gently with his teeth. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his cock toward her pussy. As she lifted her hips to guide him inside her, he slowly and deliberately pulled his mouth away from her breast, letting his lips capture the hard little bud. His tongue moved back and forth against the underside, teeth softly nipping the hard nub. When his cock touched her wet inner lips that were slowly opening, he released her nipple and pulled himself upright on his arms so that he could bury himself deep inside her. 

Once buried in her pussy, he stared at her, flexing his stiff rod. She felt his desire from her filled pussy to her erect nipples. "Annie, I want to take pictures of us making love." His cock twitched, finding her G-spot. "I want to take you shopping while you have no panties on." He began to slowly pull out of her. "I want to take pictures of you sucking my cock." He was just inside her open well. "I want to take pictures of you touching your clit for me." The head slid up her inner lips, nudging her hardening button of desire. "I want to touch your clit while we're shopping for a camera." Languidly, his cock slid away from her clit, gliding down to her moist entrance. "I want to make you so wet that I can put two fingers inside your smooth shaved pussy while you're talking to the camera clerk." 

Annie let her animal loose on Michael's cock as he drove it deeply into her tight channel. His finger found her clit and rolled it back and forth with each stroke of his cock. She grabbed his face and kissed him, tongue playing over his as he fucked her in long smooth strokes. "Yes! Michael … Let's do … that," she cried as she pulled away from his mouth, her orgasm melting in perfect time with his own explosion. 

Michael buried his spent cock deep into her pussy. Annie let him experience her inside muscles trembling as he slowly went from hard to soft. 

Gently, he moved off of her and turned on his side, cradling her in his arms. "Yes, Annie. Let's go camera shopping tomorrow," he murmured sleepily as his fingers stroked her face. 

In the morning, they woke, showered and kissed each other goodbye as they headed off to work. It was a normal day and she had not thought about the conversation - until Michael had phoned her from his office. 

Annie shook her head, looked at her watch then ran upstairs. She stood in front of her closet as she removed her clothes, tossing them on the rocking chair in the corner. Pulling a short navy dress off its hanger, she held it against her while she looked in the mirror. This will do, she thought. Laying it on the bed, she grabbed her red robe and went into the bathroom. 

Under the steamy hot water, she closed her eyes, letting her soapy hands roam over her breasts. Her fingers traced and pulled each hard nipple as she re-played Michael's voice … "I want to touch your clit while we're shopping for a camera." Her hand moved down to her pussy, thumb caressing her outer lips as she thought about him doing this to her while they shopped. She closed her eyes and imagined Michael's silky voice in her ear. "Don't come now, Annie. Let the excitement build for us." She opened her eyes and smiled. Excitement doesn't come close to describing how I feel right now, Michael, she thought as she let the water cascade over her aroused body. 

She hurriedly began to dress. Since she wasn't going to wear panties, she decided not to wear a bra either. She sat down on the bed, pulled on thigh high stockings; standing up, she slid the dress down her nude body. Wearing only the dress and stockings, Annie felt more naked than if she was fully dressed. She was also more excited than she could ever remember feeling. Smiling, she decided that she liked the excitement of a dangerous thrill… 

She was walking down the stairs just as Michael walked in the front door. He stopped to watch her come down the stairs, never taking his eyes off of her. When she got closer, he pulled her against him, his hands gripping her ass through the dress. "Annie, you look beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her with a passion she gave back. 

He broke away and held her at arm's length. "Can I see what you're wearing underneath that dress?" 

Her fingers reached for the hem. As she pulled it up to her shoulders, she heard him gasp with pleasure. "Annie, you're the most exciting woman I have ever known. Don't move." She stood still as Michael's fingers touched the upper swell of her breasts, lingering softly on the pale skin that surrounded each nipple, turning them into hard little buttons. She trembled when his hands covered her breasts, letting the taut buds show between his spread fingers. When he began a gentle squeezing motion, it was all she could do to remain standing. 

He moved his hands away from her breasts and caressed her lower lips. "Ah, Annie…" he sighed. "Let your dress down." She let the dress fall from her hands as he pulled her close again. "Time to go camera shopping, my girl," he whispered as he rubbed her shoulders. 

She found her purse and walked out the door in front of him. She began the exciting game by deliberately swaying her hips under his watchful eye. Inside the car, Michael started the engine and they drove the mile to the store. 

"Annie, lift your dress to your hips and turn toward me. Spread your legs a little." 

Her heart pounded. "What if someone sees me, Michael?" 

"What if they do, Annie? Would you mind admiring glances?" 

"I'm not sure. You know I've never done this before. I don't know what to expect." 

"I've never done this either. I promise, if you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. This has to be at your own pace, Annie, at your pace. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?" He had pulled into the parking lot. Shutting off the car, he turned toward her. He watched her face as his fingers traced her jaw, thumbs outlining her closed lips. He smiled when her mouth opened to receive them. Her tongue moved over his thumbs, loving them as she loved his cock in her mouth. He pulled his fingers away and moved his hands between her opened thighs. He slowly peeled open her pearl pink lips to expose her darker colored glistening petals. His middle finger brushed against the small crescent of smooth flesh just below her quivering clit. "Tell me what you're feeling right now, Annie," he repeated. 

Her thighs opened wider as she moved her body off the car seat to force his finger toward her hardening clit. "I'm very excited, Michael. I feel hot and wet for you." His finger moved away, toward the hole that showed milky traces of her building desire. "Please, Michael, I need you to touch my clit," she whispered. 

He pulled his hands away from her body. "Not right now, Annie. We'll save that for when we get inside the store." He kissed her gently as he pulled her dress down. "Say the word Nightshade if you want to stop at any time, ok?" 

Annie nodded her head, feeling sure she would not utter that word. 

Once inside, Michael guided her to the counter. "Excuse me, Sir. My girlfriend and I would like to purchase a Polaroid camera. Unfortunately, we don't exactly know what model we want." 

The clerk approached them as Michael stood behind Annie, letting his body shield what he was about to do. His hands dropped below the counter. "Tell him what kind of camera you want to see, Annie." 

Annie smiled at the clerk. "Perhaps the One Step is … the one I'd like to see first." The last few words rushed out of her mouth as she felt Michael's hand pull her dress up just enough so he could caress her outer thighs. 

"That's a good choice, Miss. Let me just get one for you to see." The clerk turned away from them as he looked on the back wall shelf for the camera. 

"Spread your legs just a little, Annie. Ask him to demonstrate the camera for you when he comes back," Michael whispered in her ear. 

The clerk returned with the camera. "This one is very popular. It has a free operation and built-in flash. You can take clear, high-quality pictures with the push of a button." He smiled at her. 

"Could you show me how it works?" she asked as Michael's hands moved to the front of her thighs. 

"Sure, Miss, let me take a picture of you," he said. Annie tried to hold still for the picture but as Michael moved his fingers to the sensitive spot where her hip joined her thigh, she moved. "Try not to move and just smile, Miss." 

As the flash went off, one of Michael's fingers touched her clit for the first time. "Smile, Annie," he whispered as her clit came out of hiding to meet his finger. 

She tried to control her breathing as the clerk showed her the picture. Annie looked at the photo and saw the excitement in her eyes that the camera had captured. Michael looked over her shoulder. "Very nice photo, Annie." Michael turned to the clerk. "Is there any other model similar to this that we can see?" he asked in a voice dripping with innocence. 

The clerk smiled at Annie while he talked to Michael. "The OneStep Express is an easy-to-use, point-and-shoot instant camera. It has a fixed-focus lens with a 2 to 4 inch close-up adapter. The camera is green with yellow accents and even comes with a tote bag." 

"Comes … Annie, did you hear that?" Michael murmured in her ear, finger almost imperceptibly moving against her hard clit. "Can you take another picture so that we can compare?" Michael asked. 

"Certainly." The clerk reached under the counter and brought out another box. "Let me just find some film for the camera, Sir." He turned and walked toward the back room for the film. 

Michael moved his hand further down Annie's smooth outer pussy lips. "Won't be long before you come, Annie." He spread her lips wide enough for him to insert two fingers of one hand deep inside her. The middle finger of his other hand rested firm against her clit. 

The clerk returned and loaded the camera with film. He pointed it at Annie. "Ready, Miss?" 

Annie nodded as she tried to stand still for the clerk. She tested all her senses as she tried not to look obvious when Michael's two fingers started a 'spread apart come together motion' deep inside her. When he started massaging her clit, her inner muscles tensed against his deeply embedded fingers. Her buttocks pushed back against Michael's cock. 

Michael timed her explosion with the second flash of the camera. Annie sighed as she leaned against the counter on both arms. She closed her eyes and tried not to make any sounds. "Are you ok, Miss? Would you like some water?" the clerk asked with concern in his voice. 

Michael reached around Annie and took one of her hands in his. "She's fine. She's just recovered from the flu." He looked at her. "Perhaps we should have waited on shopping for a camera until you were feeling better." 

Annie opened her eyes and gave Michael a soft smile. "No, I'm fine. I just felt faint for a moment." She turned toward the clerk and looked at the second photo. "I think we'll take the first camera you showed us." 

"Fine, Miss, just let me get an unopened box for you." He bent down and looked under the counter for another camera. When he stood up, his face was flushed. Michael saw his look and winked at him as they moved to the checkout register. 

"Michael? How fast can we get home?" Her hand reached down to fondle his hard cock as she smiled at him. "Either I'm recovering from a fever from the flu or I've developed some pretty hot 'flashes' for you!"



Shopping



We climbed into the car together, so many things to do today with the holidays upon us. The stores were crowded and we thought we'd get an early start, each with a travel cup of steaming coffee and thoughts of crowded malls and parking lots looming ahead of us, neither one was talkative. 

We slid in and were off on our way. We stopped off at one of the many stores on the list for today saving the mall for later since they didn't open as early as some of the chain stores did. There were gifts we already had in mind so we wouldn't have to wander unsure and knowing how he hated shopping anyway I didn't want any arguments to ruin an otherwise pleasant day. 

The air was crisp and as we walked through the parking lot and I couldn't help but watch his legs move underneath the fabric of his cotton khaki pants and the tight ass I so adored. I let my hand slip from his hand and wander lower over his firm butt hoping to bring a smile to his face but he was busy watching cars back up and put a protective hand on my shoulder almost without thought. 

His mind was obviously elsewhere and he wanted the shopping over and done with. We didn't take long to pick up the gift for his mother, stand in line and head off to our next destination. People are always just a bit more friendly at this time of year and smile more often giving you that warm feeling inside.

As we climbed back into the vehicle, him on his side and me on mine I felt a familiar twinge between my legs that made me think a little excitement might make his shopping experience a bit more ...........adventurous. 

As he backed the car out of the parking spot I slipped my hand over to his leg and let it slide between his legs. He glanced my way and smiled, pushing my hand away. 

"I'm driving here, you'll cause an accident" he commented with a sly smile on his lips.

I stuck out my lower lip which caused him to laugh and grab my hand and place it back between his legs. He squirmed just a bit to get my hand where he wanted it but I was already pulling it back out and slipping up to the button at the top of his pants. I struggled with the button a minute and he sucked in his breath to give me better access making me smile at how much trouble I was having. The button suddenly slipped from the material and was free. The zipper slid down easily enough and I could feel the hardness waiting for me there. Mmmmmmmm I loved how he felt under my hand. 

"Now that you've got me going, what's the plan?" he asked.

"Let's just play it by ear" I said.

He stopped at the light and looked over at my eyes and I leaned over to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth and drawing his tongue back into my mouth where I sucked it lightly before letting the kiss end seeing the light turn green out of the corner of my eye.  I undid my seat belt and he began searching for a parking lot nearby that wasn't too crowded. I couldn't help but smile at the mischievous light I saw in his eyes and that was all the encouragement I needed as I turned myself towards him and headed my eager mouth towards his cock that I was gently stroking and squeezing in my hand. 

It was a tight fit between the steering wheel and I had to sit back up as he turned into the lot and found a semi secluded place to his liking. He parked abruptly and left the motor and heater running as he reached for the lever on the side of his seat so he could move back allowing me more access and pushed his pants aside freeing up his now rock hard cock. 

I leaned over again and began to lick just the tip and slide my tongue up and down the shaft in long strokes trying to make sure I didn't miss any of it as I moistened him with my saliva. He tasted slightly of his favorite soap from his shower this morning. I used my right hand to gently massage his balls as I continued to tease his cock, not allowing him to enter my mouth quite yet. 

I licked the head and rim and went back to work on the shaft for a few more minutes....moving my hand to the inside of his thighs and slipping the other under one side of his ass. 

I turned to look up at him and saw him look back and smile into my eyes before he began watching the lot to make sure no cars got too close, his mouth slightly open and his breathing a bit faster and deeper than it had been. With one quick movement I guided him into my warm mouth and took him as deeply as I could. I heard him moan and that just made me work my tongue up and down in opposition to the way my head was moving. 

I'd alternate between sucking lightly to sucking hard, moving my hand under his ass slightly as I held his cock with my other hand at the base moving my head up and down slowly. I loved the taste of him, the smell of him, the smooth way his cock slid past my tongue and lips and felt him throbbing inside my mouth. I'd gently let my teeth graze him, and feel him stiffen. 

He said "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum in your mouth." I quickened my pace and he put his hands on my head, twisting his fingers gently in my hair. I could feel his balls tighten beneath my hand and moved back to roll them gently between my fingers. 

"I'm cumming" he said in a deeper voice than normal. He pushed me down deeper onto his cock and I felt my pussy tighten in response, as he began to cum on the back of my tongue in hot spasms, his whole body quivering as he let himself go. I swallowed and sucked every last drop out of his still twitching cock as he loosed his grip on my hair. I let my tongue slide up to the sensitive head and licked gently in swirling motions and felt him respond to every move my tongue made. 

I sat up and he let out a deep sigh, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up quickly and efficiently, a satisfied smile on his lips. I leaned over and kissed him slipping my tongue into his mouth, with a feeling that shopping wasn't going to be such a chore after all.



Shopping



As I stood looking into the window of HMV, I could see the reflection of a man stood behind me looking into the same window, but the strangest thing about it was I thought I recognised him. I looked around, and a smile formed on my face, yes I did recognise him,

"Hi," Was the first word I said to you,

You looked at me surprised yet I could see you knew who I was,

“Yes, it is me, how are you?”

“Good thanks” was your reply.

We talked for ages and wondered around the shops occasionally buying the odd item of clothing, etc.

“Would you like a coffee,” you asked, 

“Oh yes please,” I replied, “I am so tired of walking, lets sit down and have a good old chat like we said we always would.”

Time flew by and before we knew it the shops were starting to close for the night, you looked into my eyes and held my hand, it felt so right,

“Would you like to come back to my place? We could get something to eat on the way back,”

“Yes please," was my reply,

It felt so right, as if we had known each other for years.

You opened the car door and I got in, I watched you walk round the front of the car and get in the other side, you smiled at me and patted my leg, before starting up the car and heading off towards your place, we talked more on the journey back to yours, we talked about so many things like two friends that had lost touch for a real long time and had just found each other again, it felt so good and so right.

We arrived at your place after making just one stop at the pizza hut, I gathered all my bags out of your car and followed you up the path to the door, there was a slight chill in the air and it was starting to rain, it was good to get indoors, into the warmth of your home.

You put the pizza into the kitchen and I took my coat off, after dumping the shopping bags in the hall, I looked around your living room so warm and friendly, just like you, you came out of the kitchen with two plates with a slice of pizza on each one and two glasses plus a bottle of wine,

“Your spoiling me, you do know that don't you?"

You just smiled and said I was worth it and I laughed.

The pizza was lovely and wine was divine, with music in the background playing softly and the lights down low I felt so relaxed.

“Ill tell you what, I will try my clothes on I brought, you can tell me what you think?” 

“OK, go for it,” was your reply. 

On that note I jumped up and got the bags out of the hall. I emptied them out onto the settee and started to look through the clothes, 

“Hmm this one first I think,” 

I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers then looked up,

“You don't mind me changing here do you? I could go into another room if you like?”

"No” was your reply, "not unless you want to?" 

I smiled at you and slipped my trousers down and stepped out of them, I then undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped that off too. I could see you looking at my body and it felt good, I took the dress off the settee and stepped into it lifting it up over my body and onto my shoulders, turning I asked if you could do up my zip, you jumped at the chance and zipped my dress up sliding your finger up my back as you did so, making me shudder as you did it, I turned around,

“What do you think,” I asked,

I looked up to see your reaction and I felt your hands on my arms, and your lips on mine, the kiss was like a kiss I had never experienced before, so soft and tender and so passionate, the kiss was returned and your arms wrapped around me, I could feel your fingers fumbling with my zip, and them unzipping my dress, the dress fell to the floor and you picked me up, I wrapped my legs around your waste as you took me over to the mat in front of the fire, you lay me down on my back and knelt down beside me, you rolled me over onto my stomach and undid my bra.

Leaning over me and reaching to the cupboard you take out some oils and proceed to massage my back, your hands rubbing all over it and then down my legs and back up to my butt, my hands moved down and started to remove my panties and you helped me, slowly sliding then off, your hands then rubbing back up the back of my legs and on to my butt, rubbing in the oils, it feels oh so good. 

Hot hands sliding up and down my body, butterflies fluttering inside my tummy as each touch of your came closer to the base of my spine, you turned me over back onto my back and sat up to take in all of me, you looked at my body and them into my eyes, I saw something there that made me feel so special, I smiled at you and you leaned down and kissed me, I arched my back raising my arms up over my head as you proceeded to kiss me, first on my lips then down my neck and onto my chest, it felt so good, my hands now rubbing over the top of your shirt undoing the buttons and sliding it off you, rubbing you as you kissed my chest, your hands sliding down, parting my legs hmmm I lean up onto my elbow, kiss your ear and whisper into it.

“Take me.” 

Slowly you sat up and I placed my hands around your neck and brought my self to my knees, kneeling there in front of you my hands now running down your chest yours holding my elbows, I lean forwards and kiss your chest, running my tongue over it as my hands slide down and undo your jeans, I run my hands round the waist band of your jeans before pushing them down, you raise your self allowing then to slide off your butt and down, along with your jeans followed your shorts, both of us looked into each others eyes, me totally naked you semi naked, your jeans around your knees, my hands cupping your face and slowly kissing you, your hands around my back a total embrace, fireworks exploded as the passion was sparked.

You fell to the floor onto your back with me on top, kissing you all over allowing my tongue to guide me to be where ever your body seemed to want me to go, I can hear you groan as my tongue reaches your hard swollen cock, I tease it with the tip of my tongue and taste it allowing it to enter my mouth but just enough for you to arch your back and take a sharp intake of breath, I run my hands up your chest and then all of a sudden I take you all deep into my mouth, all the way sucking hard and teasing, my hands rubbing up and down your chest, you move my hair out of the way allowing you to see me sucking you, my whole body moving up and down your legs, my nipples perked and hard rubbing on your thighs. 

With your hands on my head holding me there, I release my grip on your swollen cock and slowly lick my way up your body kissing each and every part of it as I travel up, my whole body gliding over the top of yours till I am positioned over the top of you, with your hand you hold your cock and guide it into me, I lower myself down onto it, oh the feeling as it enters my soaking wet aching pussy, the feeling as it slides in and out, your mouth latched onto my nipples, your hands groping my butt fingering it as I move up and down on you, slipping and sliding and grinding, faster and faster, my back arched, my head thrown back your tongue licking at my throat my arms wrapped round your neck, OH MY GOD, hmmm bodies starting to shake and twitch together, the moment is here we are in heaven all time freezes and two bodies glide together into a mass frenzy of stiffening muscles and arching backs, moans and groans and the odd OH MY GOD, then time restarts and two aching bodies relax and together they slump back down onto the floor and finally embrace with a kiss of passion that rekindles the flame and it all starts again .......



Shopping After Work



The rhythm of your steps on the stairs announces your presence and I look up from chopping the peppers as you unlock the latch. Still dusted with flour from work at the bakery, you look just as juicy as that day last fall when I picked you up at the gym. You slip the bandanna off your head and shake free the mop of red-gold curls it contains. "I got the stuff you wanted from the market. Angelo is bringing it up." I raise an eyebrow, wondering what you are up to. That impish look is all over your face, and your cheeks are flushed. Girl, don't I know that look!

You and I are so different, but we're good together. Much as you may try to contain it, your Boston Irish Catholic heritage just shines all over you, from your carrot-red pubes to the way you blush when I talk dirty to you in Spanish. I don't know where this is going, but girl, I'm havin' fun. I'm Latina, my raven hair cut short as a boy's, and I take no shit off of anybody. My compasinas tease me, "Don't you get tired of eating that cream puff, Carla?"

"Oh no," I tell them "I could do that girl all night long!"

Angelo ducks through the doorway. He's a big guy, over 6'3', easy, and he towers over you. I can tell by how he looks at you that he wants you. "What you want I should do wid dees groceries, Kitty?" He's not bad, for a guy, dark, muscular, his ass stuffed into jeans two sizes too small, his white T-shirt just as tight.

"Just put 'em on the counter, Angelo." You look at me and wink. I knew it. You wanna fuck him. Ah girl, no matter what good sugar I give you, you still gotta get a dick up you every now and then. I laugh and Angelo looks puzzled – clearly he's not in on the plan yet. "Where's that wine I bought?" you ask. I pull it out of the cabinet and set it on the counter where you are putting the groceries away, then rake the cubes of peppers and onions into the pot simmering on the stove.

Angelo reaches for the bottle. "You want I should open dis baby up for yous?" He looks at you hungrily and then to me, just checking. Are we just roommates, lovers? He's clearly unsure, but not willing to leave just yet. I pull the corkscrew out of the drawer beside me and spin it across the counter so it winds up just in front of you. Ok, I can play this game with you, Miss Kitty.

"Here." You turn and hand it to him, dipping your ivory shoulder so the strap of the little lime green top you're wearing just "happens" to slide down. Girl, you are so bad, teasin' that poor boy. Teasin' me, too, 'cause I know what's comin', even if poor old horny Angelo doesn't.

You pull three Mexican goblets off the shelf as Angelo eases out the cork. "Why don't you stay for dinner? Carla always makes too much paella." You nail him with those smoky violet eyes of yours and grin so sexy. "There's always enough to share…" The ruby Spanish wine fills the glasses and poor Angelo is so busy blessing his unbelievable luck that he overfills one and dribbles wine onto his hand. "Don't waste that – it's so good." You shock even me by grabbing his big paw and licking the droplets off with that little pink cat's tongue of yours. Jeez, girl, you are some kinda hot tonight!

I'm watching him and I swear he's about to poke himself in the eye with the boner he's wearing. This is going to get real interesting. "Uh..yeah..sure", he stutters, "I'll stay. It..uh..smells really good." He's wearing this distracted look and I know you've got him hooked.

"This stuff still has to simmer awhile yet. Why don't we put on some music and chill while I roll us a joint." See, girl, I know my place in this routine, and I know you, know how you think and what makes you hot. I enjoy a swig of the wine, cover the simmering stew and head into the bedroom to find the reefer and papers. By the time I get back to the living room with a nice, fat blunt, Angelo has you draped across his lap and his big paw is up your shirt, totally covering your hard little breast. His dark curly head is bent over your copper one, and he's got his tongue down your throat halfway to paradise. The crotch of your jeans is already dark with your honey.

I light up the joint and take a deep draw on it, then lean over you, cradling your head against my heavier breasts, and shotgun the harsh, sweet smoke into your mouth. Your strawberry lips are wet and full as you suck up the hit, then you turn and pass the smoke on to Angelo. Ah yes, this will certainly get things started.

The jazz is Latin, your peace offering, I suspect, and torrid. I slide onto the end of the couch beside the two of you and you roll onto your side across his lap, your hip grinding against his hardness as you turn to kiss me. Through your curls, I see his eyes widen, and then he begins to unbutton your jeans. I am kissing you deeply, my full lips covering yours and my tongue parrying with you. With your free left hand you unbutton my shirt, and draw it back, exposing my heavy brown breasts so that you can lift and pinch my nipples like I love. Angelo takes the joint and sucks hard on it, then coughs. We all laugh – this is good dope.

You sit up and in a heartbeat have stripped off your tanktop and slipped your Calvins to the floor. Across your rosy hips is a pair of tiny white cotton panties, barely enough to cover the tumble of carrot-colored curls guarding your mound. The crotch is soaked and I can smell you, smell your heat. Angelo groans in disbelief and look to me. Hell, I can't make you behave. He's on his own! "Somebody's got too many clothes on," you tease, and pull him unsteadily to his feet. You strip off his T-shirt and step into his arms, your freckled hand pale against his olive skin. He inhales sharply and leans back, arching into your touch. Oh yes. His cock is straining at his pants, until you unzip him and free that salami he's aching to fuck you with. Big boy, uncut, too. You'll love that, baby girl.

I slide my denim shirt off and step out of my cut-offs, then run my hand through my short black hair. I want in on this, girlfriend. I might be willing for you to get some dick from time to time, but you are my girl. As I press my breasts against your back and slip my arms around you, I murmur "Baby, lets find a bed…" We gather up the wine and glasses, and traipse into our bedroom, you and me with our arms around each other and Angelo following after, his eyes dilated with lust and his cock arching out in front of him like some rhinoceros's horn.

You throw yourself down across the bed, kicking piles of pillows onto the floor and spilling the scarlet comforter onto the carpet. Like a pool of star-flecked cream you lay, with your soft little thighs open and your arm flung back above your head so that your sweet little breasts stand up hard and sharp, like little strawberries. Yes, girl, that's what you are: strawberries and cream, and I want some. I kneel by you and drag your panties off, then, just to mess with poor Angelo's head, I look at him and lick my lips, real slow, before burying my face in your snatch. That boy ain't never gonna be right again after tonight.

He crawls up beside you and turns your face toward him so he can feed you his cock. I've gotta watch this, and I look up over your hip while teasing your button with my thumb. He's stripped his foreskin back, and his cock head looks like a ripe plum, with taunt purple skin and sweet juices glistening at the crack. Your amethyst eyes are half-closed and you touch the tip of your little pink cat's tongue to his dick, tease it into his slit, and then swirl the moisture over the knob he's feeding you. I can feel you shaking as he slips his fuck stick in and out of your open mouth, and I lower my own mouth to your honeypot again. With tender fingers I part your curls, and open your flower, teasing the ruffled flesh with my tongue tip. From its nest beneath your carmine tissues, your clit rises hard and hot, far tinier than mine but just as sensitive. I circle your pearl with my tongue, licking, licking, slurping up your honey, and hump my mound against the rumpled sheets, smearing them with my own desire.

Angelo's got one hand behind your head, steadying you as he pumps his dick in and out of your straining mouth, and with his other one, he's thumbing your hard little tits, pinching your nipples and milking you. Knowing how hot you are, I rise up and start to slide my fingers in and out of your pussy, thrusting my slim, brown hand into your open wetness. You let out that high shriek you make and start coming all over my hand, grinding you little pink pussy onto my fingers and arching your back in ecstasy. Too much for the boy. He can't handle this, and loses control, groaning loudly as he fires spurt after spurt of cum all over your pretty mouth and face. 

You get the giggles, and ask me if I want a taste. "Damn girl, I don't eat that stuff. You know I don't swing that way! If word got around I was eatin' cum, no self-respecting dike in town would get near me!" I tease. Angelo's slumped to the bed, lost in a pleasure fog and wondering what saint so favored him as to reward his good deed with such an outrageous encounter. I tip my wineglass and pour a dribble of the dark liquid into your navel, then drain the glass. "Always wanted to try this…" With my tongue, I lap the thimbleful of wine from the hollow of your soft belly, then trail downward, back to your puss. "Roll over, baby." I plead, and coax you up onto your knees. Angelo's slitted eyes open wider – what's next?

I start way up at the nape of your neck, nibbling and savoring your sweet, pale flesh, circling each knob of your spine with my tongue. Kneeling behind you, I press my mons against the softness of your ass, tilting my hips so I can work my pubic hair between your cheeks and brush against the tender flower of your asshole. By the time I've reached the small of your back, your are arching like a cat in heat and making little soft moans. I sit back and settle my dripping cunt over the roundness of your heel, rocking my clit against the pressure while I bend and tease your rosebud with my tongue. I pull you to me and thrust into your darkness, then lap at your pussy, sucking on those juicy ruffles that I love. 

You turn in my arms, shifting onto your back and reach up to me. "Come here, Carla, please do me, you know, the way I like...." Oh yes. I will do you, girlfriend. I will cradle you in my strong brown arms and kiss your clitty with mine and rock you into paradise. I settle my hips over yours, each of us with a thigh between our own, our mounds pressed in a wet embrace. Angelo sits up on one elbow. This he has to see. Already his soft cock is perking up, swelling against his thigh. Boys…

I love the feel of your hard little breasts under me, your strawberry nipples like bullets against my big brown breasts. I love the freckles that spatter your chest and dust your cheeks. I love your ivory-rose skin so pale against mine and the way your sex smells like rose petals and musk. I love how much you just love to be bad. Don't you know those nuns that taught you back at St. Anthony's would shit! 

I start to press against you, pulling you tighter, nudging your sharp little clit with my big fat one, pushing through your rusty curls into the wetness, your heat against my heat. Both of us are moaning, whimpering, our pussies making hot, squishy noises as our honey pours out. I lock my clit against yours and grab your ass-cheeks with my hands, shaking my hips until we both start to come, gasping in ecstasy. "Baby, you are so sweet." I kiss your eyelids, your nipples, kiss your sticky navel, dip between your moist thighs and lick the goodie from your curls, tenderly kissing you clean.

"Damn! You bitches don' even need a fella, do you?" Angelo is clearly taken aback, but obviously turned on. His fat cock has risen and the head is peeking out of its foreskin, ready to go again. 

"Poor Angelo," you murmur and you wrap your little pink hand around his big dong, giving him a squeeze. "Do you need a little attention, too?" He groans and thrusts his cock into your grasp, so that you slide back the skin and expose that plum again. 

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's good, that's good." He's trembling with pleasure as you stroke and tease his hard dick and he cradles his heavy balls in his big hand, kneading and working them in rhythm with your caresses. I settle back at the foot of the bed to watch you turn him into pudding. He's obviously really hot; his flat brown nipples are hard as tacks under the thatch of black hair on his chest, and pre-cum is just streaming out of his piss-hole over your little fist. If he hadn't already blown his wad once, he'd be doing it now, but that gives him a little edge, more control.

You get up on your knees and push him onto his back. His swollen horn rears over his belly and his eyes are clouded with desire as you settle astride his hips and guide that monster into your honeypot. Not all at once – no, you'd rather tease him, so you squat over him with his cock head just inside your lips, so he can just feel the kiss of your heat and wetness. I watch between the arc of your ass cheeks as he nudges into the wetness of your pussy, as his turgid purple sex splits your pale rosy cunny. He tries to thrust deeper into you, but you're in charge. "No, Angelo, be nice, do it like I want it," you croon, and slide him in just a little deeper. Wide-eyed, he nods and wraps his big paws around your little waist, the long dark fingers squeezing into your softness.

This is what I love to watch, watch my baby ride until she's full, ride until her pussy sings with pleasure, ride that man into the ground. I shift over until I'm curled beside the two of you on my side, close enough to touch you, to open you to his thrusts, close enough to smell the rawness of your sex, to hear the slap and squish of your juices. You brace yourself with your hands on his chest, rosy fingers buried in the thick hair which covers him like a pelt. And you squat down onto his cock, sliding your streaming pussy up and down over the monster rearing from his loins. With every thrust, your breasts bounce and shake, strawberry nipples so hard they're drawn up like little nubs. 

I slip my hand between the two of you and spread your dripping curls apart so that I can watch you engulf his engorged dong, watch how your swollen, ruffled lips are tugged and dragged as you rise up off him. I can feel your clit between my fingers and vibrate my hand against it the way you love. 

Your eyes are fixed on his, cat's pink tongue-tip touching your rosy lips as your breath comes more quickly. His fingertips grip deeply into your hips and he arches franticly, working his dick into your sweet cunny, fucking you for all he's worth. Between my fingers I feel his hard slick organ as it thrusts into your wetness over and over, and I feel the climax gathering in your little honeypot as your clitty swells and rises. Angelo starts to come, too, his head flung back, his back arching like a bow, hollering like somebody's killing him. I can feel him pumping his spunk into you, pumping you full of his cum, and I feel you coming, too, your pussy clutching his cock, my hand, the fingers I squeeze into your clinching cunt against his throbbing dick. Then I'm coming, too, my own cunny twitching and shuddering 'cause I'm so damn turned on. Oh, girl, you are so bad..so damn bad…

Seems like I'd learn what happens every time I send you shopping after work.



Shopping and Road Trip



It's a lovely Tuesday afternoon and we are both off work and relaxing on the sofa watching a film. You turn to me and ask if we can pop to the local shopping complex so you can pick up a few things. I agree and we jump into my car a head of the shops. We walk around the shops you buy the normal stuff a few clothes, shoes and smellies. I do my duty as the bag carrier and pass my opinion on the clothes, normally picking out the tops that show off the most cleavage.

On the walk back through the complex we pass the Ann Summers shop. You grab my hand and drag me inside. We look at all the sexy outfits and pick out a sexy nurses uniform for you to wear. We move around the shop picking up some lube, a cock ring, dick lick and massage oil. A lovely sexy collection of goods to try out. We finish our time in Ann Summers with a look around the dildo section. You take a lot of time and thought over the dildo that you want. You're sizing up all the different makes and models and choosing the right diameter, length and colour. You eventually choose a nice big pink rubber cock about 10 inches in length and nice and thick. You whisper in my ear that you want me to watch you fuck yourself with this big toy. At the checkout I grab a little pencil vibrator and some vibrating balls, pay then we leave. You have a cheeky smile on your face as we get into the car for the journey home. 

We are heading back to yours when you ask me to take a different route. We are travelling down a quiet little country road. You ask me to pull over to the side of the road in a lay-by. I stop the car as ask why? You don't answer just lean over and kiss me passionately. You grab my hand and place it on your boob. And whisper in my ear "I think these need some attention." I push you back in your seat and pull your top down to reveal your luscious boobs covered by a sexy black bra. I bury my head into your chest licking down between those massive tits. I pull my head back and then pull you tits out of their bra prison then suck on both of your sexy nipples. Going from one to the other licking them sucking them and giving those nips a little bite as you hold my head deep in your fertile mounds. 

I sit back in my seat looking at you there tits hanging out of your top looking fucking so so sexy. My cock is pushing at the inside of my jeans straining to be released. You turn on your seat open your legs pulling your skirt up and stroke your pussy through your sexy black panties. You look at me and say "time to head south to the watering hole" I smile and lean forward and kiss your pussy through the material. I grab the material and pull it to one side and look at the glistening pussy in front of me. I look up and see you legs open and holding your tits in your hands ready and waiting to be eaten out by me. I don't disappoint and slide my tongue all over your pussy and you start to moan as I lap at your wet cunt. Your body start to wriggle and your hips buck as you orgasm all over my face. The taste of your juices is incredible as I lick up as much so I can. 

I start to move up your body and again start feasting on your superb boobs. I then slide 3 fingers deep into your wet pussy and start to finger fuck you. You bite your lip as I massage your G-spot with my fingers and then you scream "finger fuck me hard your bastard" so I fuck you even harder then get a 4th finger into you as your so wet and swollen down there. You buck your hips for the second time and cum all over my fingers. I pull them from you and let you lick the juices from my sticky fingers. You lick them all nice and clean. Then kiss me passionately and stroke my cock through my jeans. You whisper in my ear "time to pleasure you now, get that big hard cock out for me!" with a cheeky grin on your face. I smile and jump out of the car a walk around to your window. You wind the window down and release my long hard cock from my jeans and start to feast on my huge member. Taking it all the way down your throat and flicking the end with your tongue. 

I pull my big cock away from your waiting mouth open the door and help you out of the car. I push you over the bonnet of my car lift one leg up so your wet pussy is fully exposed. I hold my cock in my hand and glide it effortlessly into your willing pussy. I grab you hips and start to pound you hard over the front of my car. The suspension of the car starts to move with the strokes of my powerful cock. You beg me to fuck your hard so I increase my pace. My balls start slapping against your clit with every insertion. I feel you tighten around my shaft as you orgasm for the third time all over my cock. My cock starts to throb as I get close to shooting all my cum. I pull out of you and turn you around and get you to kneel down as I unload my spunk all over your big juicy tits. You smile as you rub my man milk into your boobs I slip my cock back into my jeans and we both get back into the car. 

You start to put your tits back into your bra and top but I stop you and say "I haven't finished with you yet". I reach into the Ann Summers bag and get out the vibrating balls I picked up at the checkout. I give them a lick then slide them into your exposed pussy. You gasp as an electric shock of pleasure runs through your body from those little vibrating balls. You smile as I start to drive off with you sitting next to me moaning with the pleasure of these balls deep inside you playing with your tits. We arrive back at yours you pop your big boobs back into your bra and top and then get out of the car, the balls still pleasuring you. I grab all the bags from the boot and then we head inside to unpack the shopping.



Shopping and Sex



The kids have just been dropped off at school and we decide to go shopping at the mall for awhile. After looking in several shops we end up at Victoria's Secret. We both go in and start looking at the evening wear they have. There are no customers in the store but us. You pick out several dresses and some sexy sleep wear.

You take them into the dressing room and start trying them on. I sit in a chair just out side the dressing room entrance and ask you to model them for me as you try them on.

You come out of the dressing room with a sexy red dress on and model it for me. The lady working there sees you and says it looks great. She picks out a pair of high heels to go with it and you sit down next to me to put them on. I kneel down and take your leg in my hands and put the heels on for you. You walk around and the lady and I both tell you how sexy you are.

You go in the room and try on another dress. It looks even sexier. You walk around and you like it. Another customer comes in the store as you go back in to try on another one. I walk to the room you are changing in and open the door. I step in and help unzip the dress so you can try on a sexy night gown.

The room is small and as you turn around my arm brushes against you breast. Your nipples get erect. I help you get out of the dress by pulling it over your head to remove it. As you have your arms in the air, I massage one of your breasts and nipples with one of my hands. You shudder with excitement.

As the dress comes over your head, I press you against the wall and kiss you. It is a soft kiss at first and I slide my tongue in your mouth and we passionately kiss for several minutes. As we are kissing I gently pinch your nipples with my fingers. Your panties are getting soaked as you get excited from the touch to your nipples.

I kiss you on the neck and behind your ear as I kiss my way down to your breasts. You are on fire and wet with juices flowing into your panties. Your pussy is on fire. After a few good licks of your nipples, I kiss my way down lower. I am still massaging your nipples with my hands.

I finally get to the top of your panties and run my tongue down the inside of your thighs. I slide your panties down to the floor. When you lift your leg to put one foot on the chair I remove the panties. While you are still standing and have one leg on the chair I run my tongue slowly around your clit.

I am excited but I take my time. I gentle lick your clit and then suck it into my mouth. I still have one nipple in my fingers and I slide one finger in you.

While circling your clit with my tongue I slide another finger into your pussy. You are hot and wet. I can't wait anymore and I remove my fingers and slide my tongue in as far as it will go. As my tongue is inside you, I gently stroke your clit with my finger.

In just a few seconds your have an orgasm and cum on my tongue. You reach down and pull my head into you and feel the orgasm building again. After several minutes and your orgasm has stopped, we hear the lady ask if everything is OK. You answer, everything is great.

We buy one of the sexy nighties and leave. We go to the tanning salon to get a tan next. I follow you into the room you are tanning in and you undress. I put the lotion on your back and I reach around and massage your breasts again.

You reach behind and massage my cock through the shorts I am wearing. When your hand touches me, you find that I am already hard from the excitement at the store where we were at. You kneel down and remove my shorts. You take my cock in one hand and start pumping it.

Your other hand is massaging my balls as you open your mouth and slide it over the head. Your tongue is circling the head as your hand pumps the shaft. You slide your mouth over the head and down the shaft. After only a few strokes of your tongue and lips on my cock I am ready to explode.

You sense that I am ready to cum and you stand up, turn around and bend over. I kneel down and slide my tongue into you and savor all of your juices. You are still hot and need more. The orgasm you had in the dressing room has left you needing more. I stand up and position the head of my cock between your lips. You are wet and you push back towards me.

I slide all the way into you in one movement. You hold onto the wall as your knees are week. I pull almost all the way out and slowly push back in. As I do this a few times the speed picks up.

You can feel your orgasm building. I start thrusting into you faster and harder. I have found the perfect spot that is sending you over the edge. You moan that you are Cumming and I pump harder into you just as your orgasm peaks I start pumping my cum into you. You can feel the heat of it and cum again.

We both stand still for a few minutes until we calm down. I pull out of you and turn you around and we kiss so deeply. Our tongues dance together for several minutes. You lay down in the bed for a 20 minute tan and I go to the other room for my tan.

While you lay in the bed and tan, you smile thinking what a sexy day it has started out to be. You smile as you realize it is Friday night and we are going out for a ride on the Harley. You wonder all day what else will be in store for you tonight.



Shopping and Student Teaching



One day, many years ago I was shopping at the A&P and, as I rounded a corner, I had a cart to cart collision. 

The other 'guy' smiled and there I was speechlessly ogling a 'yummy mommy' or very sexy MILF!

At the time, the only term I was aware of was 'chick buying beer and wine before 10AM' target!!

I allowed my eyes to obviously caress down and back up her shapely body and smiled as I said, "I sure hope that I haven't damaged anything,"

Her smile widened. Her eyes flashed. She patted, lifted, and bounced her tits. Then she said, "Everything feels good", and moved on."

I quickly threw a couple of non-perishables in my cart and continued to 'shop' carefully keeping her and those tits in sight. And, low and behold, when I went to check-out, there she was, right in front of me! I quickly paid for my decoy items and exited. And there she was just outside the door.

She smiled, "Oh it's you again. You know sir, I may be slightly damaged. Could you please give me a hand unloading my cart?"

Again I visually ogled and undressed her as I responded, "You may make use of my hands as you see fit. Where is your car?"

"Oh, I don't have a car. I live in that first apartment building way over there."

I grabbed the cart, slightly bumping her butt, saying, "I'll be only to happy to service you."

"Oh, please be careful with my tender body!" She rubbed her ass, "I'll bet you've bruised me!"

"It looks good to me."

She wiggled, "Are you sure?"

"I'll check it for you in a bit."

"I was counting on that."

We arrived at her building. She grabbed a bottle leaving me with the three six packs, and headed up the stairs pulling her dress up to rub her ass. 

I looked up and sighted crotchless light blue panties. So I set my sites and followed the target.

When we entered, she set the bottle on the counter and closed the door behind me. I unburdened myself and turned to find her with her skirt pulled up exposing her sexy thin, blue panties. She backed up to a mirror on the door, looked over her shoulder, and asked, "What do you think?" 

I reached over to caress a tit and started to unbutton her dress as I responded, "I feel that both accident areas should be thoroughly examined! And, if it is warranted, I will rub lotion on each area. That is, if you have anything available."

"Oooh! That sounds so wonderful! Are you okay? You seem to have swelling where a cart may have hit you. May I check it?"

Since I had her dress at her feet, her front clasp bra open, one hand caressing her ass, and a tit in my other hand, I felt it only proper to give her the 'go ahead'. "You may check long and hard."

"I bet it is."

She undid my belt, opened my pants, and dropped to her knees pulling my clothing to the floor. "Oh yes." She said, "You seem to have a bit of swelling! A very nice swelling!"

I dropped my shirt, reached down, grabbed her nipples and lifted! She squealed, "OOO YES!" And fell against me.

I pushed her back onto a sofa and dropped to my knees. I placed her thighs on my shoulders, opened her panties and dove mouth first into a very tasty, hairy, sloppy cunt. 

She grabbed my head, pulled me deeper into her hungry cunt and muttered, "Oh you are such a dirty, nasty man! I am going to cum all over you! Nnnooowww!!", and flooded my face.

I reached in with both hands, ripped her panties apart. I slipped two fingers of each hand into that oozing opening to spread her wide. Then, I reached in and squeezed her clit between my thumbs!

She squirted hard for about a minute and collapsed. 

I eased her to her feet, and got behind her. I grabbed her tits for balance, set my cock between her loose hanging pussy lips as a tiller and guided down the hall to look for a bedroom. 

I moved her into first open room we came to and she instantly balked, "No! Not her room!" 

I looked around and thought, "This looks like a school girl's room", and steered her on down the hall.

As we approached the next room, she turned the knob and kicked the door open to disclose a multi-mirrored cavern. 

I smiled, "Oh yes! This is the place!"

She clamped onto my cock and asked, "You like my workroom/study?"

"Yes mam! And just what will we be studying today?" I asked.

She laughed and responded, "We will examine your ability to load your balls with cum. You may not be too happy at first. But, if you fulfill my wishes, you will be elated! But for now, you are NOT to cum under any circumstances! Do you understand?"

I eased my cock from its warm nest and gulped, "Yes mam!"

"Okay, we got that straight. Now lay on my sex nest. - On your back!" 

I quickly obliged her wishes 'knowing' she would soon forget her 'no cum' rule.

She jumped on the bed, straddled my face, and lowered her lips to mine. "Now eat me. I need to cum fast!"

Her clit was hanging into my mouth so, I bit it! 

She screamed and tried to rise up.

But I hung on, and she dropped back where she belonged. My tongue caressed her tender clit to ease any pain. This caused her to sigh and start to fuck my face. I bit her clit again!

We continued this cycle until, I bit her and she pressed into my face only to receive several nips as she gushed.

As she recovered, she noticed yhat I was reaching for my suffering dick. She grabbed my hands away. "NO DAMN IT!! You agreed and I'm not letting you screw this up!"

So, we spent the next hour or so with me giving her one climax after another while she kept stopping me from having even the most minor release!

Then suddenly, everything changed. I thought I heard a distant door close. She looked up an smiled. Then there was a knock and a youthful voice called, "Mom are you in there?" 

She rolled over, looked at the door, and said, "Come in sweetie."

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

"I know you aren't 19 until tomorrow but I went shopping and found the perfect gift for my baby and I just had to get it for you."

I looked up at a sweet sexy college girl entering the room and damn near lost it.

"Oh mommy! Is he really mine, all mine?" She gushed. 

My ears hardly heard her as my senses focused on the image of a young girl with a women's body ripping her clothes off as she came at me with catlike motions.

She was naked by the time she got on the bed and settled by my knees. She reached out with a dainty hand and hesitantly touched my pulsating cock. 

"Oh it is so hot!" 

"Take care, Dear", her mother advised. "He could explode at any time and that would spoil your gift."

"What should I do?" 

Mom swung her leg over me and remounted my face saying, "Mount him like a horse only you get the hips dear."

"Like this?", I heard as I felt my cock being blanketed by a warm, wet, very hairy pair of pussy lips. To which I reacted by vacuuming the available clit.

"That is... oh... goooo... d my dear ... OH my!" She shuddered and continued. "Now dear lift up a bit so I can aim that hard, hot cock where it belongs." 

With that, she reached in, grabbed my pole, and properly placed my hard mushroom at the young, steamy, portal. Then, Mom leaned over, hugged her, kissed her, and pushed hard! And, I found myself thrust deep into a tight, young, newly ripped open virgin pussy!

"Nooooo! Mom it hurts!" I was so deep I knew she would never escape! 

Mom reached around to grab her butt and ease her up slightly. And then slammed her down driving me even deeper!

"Mom! Get... meeee... off!"

"I am trying to Sweetie. And, it will feel so good when I do."

"OOOO! Mommy something is happening! Mommy I love you! Deeper mommy! My pussy is grabbing him! Can I keep him? Oh he is peeing inside me! Such hot pee. So much pee... I'm gon... be okay! Ooh I'm peeing on him!" 

She collapsed, I grabbed and twisted her nipples - she drenched my balls as she came one more time.

Mom pulled her off turned her around and said, "He did not pee dear. He honored you by depositing the very large load of hot cum that I spent all day helping to create as your birthday gift. And, you did not pee either."

"As a thank you, you bathed his lovely cock with your first grateful cum! Just look at your used birthday boy-toy-tool. And now dear, you should lick It clean."

"But Mom! It's all slimy -and bloody!"

"That blood is all yours, Dear. And the rest is a wonderful reminder of your pleasure!" 

Mom gently laid the youngster back and bent down to suck a warm glob from that sweet freshly deflowered cunt. She rolled it around in her mouth as she slid up and over those puffy young tits. She kissed her sexy offspring and grasped the hot young body as she wedged her tongue between those panting lips and delivered a load of love juices behind those pearly teeth. 

The young slut-in-training jerked upward to no avail and squawked, "NO!", as the tasty load slid into her gut. She paused, thought, a second, smiled, and muttered, "That was good!"

Mom released her saying, "Now, clean that cock, and don't miss a drop!" As the sweet youngster crawled to her next lesson I grabbed her full hips and positioned her pussy over my face and began my own clean-up project. I scooped her using a two finger G-spot rub and she gushed every drop into my open mouth.

She tried to yell in ecstasy but I grabbed her head and pulled. My cock slipped down her throat and sent another load of cum to help fill her bloating tummy.

At that point, seeking some recovery, we curled up as one and dozed. 

I was awakened by Mom gently applying lotion so my reawakening cock. She hushed me and had me help place her baby on top in 69 position. 

As the kid was slowly awakened by Mom's lips she tentatively began her first cunt eating lesson. Mom parted those tender ass cheeks and looked at my now hard cock. 

I 'got the word' and got into position, poured lotion on the puckered hole, and pushed! As my spear opened her ring she yelped, and struggled aiding in my instant, full penetration of another virgin opening! 

She cried. I moved out gently. Mom sucked. She whimpered. I eased back in. Mom nibbled. She sighed. I pumped a few times. She flooded Mom with cum. Mom drank. I pounded and delivered a hot load deep in a now well used ass.

She cried, "Oh fuck! That feels soooo good!" We laid there and waited for my cock to drop out into Mom's waiting mouth. This time Mom cleaned me up.

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I continued to shop at A&P but never was lucky enough to bump into the birthday mom after that. So, when in need, I would turn my attention to the shortest route from the Jr. college to that memorable apartment. 

And, one day, there she was! I honked, and smiled as she came to my car the first of many times. 

"Hi! Remember me? My name is Bill."

"Oh yes, I'm Lucy."

From that day forward, Lucy was always happy to see me! When I would pull my car to the curb she would jump in and have my fly open by the time I rounded the next corner. 

As I drove home she rubbed and licked my head to have me hard and ready by the time I stopped in the driveway. 

As the front door closed, she would announce, "Ass" or "throat" or "cunt!" To let me know what belonged to me for the next hour or so.

She always stripped as soon as she entered. Then based on her "desire of the day", she selected the best arena in which to be satisfied.

For ass, she flopped over a wide arm of the sofa with face and tits on the seat. At which point she would reach back and spread her cheeks. I would slip into her wet cunt a couple of times to lube up. Then, I'd pull back, hang on to her tits and bore her ass with one shot! 

After her scream died down I would work a fist into her cunt to grasp my cock thru the thin separating tissue. I'd twist a nipple and bite her neck as my hips pounded my solid cock in and out of her, 'at one time', exit only hole!

For cunt she would lay on her back on the kitchen table with her feet dangling just a few inches off the floor. I would step between her knees and rub my hard cock over her sensitive clit. Then I'd reach up and to grab her jaw with my fingers in her mouth to roll her head back so I could slap the shit out of her tits! As I did this, it would only take a very few minutes for her to gush like a fire hydrant! 

At that point, to please her, I would hammer my cock into her uterus! Then, I would grab both nipples tightly and pull her up as I straightened my knees lifting her with my frozen cock, and walk across the kitchen and back!

As I walked/pranced Lucy would put her legs on my shoulders to get me to sink in as deep as possible!

When we would cum she jumped down grabbed a paper cup to catch as much of our combined juices as possible. Then she would dress (no panties or bra) and leave. - Taking the cup to share with Mom.

For throat, Lucy ran to the bedroom! She jumped on the bed and swung around to lay on her back with her head hanging over the side with her mouth open.

All I would need to do was slide my cock in. And, if it sticks PUSH HARD to watch it move down her throat. (I love fucking this way.) 

As she gulps for air she morphs into a human milking-machine! And, my whole hot load lands peacefully in her stomach. 

As I stand there I fine tune her actions by using her nipples as twin joy sticks with twist knob control. I also slap her clit to put Lucy into boost mode! Now and then, I will pull back as I blast just to watch my cum spurt out her nose giving her a need to suck it back in so as not to lose a drop!

Over the months my friendship with Lucy has worked well for both of us. She has great after school activities and I can always test any new ideas I might dream up.

Then one day, as I approached my usual 'get Lucy' area, with a new idea or two in my mind I was very disappointed to see there were three other young ladies with her!

As I started to cruse on past Lucy stepped forward to flag me down. I stopped and lowered the window to ask. "May I help you Young Lady?"

Lucy jerked the door open saying, "Yes, please help me prove to my friends that I know how to fuck!"

I glanced at the three snickering girls, looked back at her and asked, "Do I know you?"

"Yes, you know me! You know all of my cunt, several inches of my ass, and any of my throat you can get to! Now, damn it take us to your place!"

"I don't want any trouble young lady."

"I am so horny, if I don't get fucked real soon, you will have big trouble finding your nuts!" she yelled as she grabbed my jewels.

I nodded, "K", and all four jumped in and I took off. 

As I drove home, Lucy kept reminding me of the situation with some not so gentle nut squeezing.

As we went thru the front door, I turned to Lucy and she was already naked. I spun toward the other three and their clothing was falling like rain! 

I shut the door and locked it. As I turned, Lucy ripped away my shirt. Two of the others were busy removing my shoes. Leaving number four the job of dropping my pants. I glanced down to see my cock head protruding with 'number four' sitting on her heels with her mouth agape staring. 

Lucy laughed, "First one, Hetty?" And, shoved the girls mouth over my stirring cock! 

Hetty tried to back off but was held in place by Lucy stepping forward and planting her cunt on the back of Hetty's head. She smiled at me, "Take your time, but cum! A LOT!!"

One of the "shoe girls" laughed, "Oh my look at Hetty. I don't believe it!"

Lucy giggled, "Remember, Betty, I told you he would turn your lezzy twin into a cum slut! Dona, from now on you might need to share your cocks with your favorite pussy."

"Sounds good to me. I can eat her after she gets fucked," was the happy response. "And, I always find cocks that none of our friends even know are available. I just like to fuck anything!"

And now, I knew all the players! There was my gal Lucy. Her bi (Anybody- Anyplace- Anytime- ) friend Dona, Her straight friend Betty. And, Betty's gay twin Letty. And of course me, the cock that was to teach Hetty to love cock! So much to expect from one man!

But isn't my main job to demonstrate to her friends how much Lucy loves to fuck?

Okay, and why did I want to see Lucy today? Might it have anything to do with the new items in the office? You betcha!

I turned away from a complaining Hetty telling Dona, "She's all yours till I get back."

I grabbed Lucy and Betty and headed to the office where the new equipment had been set up. Betty, who it turned out, has spent hours on the internet realized what she was looking at right away. She giggled, "Lucy is in for a juicy afternoon.", and began to plot! 

First we had Lucy mount what looked like a beach lounge chair with a seven inch butt plug. Betty put gel on the butt plug and had Lucy relax on the lounge with an inch of plug up her ass. 

Betty flipped a switch. The plug gently vibrated. Lucy smiled. Betty put a collar around Lucy's neck and leashed her to the chair back.

Betty turned a dial setting the plug to wiggle once a minute. Lucy sighed.

Next Betty fastened a weird gadget to the foot of the chair. It was kinda of a plunger device with a thumb and finger on the end. She pointed the thumb down on the perineum, eased the finger into Lucy's moistening cunt and flipped the switch. 

As she stepped back, a new vibration started and Lucy jerked!

With all the nerves from pussy to ass being addressed Betty checked the remaining equipment.

She held it up and smiled, "You are a great shopper!" She was holding what looked like a see thru business part of a milking machine for a very strange cow with two large and two small tits!

She powered it up and placed the larger cups on Lucy's tits. We watched the nipples slowly grow as her breasts were sucked in to fill the cups.

Lucy's body shuddered!

Then Betty reached in and attached the smaller cup to Lucy's clit. We watched as her clit jumped out of its hood and pulsated in the milker. 

Lucy climaxed! 

Betty clamped the remaining cup to the bottom of our subject's inner lips to begin a cum milking and collecting process. She commented, "We have a two quart container. I hope it will handle her production."

I was ready to leave when Betty said, "Let's stick around and watch the fun." And began turning dials.

The butt plug went into continuous high speed wiggle! Lucy's body collapsed driving it deep into her bowels where it would churn up the maximum ass excitement.

The pussy plunger/vibrator became a blur. The thumb buzzed as it slowly caressed her "taint". 

The milker was working overtime! It almost pulled her tits off her chest with its suck/release action. (Her sweet nipples were throbbing as they seemed to try to deliver milk!)

The clit vibrator/sucker had attracted so much blood that her clit was purple and pulsating!

For me, the steady stream of cum flowing into the collection system was all the proof I needed to know just how happy Lucy was.

Betty and I set a timer, left her in sexual bliss, and went looking for Hetty and Dona to check on Hetty's training. 

We located them in the kitchen and learned, "When Dona wants cock, Dona gets cock! And, Dona can share".

There they were with the gardener and his two helpers!

Betty and I moved on to my bedroom with but a single thought between us. It was time for a nice quiet piece of ass!!



Shopping Around



Neil and Brenden ambled through the department store. 

"Look at the sofas! This would look great under the window in our living room." Neil chimed. Brenden came behind him and wrapped his arms above his torso. With his chin crooked onto Neil's shoulder, Brenden glanced over the couch. A three-seat leather couch with a wooden frame sat in front of them. It looked comfortable enough.

"A seats a seat." He responded. Brenden nuzzled the needles of his growing beard beneath Neil's ear, met with a sough. 

"Stop it! Ngh! Someone might see us."

"I don't care, heh." Chortled Brenden. 

Without much more protest, the pair of mouths pressed against each other. Neil took in Brenden's bottom lip and lapped it slowly before gnawing on it ever-so gently. Their hands pawed over each other's groins. There wouldn't be much more arguing after this point. 

"Ok-fine! Let's do this." A hesitant smirk lit up Neil's face.

Neil remained pinned against the cold metal of a display fridge. One or two footsteps on occasion, would break the silence of the otherwise empty department store. Brenden planted kisses along the base of Neil's jawline. Neil began to fidget as his partner started mixing in the occasional nibble onto his tender skin. In spite of the kerfuffle amongst the kitchen appliances, no eyes were turned in their direction.

"J-just keep it quiet." gasped Neil, as he let the last of his resistance rest. Brenden only responded with a snicker. He turned around and braced the fridge. His right eye settled on the horizon beyond the stainless steel door of the refrigerator. Neil stood fixated on the pathway leading away from them. No one was coming down the tiled walkway.

Brenden brought himself in close. He could feel Neil's body press against him out of instinct. The original whines and whimpers were replaced with near-silent giggling and heavier breathing. Brenden's nose sifted through the soft brown hair of his partner and reveled in the faint scent of lavender. The hum of a zipper pulling down brought his attention back to Neil. His own thumbs slid underneath the waistband of his athletic shorts and brought them down, just past the base of his erection. He chuckled and noted that his pubic hair had grown in a little more since the last time they encountered each other. In front of him, Neil pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to see the curvature of his rear-end.

"... Beautiful." he muttered as he caressed Neil's two cheeks.

Neil smiled though his eyes rolled. "Shh.. Someone might hear us."

Brenden got to work. "Sorry babe, no lube."

Neil took in a deep breath as his partner wormed in, inch by inch. With a satisfied, shaky exhalation, Neil yielded and engulfed his love. Against the sting, Neil pressed himself against Brenden without pause. His body followed instinct in those moments and began to buck.

"Woah, slow down there..." laughed Brenden, who began to thrust against his partner's rhythm. Neil closed his eyes and let the pain ride itself out, before basking in the splendid pressure inside. Brenden couldn't help but smirk. The Neil's tight warmth towed Brenden deeper inside, earning a series of satisfied grunts and groans. Insatiable. Thought Brenden.

Brenden always enjoyed the soft babel coming from his lover. He leaned in and slowly brought the ridge of Neil's ear into his mouth. One hand slid up, underneath Neil's shirt, feeling the clear, smooth skin.

Their movements accelerated frantically. Whatever attention they had been giving the store and whoever was left inside was abandoned and redirected into the moment. A low drumbeat filled the corridor; composed of the clasping of skin, and the rapid tinks of a belt-buckle against the fridge. Hungry teeth devoured skin, and nails dug into receptive flesh. It wasn't long before Neil's knees wobbled and buckled. He had finished inside of his black briefs with long breath of air. Brenden slammed himself one last time into the depths, spilling his seed. His enthralled groan was immediately overtaken by the intercom buzzing.

"The store will be closing in five minutes. Please take your items to the checkout counter." The auxiliary lights in the hallways began to shut off, leaving the main paths illuminated for the young couple. Their flushed faces turned towards each other and they settled in for one last smack. Neil draped his arms around Brenden's neck and settled their foreheads together. 

"I love you..." Neil exhaled.

"I love you too." Brenden huffed before pulling Neil in for a tight embrace. 

The couple yanked their clothing back into position and bolted toward the door, laughing throughout.



Shopping at Briarwood



When I lived in Michigan I used to do a lot of shopping at Briarwood Mall in Ann Arbor. One day, while picking up an order at J.C.Penny, I noticed a rather attractive woman of about twenty-five pushing a stroller with a child of about two in it. She was dressed in a tube top, shorts, high heels and had absolutely fabulous legs. You do not normally see something like that during the day in a mall. Being the 'dirty old man' that I am (I have been a DOM since I was thirteen) and being as turned on by heels as I am, I would normally have approached her. Hitting on a married woman has never been a problem for me, but even I have to draw the line somewhere and a married woman with a child in tow just had to be off-limits. But (there is always a 'but' - isn't there?) I was not about to deprive myself of the visual experience so when she left Penny's I followed at what I thought was a discrete distance.

She moved through the mall and when she went into a shop I would either follow her in, if it was a big store, or wait outside if it was small. This went on for about half an hour and then she went into a shoe store. I watched as she tried on several pairs of high heels and by the time she was ready to leave the store I had a cock that was so stiff that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk and follow her. She left that shoe store and went to another and again I positioned myself where I could watch without being too obvious about it. I was again afforded the pleasure of being able to watch her as she tried on high heels. She would put them on, stretch her legs out and look at them, and get up and walk around on them. 

And then I f found out that I had not been as sneakily discrete as I thought I was. She had just put on a pair of black 'come fuck me' pumps and had taken a few steps in them when suddenly she stopped, picked up a pair of white pumps that she had already tried on, and then turned and walked right toward me. She stopped in front of me and said, "I can't make up my mind. I like them both. What do you think?" 

I've always been quick on my feet so, even though I was somewhat taken aback at being so easily discovered I replied quickly that it would depend on what she was buying them for. "The black ones are by far the sexiest, but the white ones, while they convey sexual overtones, are more elegant."

She laughed, "I don't need sexy - my husband wants to fuck me all the time as it is." 

I told her I couldn't blame him one bit and that if she didn't have her kid with her it would be all I could do to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and looking for a dark corner myself. I suggested that she buy both pairs, but she said she only had enough money to get one. So I said, "Tell you what - I'll buy you both pair, you put on the black ones and then spend another hour walking around the mall while I follow and watch." 

She gave me a big grin and told me I had a deal.

For the next hour I followed her around the mall as she went into dress shops and shoe stores and the like, but now I was close enough behind her to enjoy the view and hold a conversation. It was almost like we were husband and wife. She would take a dress and go into the dressing room and then call for me to come in a zip or unzip her. Several time she would pull a dress off and stand there in front of me naked and on one of those occasions she reached down and rubbed the bulge in my pants, "poor baby - I'm really doing a number on you, aren't I?"

I was actually looking forward to the hour being up. As soon as she was gone I planned to have a masturbation session in the closest mens room. She finally looked at her watch and announced that she really needed to get home and put the baby down for its nap. She asked me to walk her to her car and after we had gotten there and she had strapped the baby into the car seat, she looked around to see if there was anybody else around and then she knelt down in front of me. She opened my pants and worked my stiff cock out and started licking the head. After a few licks she took me in her mouth and gave me head for a minute or so and then she stood up and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Thanks for a fun afternoon, you've been a real sweetheart." 

As I stood there trying to stick my still hard cock back into my pants she started her car, backed out and drove away.

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Interestingly enough, I met her again about two years later at a cocktail party given by some friends. I was introduced to both her and her husband and I could tell that she did not recognize me. I watched her for most of the evening as she mingled with the other guests. She was wearing a knee length dress and white heels and I thought they might even be the ones I'd bought her. She looked sexy enough to eat and given the chance I would probably have been willing to do it in front of all the assembled guests. Toward the end of the evening I finally caught her alone and I said to her, "Black would have been sexier, but the white is elegant and they really do your legs justice." 

She looked at me as if I was some kind of wacko and then I saw the recognition sweep over her face. I gave her my biggest and best smile and walked away. About twenty minutes later, as I was coming out of the bathroom I saw her waiting in the hall. She grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back into the bathroom. After closing and locking the door she said, "We have some unfinished business to take care of." 

She knelt down in front of me and proceeded to give me a very memorable blowjob. When she had me at the point of eruption, being the gentleman I always try to be, I warned her I was about to cum. All she did was grab my ass and pull me deeper into her mouth and I rewarded her by pumping what felt like a pint of cum down her throat. She kept my cock in her mouth until I was limp and then she stood up and kissed me on the mouth, working her tongue in to give me a taste of myself. I asked her to sit down so I could repay the favor, but she said that she needed to get back to her husband. She looked at me thoughtfully and then she asked me if I would be willing to do it while her husband watched. I did not hesitate in answering in the affirmative. It would be a first for me, doing it while the husband watched, but I would do almost anything for a shot at her. 

I followed them home and spent four glorious hours with her while her husband watched. I visit her at least four times a week now, sometimes with her husband watching, and sometimes when he is not there, but the best times with her are when we go to Briarwood and shop for heels and sexy lingerie. Many times we haven't even gotten out of the parking lot before we are at each other. I do not know how long this arrangement can last, but I hoping that it will be the rest of my life. 



Shopping at Love Stuff



I love Fridays, especially when it happens to be my regular day off from work. I was looking forward to a relaxing three day weekend. I needed to go shopping. I hate crowds and the idea of parking lots and standing in line is not my idea of enjoyment and was not going to put it off till Saturday. 

I was in need of some sexy bras and my collection of adult toys had become almost non existent. I woke up with a headache that morning, for the third day I might add, but felt I needed to get out and get some fresh air. I did not let that discourage me from going. 

I dressed, putting on a very low cut top, a short tight skirt, a lacy see through pushup bra that barely covered my nipples, and a thong. The thought is always in the back of my mind to be ready and prepared to take advantage of any situation in case a chance opportunity show off my body comes my way. After all, I was going to a shop that sold sexy clothes and sexual objects. 

The drive there cleared my head and I was pleased to notice my headache was almost gone. It was a beautiful day with the sun shinning, not too cool or too warm. I'd never been to this shop before and did not know how I would feel going in there alone. 

I had called and made sure of the location before leaving home and found it with no problems. In fact, the shop use to be a restaurant and I had actually eaten there before. I don't remember much of the meal but was glad to see they replaced it with this shop. 

I pulled into the parking lot and saw two older women walking to their car, I do not mean old just older than me by about 8 to 10 years. Seeing them made me feel a lot more comfortable about going in by myself 

I parked and sat in the car for a second enjoying the tingling between my legs and knew that my panties were getting wet. I rubbed my pussy, teasing my clit and sliding my finger into my warm wet pussy. I almost came but did not let myself. I wanted to enjoy the anticipation and did not bring myself to climax. . I walked into the store feeling a quiver of excitement go through me. At first it looked like a typical lingerie store and I began to browse. The first thing I found was a sheer top. It had some sort of design on it and I am not sure how see through it is but the salesman said those magic words, "Everything on that rack is 75% off" So I decided it was a must have and even bought two with different designs. 

I then walked over toward the back of the store and was looking at bras when I noticed the back room. Before going in the sales clerk asked to see my ID and I knew that I would find almost anything anyone would want in that room. It was like walking into a gold mind and there were several people already in there looking, A few couples and two or three guys who were alone.

I probably spent an hour looking and experiencing the pleasure of being turned on just looking at the merchandise. 

I was in Mobile IM with my trucker friend and even sent him an IM telling him that being in this store was making me horny, well hornier than I already was. I could feel my panties getting wetter to the point of running down my thighs. 

The first thing I looked at were the vibrators. There was such a large selection to choose from. I knew I was going to buy one since mine was pretty much worn out.

I squatted down to look at the ones lowest to the floor. My legs spread and I wished I had not worn a thong so that my pussy would be seen. I felt people walk behind me and pass.

I noticed a man make his way around and he began to look at the vibrators too. I glanced up at him and noticed he was looking down my shirt. He quickly looked away and I wiggled my shoulders, making my shirt droop and hang down. I knew this made it easier for him to see my tits.

Looking up at him I noticed that he could not keep his eyes off my tits. My eyes met his and he could tell by my look that I did not mind him looking and was even enjoying the fact that he was able to see my full breasts and erect nipples. 

He lowered his eyes and took in the fact that I was squatting with my legs spread. He backed up a few feet and knelt on the floor with the pretense of looking at the merchandise but his eyes were on my wet pussy. It was wet and dripping and I knew he could tell my thong was soaking wet.

We never said a word but it lasted a good minute or two. I found the vibrator I wanted and stood up. I had chosen one that is suppose to reach your g spot and knew I would try it out as soon as I got home. 

I knew my other purchase would be a butterfly and walked to that section. I wanted something that I could hold to my clit that would be inconspicuous if I wanted to wear it out sometime. I compared and decided on the one I wanted. I kept glancing at the man and could tell he was keeping an eye on me too. 

I then spent time looking at other items. Some items I thought were pretty interesting and some I was not sure I would ever need. They had a large selection of movies and I walked over looking at the titles. It was then I heard a couple talking about the store having a viewing room in the back. 

I knew what I had to do. I picked up a couple of the movies and looked around catching his eye, He glanced down and noticed the movies in my hand. I walked toward the back to the viewing room and casually turned and looked back at him. At the doorway to the hall where the viewing room, I hesitated, turned and smiled at him. 

I went down the hall and found an empty room. Going in, I left the door ajar so he would have no trouble finding me. I felt my juices running down my thigh. I put a movie in and it started to play. 

I knew the moment he walked into the room without turning around. I heard him shut the door and heard the lock click. 

My back to him, he walked up behind me. His arms came around me and one hand reached for my tits and the other pushed my skirt up and he started rubbing my pussy. I pushed my ass toward him feeling his hard cock pressing against me. 

He pulled on my thong pushing it down. I stepped out of them and notice he reached down and picked them up. 

My back still to him, he pushed me over a cabinet and shoved his cock into my pussy from behind, pumping it hard in and out. I moaned loudly. My ass rocked back meeting each of his thrusts. He kept driving his cock into me harder and faster. He was rubbing my pussy and squeezing my tits. I screamed out when I began to climax, my juices pouring out of my pussy. He fucked me harder and faster and I continued to cum. 

It did not matter how loud I got, the movie was playing. His arms still holding my from behind he pulled me up until I was standing. My legs were shaking and even though I had just cum I was still aroused. 

He turned me around facing him and had backed me against the wall. There was a chair rail there. Putting his hands on my legs, lifting me up against the wall. I felt the chair rail bracing my ass. My legs went around his waist and he slammed his hard cock deep inside my wet throbbing pussy. He fucked me harder and deeper than the first time. 

Screaming out when I began climaxing again, I felt my whole body quiver inside and out. He held me so tight I could not get away from him. He pumped harder and faster and I felt him begin to cum. He collapsed against me and I felt his jerking slow. 

He slipped his cock out of my pussy, letting go of me I slid down the wall. I grabbed the rail to keep from sliding to the floor. When I looked up he had put his cock back into his pants and had zipped them. 

He walked over and took the movie out of the viewing machine and looked at me and said, "I think I just might buy this movie, it has some good memories."

He walked to the door and let himself out. Cum was running down my legs. I looked around for my thong and it was no where to be found. I knew then that he had put them into his pocket as a souvenir. I opened my purse glad to have some Kleenex to help clean up. 

I picked up the items I was going to buy and walked out of the room on shaking legs. Taking my items to the checkout I paid the cashier and discussed lotions and other sexual jells with another customer waiting to check out. 

I left the store left the store with my purchases and when I got in my car I sat there for several minutes. 

I began to rub my tender clit, gently sliding my finger deep inside my pussy. It felt so good and I could not believe I was aroused again. My finger stroked my clit and slid back inside my pussy. I felt the tingle turn to pressure build and knew that I was going to cum again. I moaned out loud when I began to cum and felt the wetness seep from my pussy.

I sat there for a moment realizing that I was still sitting in the parking lot. I looked a round to see if anyone had noticed but did not see anyone and the thought that if they had, excited me. I could not believe I had climaxed again after the fucking I had just had in the viewing room.

I was tempted to go on home but still had some shopping to do. I had not found a bra I liked there, I decided to go to the Mall, to Victoria's Secret. 

When I got to the store they were having a sale and I bought three sexy bras for almost the price you would pay for one. The whole time I was very aware of my naked and wet pussy. 

I walked to the car and opened the trunk to put my purchases in. Knowing people were walking to and from the store, I bent over into my trunk of my car and felt the cool air hit my naked ass. I spread my legs to make sure that anyone who looked would be able to see my pussy from behind. 

Closing the trunk I got in my car and decided to go home before the afternoon work traffic got too heavy. I got on the freeway and traffic was moving pretty steady when about a mile up the road it came to a dead stop.

At first I was aggravated because I had wanted to get home and check out my purchases. My lane moved some and I just happened to be beside a truck. I pushed my seat belt aside and so that my breasts are more easily seen and then adjusted my shirt to where the trucker would be able to enjoy the view. 

I pushed the cup of my bra down so my nipples would be over the top and visible. I pulled the neck line down so I was sure he would be able to pretty much see all of my tits. 

Easing up a little more beside the cab of the truck, I was able to see him in his side mirror. I kept staring until we made eye contact. Immediately I saw him glance down and I saw the look of surprise on his face when he noticed my breasts could be seen.

I was still in Mobile IM with my trucker friend. I told him what was happening and of course he cheered me on, giving me little tips as to what truckers like to see. I seemed to be doing pretty good by myself at the moment though. I had not told him about my encounter in the viewing room but knew he would enjoy hearing about it.

The trucker kept his eyes on the side mirror. Not taking my eyes off him I reached up and circled one of my nipples with the tip of my finger. I could see him mouth the word WOW! I think my trucker friend enjoyed the experience of being told what I was doing especially when I described the reaction of the guy in the truck.

I enjoyed the feeling of being caught up in a wave of sexual stimulation. I wanted to pull over on the side of the road and masturbate to relieve some more of the pressure that had been building up again. 

All too soon the traffic began to move. I never did pull my top back up and I stayed about the same speed as the truck letting him enjoy taking peeks .

It was sort of like foreplay, getting excited by exposing my tits and knowing when I got home I would play with my new toys. I felt the tingle and burning between my legs and would rub my pussy against my seat feeling the pressure grow. I almost climaxed that way. 

The trucker and I seemed to be going the same route. He even got off at the exit I take to go home. He was good-looking and I can say the thought was tempting to turn into the truck stop where he turned. 

I drove by and thought of what ifs and figure tomorrows another day. 

When I got home the first thing I did was open my toys and tried the butterfly. The vibration on my clit w as wonderfully satisfying. I then took the vibrator and slid it in and out of me. Remembering my experience throughout the day my orgasm was both clitoral and vaginal. 

Afterwards, I lay there thinking that this was the best off day and shopping trip I have experienced in a long time.



Shopping at the Mall



This is the third installment of a story that started with "Show & Tell Dinner" and "Job Interview with a Twist". If you enjoyed those stories, you'll probably like this one, and vice versa. Enjoy.

Katie drove slowly to Alice's apartment. She'd had the best night's sleep she'd had in months, and now five hours later she was still feeling warm and rested. The day before with Kyle and Alice had been perfect, exactly as she'd planned. They were both wonderful people and she hoped that her relationships with them would continue to grow and flourish.

Kyle was very special to her. Not only was he a great employer, fair, honest, and not overly pushy, but he was a sweet guy, too. He'd always spent time talking to her and treating her like an equal, unlike her previous bosses who had thought of as nothing more than a curvaceous piece of meat. So much for them. They hadn't even gotten the time of day from her, while Kyle had got it all.

He was cute, too. Very cute. She couldn't resist his smile, which made interaction with him very difficult. He was smiling all the time. He was always upbeat and spending time picking up her mood, no matter how bad a day she was having. She was glad their relationship had shifted from boss/secretary, to friends, and now to lovers. Kyle was a good man, and she knew she would enjoy any amount of time she spent with him.

Alice, too, had her great points, even though they'd only known each other a short while. Katie had never really considered being with another woman. She'd experimented a little high school, but never fully gone down that path. She just wasn't attracted to women as much as men, until she met Alice. As soon as Alice and Katie had locked eyes she knew they were meant to be together. Her accepting Kyle really helped, because there was no way she was leaving Kyle. At least, not yet.

Her body really attracted Katie as well. Her frame exemplified everything Katie thought a female's body should be, and everything Katie had been trying to become all her life. If she couldn't have the body she wanted for herself, maybe she could have Alice's body for a while, at least.

Alice was a sexual firecracker, which turned Katie on instantly. She knew that with the two of them working in the same office together, work would never be boring again, especially with the new developments with Kyle. She liked both of them very well and wanted their relationships together to last. She'd never been in a lasting relationship with a person, but now she had two people she was willing to maintain relationships with.

With the thoughts of her developing relationship with the Kyle and Alice filling her mind, she almost missed the turn into the drive for the apartment complexes where Alice lived. She found a parking spot and slipped into a slot in front of a two story, thirty-six unit apartment building that exactly resembled the other five nearby except for the numbers over the front door. Mounting the stairs to the door she rang the buzzer for Alice's apartment. Ironically, a boyfriend of hers had lived in the apartment the floor below Alice's three years earlier. She hoped it was a sign that she was moving up in the world.

"Come on in, the door's unlocked," Alice's voice crackled over the intercom.

The door was indeed open. It had been wedged with a shoe in an attempt to get some fresh spring air into the building. She climbed the half flight of stairs and turned down the hallway to Alice's door. Once there she found the door open a crack, waiting patiently for her to push it open and enter.

Stepping inside the apartment she could hear the clackings of plastic on porcelain emanating from the bathroom. "Hellooo?" she called.

"Hi, Katie. Come on in, I'm just finishing up." Katie shut the door behind her and Alice stepped around the corner as if on cue. The air rushed from Katie's lungs as she saw Alice. Pure lust filled her to replace the missing air as she stared at Alice standing before her, wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. Alice was pushing her hair up to apply a clip, her exposed tits waved in the air pointing their stiff nipples at Katie with each movement.

Alice pulled the clip out of her mouth and into her hair. "I hope you don't mind. I just got out of the shower and I hate getting dressed right away."

Katie recovered quickly, talking quickly to cover her embarassment. "No. I don't mind. I was just starting to wonder if you greeted all your guests like this."

Alice smiled broadly, "Only the ones I like. Make yourself comfortable, I'll only be a couple of minutes." Katie couldn't help but watch Alice's ass as she walked back into the bathroom. She felt a little over dressed at Alice's skimpy attire.

She strode to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame as she watched Alice get ready. "I feel like I should take something off. I'm feeling a little overdressed with you like that."

"Go ahead," Alice told her, looking at her over her shoulder in the mirror. "Mi casa, su casa. You can wear whatever you like."

There was a spark of sexuality in Alice's eye that made Katie really consider the offer. She played with the bottom of her t-shirt a minute before making her decision. 'What the hell. Why not,' she thought as she pulled the shirt up and off. Without hesitating she unclasped the bra and tossed it down to join her shirt.

Alice moved over a little so she could have a clear view at Katie's voluptuous tits while she applied her makeup. "Feel better?"

"Much. Thank you. Thanks for the offer."

"Not a problem, it's my pleasure."

"We'll see," Katie teased. Their eyes locked together in the mirror and neither of them could hide the lust in them.

Alice cleared her throat first. "Are we going to go shopping or stay and play?"

"I don't know. I was all set to go shopping until I saw you. Now I think my will is crumbling. You look good enough to eat."

"Copy that for you, girl. Why don't we save our hungers for later, and use the energy for shopping. We have a lot of money to use up."

Katie almost groaned. She really couldn't wait to taste Alice's sweet inner nectars. "Alright. I know of an electronics store downtown that's having a going out of business sale this week. I was thinking we could go down and blow what money I have left from the other night and a chunk of our current cash."

Alice grinned. "You're on."

Katie offered a wicked grin, "You have no idea."

It was already after six thirty when the girls left the electronics store. They had managed to snag a good video camera that could double as a still camera as well. They'd also managed to pick up quite a few peripherals and now had eight hours of tape to record to, provided all the batteries were fully charged.

"Where to now?" Alice asked as they slid into Katie's car.

"Doesn't matter to me. Anywhere you want."

"I've never gone shopping for business style outfits before. Where do you think we should go?"

Katie smiled and glanced over at her as she started the car. "The mall, of course."

Alice giggled. They had only just really started shopping and already she was having a blast with Katie. She was a fun girl to be with. A good friend, as well as a good lover. Paired up with Kyle, the two of them were all she'd ever need to satisfy her every craving. And so far, Katie was a great person to hang out with. She was funny, kind, and sensitive. Everything that drove her nuts about a woman.

Alice decided she'd show her just how nuts Katie made her. She reached into the back seat, twisting her body towards and into Katie so her breasts rubbed against Katie's arm while she fumble around in the back seat. Pretending to not be able to reach the package she was aiming for she set her right foot on the center console for an extra boost. She knew that the position would allow Katie to look down her skirt into her bare crotch, where she'd shirked her panties in favor of the cool sensations of fresh spring air wafting up to her pussy.

Alice lurched to the side as Katie tugged the wheel to set them back on a course than wouldn't send them jumping the curb and into a used car lot. For safety reasons, Alice decided to abort her tease and instead retrieve the package which was now well within reach. Facing front again she settled into her seat with the boxed camera. Looking down she saw that her skirt had ridden up and was now barely covering her bare snatch. She considered pulling her skirt back down until she looked at Katie, who was blushing faintly and coyly trying to sneak peeks at her out of the corner of her eye.

"It's okay, Katie. I don't mind you looking. I like it, and I want you to look."

"You mean that wasn't an accident when you leaned back?"

Alice chuckled. "Nope. It was fully intended for you to look. If I'd known it was going to cause an accident though, I probably wouldn't have done it."

Katie blushed deeper. "Sorry about that. I don't know what is, but there's just something about your body I can't resist."

"Not just my body, I hope."

Katie tore her face from the road for a few seconds to look Alice full in the eyes, "No. There's more than that in my attraction to you."

"Good. Because I'm really liking you, too." She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Katie's cheek where she'd turned her eyes back to the road.

Lapsing back into silence Alice unwrapped the camera and started playing with its controls. Even though purchasing the camera had been Katie's idea, already she was thinking of different ways to use the compact recorder. Finally she decided to use it to document their shopping trip.

She checked the tape and battery. Alice looked up mischievously at Katie before hitting the record button. Katie returned the glance with a suspicious flinch before giving in to Alice's playfullness. With the camera running Alice held it up in front of her, the view finder turned 180 so she could see herself as she talked. "Hellooo, Kyle. Well, Katie and I are on our shopping trip which you have sponsored. See there's Katie." She twisted the camera to place Katie in its view finder. Katie smiled broadly and offered a small wave.

Pointing the camera back at herself, Alice continued, "I'm going to offer a small piece of warning. When you hand two girls a wad of money with the command, 'go forth and shop' that's what they're going to do. First on our shopping list was this delightful little camera so we could record our shopping for you. So you'd know that your money wasn't going to waste, of course. To prove that you're getting your money's worth, watch as I undress Katie while she drives."

Katie looked decidedly worried as Alice turned the camera around and pointed it towards Katie's waist. Alice leaned over, hooked a thumb into Katie's jeans, and deftly unbuttoned them. "This may not be entirely safe," Katie warned.

"No, but I'm having fun so go with it."

Katie couldn't help smiling. Honestly, the attention, and being so near Alice, was having quite the effect on her. She could already begin to feel the warm tingling that let her know her body liked the attention as well.

With a loud zip, Katie's zipper was open and Alice was tugging on the flaps of the jeans, pulling the material apart to display the front of Katie's black thong. "Mmmm...Katie says you have a thing for panties, Kyle. Is that true? I hate to disappoint, but I had to go without today. I just had to feel that spring air on my cunt." She turned the camera from Katie's groin to her own, where she lifted her skirt to record her bare pussy lips on film.

Rubbing a hand across and into the soft folds of her vagina she asked the camera, "You don't mind, do you? I can make it up to you. Better yet, I'd like you to kiss it and make it up to me." She played with herself a few seconds more before turning her attention back to Katie. She slipped her hand under Katie's panties and down past her trimmed pubic line to her soft cunt. Her fingers rubbed against the rim before pushing inside. "You're wet already, babe? Are you hot for me?"

"Ohhh yyeeesss," Katie moaned. "That feels so good."

Alice continued working Katie's cunt. She reveled in the sensations of her fingers slipping in and out of Katie's wet hole. Meanwhile, the camera recorded the bulges and ripples Alice's fingers caused in the denim of the jeans where she worked on Katie's sex. Alice's fingers were beginning to feel real heat when Katie reluctantly said, "We're here. Stop for a second so I can park this car before you cause an accident."

"That would be bad. I just want to cause an accident in your pants."

Katie somehow managed to pull into a reclusive parking spot through the lust generated haze in her head. As soon as the car was in park and turned off she pushed her jeans and thong down, revealing her steaming cunt to the camera and Alice's administering finger. Alice began work in earnest, slinging her fingers over and into Katie's slick pussy with experienced fingers. Katie squeezed her own tits through her t-shirt as her body began to shake. She moaned loudly and suddenly Alice could feel Katie's cunt contracting against her nimble hand. Alice worked her magic on Katie until Katie's orgasm finally subsided.

Katie sat resting a few minutes before reaching into the back seat and retrieving a neatly folded towel she had laying on the floorboards. "What's that there for?" Alice asked.

"Something Kyle told me a while ago. 'Always know where you towel is,' he'd said. 'It's the single most useful item in the universe.' Says he got the idea from a book somewhere and it seemed to fit, so I've always kept one in my car since then." Katie wiped herself and the seat dry and then turned to Alice. "You're turn, sexy."

Alice thought about it a second before responding, "That's alright. I can wait. Let's get the shopping started."

Katie almost pouted at the temporary denial. She was really starting to look forward to getting at Alice's little lust box.

Alice turned the camera back to herself, "Sorry, but that's it for now, Kyle. We'll see you, or more appropriately, you'll see us, in the mall. Bye bye, sweetie."

As soon as she thumbed the button to shut the camera off Katie started, "Inside the mall? Are you nuts? They'll kick us out for sure."

"This coming from the same girl who, two days ago, was flashing her koochie for all the world to see."

Katie blushed a light shade of pink. "I was a little buzzed then. And besides, it wasn't the whole world, it was meant for Kyle only."

"This is for Kyle, too. Maybe you're right though, I could use a little drink to loosen me up, too. Why don't you move the car to over there next to that restaraunt. It's still early enough we should be able to get a couple of seats at the bar without any problems."

"Someone in the mall will see the camera. It'll only take one call to security to get us kicked out."

"No one will see the camera. I saw that big 'ole hand bag you carry around that you call a purse. This camera will fit in there easily. Besides, we're not going to do anything illegal. We're just two girls out for a little extra fun in the mall."

Katie slid the the car smoothly into a new parking spot. "You're right, maybe I could use a little loosening up. Not too much though, I still have to drive."

The girls exited from the bar laughing, arm in arm. Realizing that they were back in public they straightened up and unhooked arms, holding a hand over their mouths to stifle the last of their laughter. They had talked about everything in the bar easily available to their feminine minds. Everything, that is, except Kyle and why they were at the mall. It wasn't an avoidance of the subject, it was just that they had so many other things in common. They really enjoyed each others' company, and were more intoxicated with each other than their drinks could be blamed for.

Alice cleared her throat and muscled her smile down to a grin that turned up resistantly at the corners of her mouth. "Where to next? We're going to have to hurry. The mall's closing in a couple of hours."

"I know a great place down this hall that has a couple of outfits you'll love. We'll start there."

Shopping with Alice was fun, Katie thought. She wasn't a screaming fireball of energy, but she did have an exuberant personality that lifted Katie's spirits and seemed to make the whole experience more fun. Katie wished the day would never end.

They weren't in the store long before Alice said, "Okay. I'm going to go try these on. I'll be right back."

"I've got some things I want to try on as well," Katie replied. "I'll meet up with you at the cash register."

Alice nodded and the two headed for the changing rooms. Katie shut the door behind her and set her purse on the bench with a thunk, the camera impacting lightly with the wood surface of the bench. She stared at her purse for a minute while an idea formed itself from the fogs of imagination. Smiling, she pulled the camera from her purse and set it on the hand bag. She adjusted the angle until it pointed at her from waist to knee. She only had a skirt and pair of shorts to try on so that was all she needed.

She hit the record button and took a step back. She unzipped her jeans and pushed them to the floor, leaning forward as she did so that her thong was temporarily hidden from camera view by her pendulating breasts. Straightening back up she slipped her fingers behind the hip bands of her thong and slowly adjusted it back into place, flashing bits of pussy for the camera. She retrieved the shorts and slid them up her long legs. Zipping them in place she twirled to display them for the camera.

"What do you think, Kyle? Do they look good?" she whispered into the camera.

She frowned slightly when she realized the camera wouldn't answer with Kyle's voice. She liked the teasing, but she needed Kyle and his soft deep voice with its sensual lilts that he only added when flirting. Sighing, she took the shorts off without ceremony. She was going to turn the camera off to pity herself through an alcohol induced bout of depression when she heard Alice bump against the changing room wall.

Just the sound of Alice was enough to cheer Katie back up. Well, if she couldn't have Kyle there with her, she could make him wish that he was. She slipped into the skirt and took a few moments to look at herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she liked it she turned back to the camera to whisper, "You like this one, Kyle? I don't know. Do you think it's easy access enough?" She lifted the front of her skirt to flash her pantied pussy at him. "Oooh. I think it is. Or is it more accessible this way?" She turned around and bent forward, pulling the skirt up and over her ass. "That's better. In fact, when you see this skirt, this is the way I want you to do me. I want to feel your thick prick in my pussy, pounding away while my tits swing wild under me. Can you do that for me? Can you do me like that? I thought you could. You're such a good boy."

She straightened up and shut the camera off. Changing back into her jeans she left the booth to find Alice waiting for her. "Do you always talk to yourself, or was the alcohol doing the talking?"

"You could hear me?"

"Not every word, but I could hear enough to know that you were talking."

Katie blushed a little, "I had the camera on. I was talking to Kyle."

Alice talked as they put some of the clothes back on the racks and went to pay for the ones they liked. "I told you you would like having it along."

Their conversation paused long enough for the two to pay with the cash Kyle had given them. Once they were outside the store Katie started again. "It was fun, even though it's not the same as having Kyle's warm voice and body with me."

"Yeah, but think of how he's going to go at you the next time he sees you. We're going to drive him wild. Oh! Here! I want to go in this shop. Switch purses with me. I need to have some fun, too."




Shopping at the Mall



They exchanged wicked glances even as they exchanged purses. Once in the store it didn't take Alice long to pick out a couple of outfits and disappear into a changing room. Katie grinned to herself, knowing that Alice was all too eager to show off her body.

Alice hung the selected outfits on the hooks provided and set the large purse on the tiny bench the builder thought was large enough to sit on. She pulled the camera out of the bag and set it on the purse, sliding the contents of the purse around until it sat at an angle she thought was good enough. The camera was pointed sharply upward. It wasn't a perfect angle, but it was enough to film Alice from mid thigh to head, even if she did have to lean forward a little to look down into the lens.

It only took her seconds to strip out of her skirt and shirt and stand naked before the camera. "Sorry, Kyle. But I just couldn't bring myself to wear any underwear on a beautiful day like today. I hope you forgive me." She mock pouted and slipped into her first outfit, which was a light summer dress that hung loosely from the shoulders until a cute little belt was cinched tight around the waist. It wasn't quite the style she liked to wear, but she had thought it looked cute on the rack. Now that she saw it on her she knew it wouldn't work. She modeled briefly in front of the mirror and camera before slipping it back off.

Next was a similar dress, but this time it buttoned all the way down the front. The buttons were large and decorative with large loops that wrapped around them to hold the dress closed. Not only that, but the dress was fitted well enough that it hugged her frame quite nicely. Racy thoughts shot through her head and she turned to share them with the camera and Kyle. "What do you think? Is this professional enough? I think so. What if I undo the bottom button. Oh, that'll never do. How about the bottom five? Is that better? How would you like to see me on your desk, these buttons undone, spreadeagled and waiting for you to shove your tongue into my wet and desperate hole? Would you like that? Yeah? I will, too."

She finished unbuttoning it and put it back on its hanger. Next was a pair of light pants that she thought would be light enough to last through the summer months. She put on a matching jacket that she had selected to match a skirt she had also picked out. The jacket was short and didn't clasp in the front. It definitely needed a shirt under it to be considered appropriate in public. "What do you think Kyle? Think this jacket needs something under it? No? Good, I don't either. With this on I'll be able to sneak a tweak at my nipple whenever I want." She slipped a hand under the breast of the jacket and fondled her tit for a few seconds, just to make sure she was telling the truth.

"I know you didn't say you wanted pants, but I think they're cute. Can I get them anyway? Thanks. I think you're cute, too." She pushed the pants down and next tried on the skirt she'd selected for the jacket. It was tight, but she liked her skirts tight. It had long slits up the sides that ended just above mid thigh. It definitely wasn't a conservative business skirt, but it was cut well enough to pass. Her favorite part was the zipper above one of the slits. Meaning she could unzip it to show more skin on one side if she wanted.

"What about this one, Kyle? Is this one good enough? What if I twist it to the side?" She did so. The skirt wasn't cut to fit that way, but a short pull on the zipper cured that. The slits in the skirt hung now between her legs, and now that she had unzipped it a little, her pussy was just barely covered by the material. "Is this good, Kyle? Oh, not for me. I think it needs to go in back so you can have full access to my tight little anus. I just loved being stuffed by your big tool yesterday. I can't wait to feel it again. Will you do me from behind when I wear this skirt? Will you bend me over and make me beg to feel it?"

She finished unzipping the skirt, hung it back up, and moved closer to the camera, positioning her cunt just over the lens. The autofocus adjusted, displaying her pussy full and point blank for the camera. She couldn't resist slipping her hands down to her crotch. She quietly played with her labia for a few moments before inserting a finger into her wet hole. She worked it back and forth a few times before turning around. Using her free hand she spread her ass cheek while she placed her cunt juice slickened finger against her puckered anus. She pushed slowly with the digit until it was buried past the second knuckle. She shoved in and out a few times and moaned lustfully. Satisfied, even if not sated, she pulled her finger out and finished dressing.

Alice opened the dressing room door to find an employee about to knock on the door. "I was just going to see if you were okay. I heard some moaning a few moments ago and thought you might be sick."

Over the salesgirl's shoulder Katie had her mouth covered tightly, trying to repress peals of laughter. Alice had a hard time keeping a straight face as she explained that she was alright and ready to check out.

As soon as they were out of the store Katie let go and started openly laughing. "Stop it," Alice told her. "You're making a scene."

Louder laughter ripped from Katie's throat. "I'm making a scene? You should have seen the reaction of the people in the store when they heard you. I've never seen so many different expressions at the same time."

Alice was laughing by now, too. "Alright. So maybe I was a little loud. But at least I gave Kyle a little more to work himself up about."

"Oh really? We'll see about that." Katie could feel the buzz wearing off and considered suggesting a trip back to the bar. A glance at her watch told her that a trip to the bar would be the last stop of the night; for the mall anyway. She was about to ask Alice what she'd like to do when they spotted the lingerie shop. One glance at each other and Katie knew that the lingerie store was going to be the last stop of the night.

They nearly sprinted towards the store, racing each other to be the first through the entrance. Like kids in a candy store their eyes bugged out at all the wares. The store was as large as a regular clothing store, not just squeezed in between two other shops. The store was spacious, almost luxurious. Once inside the shop, the women couldn't help feeling sensual and sexy, the shop was decorated that well.

So close to closing time on a Sunday night the store only had one employee left for the night; the closing manager. Hearing customers in the shop she came round a stand of mannequins displaying night club wear and other items that could be worn underneath. She found Alice and Katie already talking excitedly. She paused a minute to eavesdrop before introducing herself to the girls.

"He really likes panties?" Alice asked Katie, picking up a flimsy g-string from a table.

"Is it really that strange? Not panties alone, but he likes the way they look on a woman, and the way they make her look. He told me all about it one day during one of our flirt sessions. He just likes the sensuality they lend a woman."

"Well, I, for one, don't really care. If they cause him to produce as much cum as he did yesterday, I'll be a happy girl. What kind does he like most? I mean, he did sponsor this little trip. We may as well get him stuff that he likes, especially since we have to show it to him."

Katie paused at her perusal to think about the question. Kyle had told her once, but she had to strain to remember. "Bikinis and thongs," she finally blurted as her memory pulled up the desired information.

"What about bras and stuff. Does he have a preference?" She selected a pair of panties and held them to her waist, imagining herself in them.

Katie shook her head where she was looking over a corset display. "Not that I remember. He didn't say specifically. I do know, however, that he believes people should feel sensual with what they wear. 'Comfortable and sexy,' he said. 'That's how all clothing should be worn.'"

"Well, I don't care what he wants me to wear. I'm just grateful he gave me a no pressure job."

Katie laughed. "Low stress, too. Isn't he sweet? I can't wait to see him at work tomorrow. I just might have to show him one of these outfits to let him know how much we appreciated his paying for our shopping spree."

Both girls jumped slightly when the manager cleared her throat. They looked at each other a little abash. Even though they'd been looking through the store, they had never really noticed the manager standing quitely by the side. Alice had even thought she was a mannequin herself. "Hi," she introduced herself. "I'm Pat, the store manager here. I'm going to be starting my closing routine, but if you girls need anything just holler. If I'm not out here, I'll be in the back. Just knock if you need me."

Katie replied first, "Thanks. We'll do that."

Pat gave them a reassuring smile. "Bras and panties are up front here on the left. Robes and sleep wear are over there, while the back of the store has more of our outer wear and fuller lingerie like teddies and baby dolls. Feel free to mix and match tops and bottoms, nothing needs to be bought as a set. Yell if you need me."

"Thanks," Alice replied, watching Pat's ass as she walked away. If Alice herself looked nearly as good as Pat did in a skirt, Alice could see why Kyle wanted her to wear skirts.

"You're a lech," Katie teased her.

Alice mock pouted, "But I thought you liked it."

Katie smacked Alice's rear playfully. "I do, I do. But I'm going to go get changed first so I can set up the camera. Why don't we take turns using the same changing room, so we don't have to keep setting up the camera."

"Sounds good," Alice huskily replied, her hand rubbing from Katie's shoulder to her wrist.

Katie pulled away reluctantly and headed to the changing room, her thoughts more on Alice now than Kyle. Into the changing room she pulled the camera out of the bag and began her little show for Kyle. She pulled the panties up, telling the camera the how she would like to be used in the slutty little outfit. How she'd like Kyle to fuck her, where, and how. She didn't hog the dressing room though, knowing that Alice would want to be in soon. She reluctantly paused the recording, got dressed, and left the dressing room.

Exiting, she literally bumped into the manager, Pat. They exchanged quiet apologies, but Katie couldn't help noticing how Pat's eyes seemed to stray from her face to chest. Just like a man, she thought. She shrugged off the glance and went to find Alice to let her know it was her turn.

Alice wasn't long in the changing room before she came out a little flushed. "I can't take it anymore," she confessed to Katie. "I'm going to need some release soon or I'm going to burst."

"I know what you mean," Katie told her, moving closer so the two would rub together as they selected items. "At first I just thought it was the alcohol, but now I know this is really turning me on."

"Maybe this next time we should go in there together." Katie looked over at Alice, a grin playing across her face at the suggestion.

"Maybe we should."

Pat was suddenly there, startling the two girls where they were leaning in for a kiss. Pat looked away momentarily in embarassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"That's okay. I was just getting ready to head back to the changing room again." Katie picked up a pair of panties and matching bra.

"I saw the video camera in there," Pat continued. The two girls froze. "Store policy doesn't allow video recording of any kind on the premises."

"We're...I'm sorry," Katie murmurred. "I'll go get it." She couldn't take her eyes off her shoes as she tried to circle around Pat on her way to the changing room.

"What's it for?"

Katie stopped, stunned and now looking Pat full on. Alice took over, "Our boss. Well, not our boss boss, he's kinda more than that now. We thought we'd try on a bunch of different stuff and see what he liked best."

"Really? Well, I don't mind it then. It's just policy because the owner's afraid someone is going to be ripping off the store's motif. If the camera will help in future sales, I don't see why it wouldn't be okay."

Alice beamed at her. "Thanks. That's really nice. You have a great shop here. I love the selection. I feel like I could spend hours in here."

Pat smiled widely at the comments. She had a cute smile, Katie thought. She liked that Pat was confident enough to show her teeth when she smiled. "Thank you. I'm almost afraid to rearrange it because I get the same feeling."

"Well, you already do spend hours here," Katie joked.

Pat giggled lightly. "I do, don't I? Listen, I was about to close up. Why don't you girls stay and I'll go close the gate. That way, you can shop in a little more privacy, almost like you own the place."

"That would be great!" Katie exclaimed.

"Okay, give me a second. I'll be right back."

As soon as Pat disappeared around a display Alice leaned over to Katie, "What do you think of her?"

"She's nice. Why?"

"I think she was checking us out. You think she's a lesbian?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask her?"

They didn't have to wait long before Pat returned. "I have to close the register, too. Is there anything you girls would like to buy first?"

Katie thought a minute before she answered. "What if we pay with cash. Could you still close the register, but post the sales on the morning's ticket so we can keep shopping?"

Pat took a moment to mull the suggestion over, "How much are you going to spend? It's not going to be worth the hassle if you're only going to buy one bra."

"What if we spend this much?" Katie asked, reaching into her purse and pulling out the last of the cash Kyle had given them.

Pat's eyes opened in surprise. "That'll do. In fact, I don't normally do this while customers are in the store, but I'll go back up front and pull the screen down, that way no one from inside the mall can see in. You two really will have the store to yourselves, then."

"That'd be wonderful. That's really sweet of you." Alice wrapped Pat in a hug on impulse. It wasn't an action she normally did with strangers, but she was genuinely starting to like Pat. She was a nice person with a sweet and generous spirit.

Pat lingered in the hug, slowly inhaling Alice's sweet fragrance. She rubbed her hands across Alice's shoulders, fighting the urge to drop them to her ass. Pat almost sighed longingly when Alice withdrew. It had been a long time since she'd been with a woman, and wanted the moment to linger. Boys were good for her, but she needed the warmth and sensitivity of a woman every once in a while, too.

"I'll go get that shade," Pat said quietly.

"Hurry back." Alice couldn't hide the tenderness in her voice. Once again, she caught herself watching Pat's backside as she walked away.

Katie cleared her throat to draw Alice away from Pat. "Yep," Alice told her. "She's lesbian, or at least bi."

"You're a lech. But a sexy, irresistable one. Let's get back to it."

The girls returned to their shopping with gusto. Selecting panties, bras, and other lingeries for themselves and each other. They were so absorbed in their shopping that they were startled again when Pat reappeared at their side.

"Sorry about that. I guess I have a knack for startling you tonight. Listen, since you girls are probably going to be in and out of the changing room quite a bit, why don't you go pick out robes for yourselves, on the house, to wear in between outfits. Then you won't have to keep getting dressed every time you try on an outfit."

"That is really sweet of you. Thank you so much." This time Katie wrapped Pat in a hug. They lingered in the embrace, holding their bodies together. Katie could feel the hard points of Pat's nipples pushing into her soft breasts. As they separated Katie turned her head slightly, causing the corners of their lips to touch momentarily. Electric sparked between their eyes as they gazed at each other from inches away. They were beginning to lean in for a kiss when Alice interrupted them with a giggle. They looked over to see Alice looking back with an impish grin.

Pat stepped back, blushing slightly. "Right. I have to...to finish closing the store. Yell if you need anything."

"We will," Katie whispered, trying to put as much sexiness as she could into her voice. Pat gave Alice and Katie an uncertain smile and disappeared again to continue her managerial duties.

"So you like her, too," Alice teased with a smile.

Katie shrugged non-committally. "She's a nice woman. I figured it was the least I could do."

"Yeah, it's the least I'd do to her, too. Let's go look at the robes. Pat may have been on to something with that suggestion." The pair headed for the back of the store where the mentioned articles were on display. "It's kind of weird having a whole store to ourselves, but I like it."

"Yeah. It makes shopping for naughty undies even more exciting. Like we're doing something even more forbidden."

Alice giggled and held up a white silk robe. It was short, barely long enough to reach her mid-thigh. She gazed at it for a minute, then decided she liked it. Imagining herself stepping out of the shower with her skin still damp, putting that robe on, she knew she'd look like a million bucks. She just had to have it. Katie was still looking through the clothing so Alice went for the changing room.

Seeing her return Katie couldn't supress a wolf whistle. Alice's dishwater blond hair seemed almost brunette against the white of the robe. Her legs looked long and sexy under the robe, which rode wonderfully high on her thighs. Every time she took a step it rode up high enough Katie would hope to get a peak of her bare pussy. Alice had tied the robe loosely and it hung open at her chest, revealing the inside swell of her breasts.

"You look good enough to eat."

"I wish somebody would. I'm so horny." She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

"All in good time. What do you think of this one?" Katie held up a thick full length robe that looked wonderfully warm, but too heavy for summer nights.

"Gah. Only my mom would wear something like that. And how are you going to be able to wear it during the summer?"

"There is such a thing as air conditioning."

Alice again rolled her eyes. "Mabye if it had a sub-arctic setting. Here, try this one." She handed Katie a deep blue robe. It was still full length, and made to wrap the entire body, but the material was light enough to show the figure underneath.

Katie nodded her approval and headed for the changing room. Alice was looking over the teddy selection when Katie returned shortly with Pat in tow. "If you like that robe, I have a matching camisole and short set over here. I think they would look stunning on you."

"Look at you!" Alice told her. "Looking good." Katie looked almost exotic in the long robe with the light dragon print. Her high heels enhanced the look even more. She'd tied the robe open enough that with every step a long sliver of her leg would appear, and when she turned sideways the large swell of her breast was visible.

"Thank you. Now we're two of a kind."

"I'll get that set for you," Pat interrupted. The girls giggled and continued looking over the contents of the store. Pat was only gone a second before she returned with the camisole set. "Here. Try this, I think I got your size right."

Katie took the offered lingerie and turned for the changing room. Pat stopped her. "Look, there's no one around, the store's closed up so no one can get in or see in. Why don't you just change out here? It'll be faster and more convenient."

Katie and Alice exchanged glances before shrugging. "I'll go get the camera," Alice volunteered and vanished quickly through the aisles of racks and tables.




Shopping at the Mall



"So how long have you two known each other?" Pat asked as Katie shrugged out of her robe.

"Two days."
Pat couldn't hide her surprise. "But you've been talking like you're life long friends."

"I know. We hit it off well. I really like her and I think she really likes me. Some good chemistry between us, I guess." Katie was now standing completely naked except for high heels before this stranger, chatting about Alice as if they were friends of long standing. She was aware of Pat's eyes roaming up and down her body, soaking in her long legs, trimmed pubes, and large soft breasts.

Alice returned before they could lapse into an uncomfortable silence. "So are you buying the lingerie for each other?"

Alice and Katie smiled at each other. Katie answered as she slipped the silky camisole over her smooth skin. "Not really. We're buying it for our boss. He's paying for it, so we figured we'd give him a treat."

"The two of you together?"

"Yep." Katie spun to model the outfit. Alice whistled at her. The camisole hung curtain like from her breasts, the shorts seeming to drape from her waist the same way, hiding her precious sexual anatomy from direct view.

"That looks good. He's one lucky guy."

"Tell us about it." Alice set the camera on a table and adjusted the zoom to take in the whole area where they were going to be trying on clothes. "What about me, Pat? What would I look good in?"

Pat thought for a moment. Without saying a word she walked over to a rack and pulled a hanger out. She handed a sheer, tight camisole to Alice before disappearing up front. She returned with a lacy white thong. "Try that. I think I got your size right."

Seconds later Alice was standing buck naked. Seconds after that she was clad in the see through camisole and equally see through panties. "That looks good," Katie told her. "You have a real knack for this. We'll take all this. Hey, why don't you pick something out for yourself? As a reward for being so kind to us."

Pat shook her head, "I can't do that. Besides, you don't have to. I get an employee discount here that makes everything I buy really cheap."

"Then take two. Come on. It's not our money anyway. And we'd really like to repay you for your help and kindness."

"I can't let you do that. I know it's not your money, but I'd feel guilty taking it anyway. I don't even know the guy."

"Please let us. You've been so nice, at least let us do something nice for you in return," Alice added to the argument. Although she wasn't simply trying to repay kindness, she was genuinely interested in what Pat was hiding under that skirt.

Katie took over again, "Tell you what. You picked perfect outfits for us, so let us pick a perfect outfit for you."

Pat blinked for a second. Although Pat suggested outfits for people all day, she'd never had anybody pick a slinky outfit for her. The idea was provocative, and she knew she couldn't refuse. "Alright. I guess."

Alice cheered and clapped her hands in excitement. "I get to pick the bra! I saw the perfect one a minute ago. Let me go find it."

"I'll get the panties then," Katie said and headed in the opposite direction. Pat waited uncomfortably for the pair to return. She felt a little queasy with the two strangers rummaging through her store to pick her an outfit. What was worse was that they would probably want her to change in front of them. She wasn't uncomfortable with the idea of being naked, but was afraid that Katie and Alice would see what kind of effect they were having on her. She'd been attracted to them as soon as they had set foot in her store, and now that they were running around in her favorite lingerie pieces she didn't stand a chance to hide her attraction.

She could already feel the heat in her pussy, and knew that by now that heat was spreading to her panties as a wetness. Pat wished she'd worn a lacy pair of panties that would have hid her excitement a little better than the flmsy, regular cut, department store briefs she'd decided to wear. Pat was trying to think of an excuse to use the changing room when Katie returned.

Pat's resolve melted instantly, and her pussy reacted by increasing in heat. Katie looked magnificent, her loose tits swung gloriously under the camisole with each high heeled step. Pat couldn't rip her eyes from the glorious mounds until she realized she'd missed Katie's first few words.

"...would look great on you. Don't you think?" Pat looked at the adjustable white g-string Katie was holding up and nodding numbly, trying desperately to hide her embarassment. She had no idea how Katie would react to her attraction. And if she admitted her attraction to Katie, would Alice be jealous? Or vice versa if she admitted her attraction to Alice?

She took the offered panties in her hand and looked down at them, trying to hide her confused eyes from Katie's gaze. Seeing the panties for the first time she noticed how thin and flimsy they were. They were going to barely cover her slit, let alone her labia. As excited as she already was, they were going to slip easily into her slit and make her even hornier.

Before she could consider refusing the panties Alice returned with a bra in her hand. Pat didn't see the bra for a few seconds, all she had eyes for was Alice's beautiful figure clad in the sheer skimpy outfit she'd selected. Alice's nipples were dark nubs under the sheer top, poking out at Pat, begging her to suck them. Winning a struggle with her libido, she looked at the bra Alice had selected. It was a small sheer white thing, with thin straps and a small cut cup made more for sex than comfort or support.

Pat just looked at the small pieces of cloth in her hands. An almost non-existent thong and absolutely sheer bra. If she was going to pick underclothing to reveal a woman's figure at her sluttiest, then these articles would have been what she would have picked. That thought made her stop and think. They had obviously picked them for that same reason. They wanted to see her near naked. Hadn't they both said that they were having an affair with the same guy? Did they mean menage a trois? Did they want a menage a trois with her?

As lustful thoughts of having them both at the same time coursed through her mind, her body reacted by lubing the interior of her vagina with her juices. There was no way she'd be able to hide the reaction the two of them were causing now. So, she decided to play it up and try to seduce them, in turn.

"These are really cute," Pat lied. There was nothing cute about the lingerie in her hands. It was erotic and sexy, nothing more, and it'd been meant for nothing more.

"You like them? I hoped you would. I love thin thongs like that sometimes, especially when I'm feeling horny. I just love the way they feel when they slip up inside my lips and rub against my clit. It drives me nuts." Unconciously, Katie's hand had slipped to the inside of her thigh, her fingers rubbing against the inside V of her groin, inches away from her heated pussy.

Alice moved against Katie, wrapping her hands around her slim waist and lightly rubbing her ass through the satiny shorts. "Well, are you going to try them on?"

Pat shook her head to clear the trance she'd been in, watching Katie and Alice's bodies rubbing together. It was like a dream come true. She'd always fantasized about being with more than one woman at a time, but this was reality, and making her even hotter than any day dream could have.

She didn't reply to Alice's question verbally, she didn't trust her voice. Recovering from her fantasy delirium, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, pulling the cloth open as wide as it would go with each popped button, exposing more and more of her smooth creamy skin to Katie and Alice's hungry eyes. Too soon her blouse was off. She carefully folded it and set it on a sales counter behind her.

Alice moved to face Pat, turning her body full into the undressing woman. Katie slid behind Alice to watch the show from over her shoulder. Alice leaned back instinctively into the warmth of Katie's body and Katie wrapped her in a warm hug that left her gently stroking Alice's firm tits.

Pat unclasped her bra and gasped as the material rubbed against her sensitive nipples. She could feel them hard and stiff at the cusps of her breasts and knew there was no way she'd be able to hide her attraction now. The bra slipped off her shoulders. Katie and Alice gasped simultaneously.

Pat's nipples were long. Over a half inch already. The two were mesmerized by their length, miniature cocks in their own rights. Pat blushed a little under the attention. She knew what they were staring at, and it'd always been an uncertain point with her. Her nipples were too big, for some people, and too small for others. For her, they were mostly an annoyance. They were extremely sensitive, but they'd always forced her to buy thicker cupped bras so they wouldn't become too obvious if she became turned on in public. On the other, in the private moments of intercourse there was nothing better than riding a man's shaft while her nipples rubbed against his chest where her tits swung them. She never failed to get off quickly that way.

Once again she had to shake her head clear and back to reality. A reality that had her standing topless before two gorgeous, lingerie clad sirens. Clad in lingerie she'd picked for them. She had to get this over with, or she wouldn't be able to control herself.

Without ceremony, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Once again she folded it neatly and set it on the counter behind her. Embarassed, she realized too late that the time she had taken to fold her skirt had left her pantied pussy in plain sight, and by now they must have been spotted the wet spot on the front panel of her panties. She was so hot and wet already, that she didn't know if she should wash the panties, or just throw them away.

She swiftly pulled them down. A little too swiftly. The panties stuck wetly to her soaking vagina, pulling away with a small slurp. If there had been any doubt that Katie and Alice hadn't noticed her attraction, it was gone now. And indeed Alice and Katie had noticed, and each in turn was barely suppressing her own urges to dive into Pat's wet mound and lick her sweet juices.

Pat now felt totally exposed, standing naked and embarrassed before the two vixens, her only covering her closely shaved triangle of pubic hair. Before she could think much more of her situation she grabbed the bra and pulled it up her arms to her shoulders. It clasped in front, and before she could think she pulled the bra closed and gasped loudly at the sudden stimuli. The fabric had squeezed at her nipples a fraction of a second before her arms had rubbed hard against them. Slowly, reluctantly she pulled her arms away from her stiff nipples to show them tenting the thin material of the bra. Their arousal was in full display as it pushed the sheer material away from the rounded mounds of her tits.

Summoning her courage, she looked up at Katie and Alice. They in turn were looking back at her and her near naked body with open lust. Pat was glad that they at least felt the same way that she did. She loosened the sides of the g-string and stepped into the thin string of cloth. She pulled it up to her waist and was about to adjust the panties to fit properly when Alice interrupted her.

"Slow down, gorgeous." Alice's voice was thick and husky with her own restrained lusts. "Not so fast. Let me help you."

Alice closed the few steps separating the two of them. Pat felt a momentary panic fill her mind. If Alice touched her, she didn't know if she'd be able to control herself any longer. Lusts were boiling in her body on the verge of overflowing.

Pat's skin tingled where Alice wrapped her slender fingers around the g-string. Katie stepped in behind Pat, sandwiching her in between the two beautiful women. Katie laid gentle fingers on Pat's shoulders, slowly adjusting the bra, wiggling the cups against Pat's sensitive nipples.

"How does that fit?" Alice asked, sliding her fingers along the waist of panties. Pat quivered minutely at the slight touches. Alice's fingers continued their exploration until they reached the front of the g-string where it nestled into Pat's wet folds. "Wow, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Pat could only nod as her body tried to force her mind to act on the stimulus it was recieving. Alice slid her fingers against Pat's wet slit for a few moments more before pulling them away. The absence left Pat shivering and nearly begging for more. She watched in fascination as Alice snaked her hand through the air above her shoulder and into Katie's open mouth.

From inches away Pat watched Katie's mouth and throat muscles work on Alice's fingers, pulling her love juices from them. Katie issued a soft moan of delight as Alice pulled her fingers from Katie's mouth. "Can I taste?" Alice asked.

Pat didn't even look at Alice when she nodded her head, her eyes were locked on Katie's where they hovered inches away. Katie leaned in and the first kiss was just a gentle pressure of lips on lips. A mere hint of what was promised to come. Pat melted back into Katie's encircling arms.

When she suddenly jumped, Katie thrust her tongue deep into Pat's mouth. Alice had begun her oral ministration at Pat's pussy, and Pat was trembling like a leaf before winter. Pat had to break the kiss with Katie to get enough air to breath. Katie took the moment to rub her hands across Pat's voluptuous chest and rub those long nipples for the very first time. They were stiff and hard where they tipped Pat's warm breasts. Katie fingered them through the thin bra, loving the way they felt.

Down below, Alice's tongue had pushed Pat's g-string into her pussy and was now chasing it, swirling with the fabric in the depth of Pat's vagina. She would alternate pushing her tongue deep to sucking on Pat's stiff and swollen clitoris. Alice could feel Pat's wet flow course out of Pat's body and into her mouth. Happily she licked up the streaming flood, content to work away with her tongue.

Finally Pat stopped them. Drawing her breath in swift, ragged gulps, she told the girls, "I have to lay down, or I'm going to collapse." To her surprise the girls helped her down. Katie supported her back while Alice gently laid her hips on the ground. Never for a second did Alice's talented mouth leave Pat's pussy. Pat didn't care she was laying only on thin carpet covering a cold, hard concrete. It could have been a pillowy cloud for all she care, because she felt like she was in heaven.

Katie repositioned herself to pull first one, then the other nipple into her mouth, bra and all. She suckled each a few times before pulling the skimpy material aside and pulling each naked nub firmly into her mouth.

Pat moaned helplessly. The sensory input from the attention to her pussy and tits was driving her wild. She relaxed, trying to make the sensations last forever, but despite her best attempts, she could feel a heat slowly rising in her loins. After a few more licks from Alice's tongue that heat became boiling lava, and with incredible starbursts in her vision, the volcano erupted. She covered her mouth to stifle her scream as her orgasm ripped into her.

Katie and Alice carried her on a wave of sexual splendor through her orgasm. After several shuddering minutes she reluctantly came down from her high, sated but not exhausted.

The two girls lifted their mouths from where they devoured Pat and locked them together in a deep kiss that told each other just how much they needed their own release. Pat moaned at the sudden inattention. Grinning her lusts at Katie, Alice slid her body upward along Pat's, until she lay on top of her, her hips straddling Pat's.

Katie knew what Alice wanted and moved to comply. She rounded Pat and Alice's legs and placed herself between Pat's legs. She pulled Alice's thong to the side before grabbing one of her ass cheeks in each hand. Reverantly she separated the nubile flesh to fully reveal the puckered anal opening. Alice moaned in expectant pleasure as Katie roughly kneaded the rounded flesh in her hands. Slowly she began kissing Alice's rear at the base of the tail bone, licking down her crack to place another wet sucking kiss. When the next kiss would place her against Alice's anus, she instead licked around the puckered opening.

Alice engaged Pat in a deep kiss, their mouths pushing hotly against each other, trying to merge into one being through teeth and tongue. Alice held her hands at Pat's side so as not to crush her further into the hard carpet. Pat, however, was under no such restriction. Her hands roamed freely down Alice's back, starting at the shoulders and down to her ass where she found Katie's head. Momentarily surprised she let go. Then knowing that Katie was trying to anally stimulate Alice, she spread Alice's ass with her hands, freeing Katie to wantonly rub her tongue against Alice's anal opening.

Alice moaned into Pat's mouth, absolutely loving the attention. She liked sex, but anal was her favorite. She couldn't explain why, but there was something about the forbidden opening that turned her into a sex hungry whore. Katie soon worked her saliva coated tongue into Alice's opening, probing the loosening opening.

With her hands now free Katie found Pat's vaginal opening. She shoved two fingers inside until she was stopped by her pinky and ring finger. Pat jerked against Alice's body, surprised by the sudden intrusion. Withdrawing, Katie found Pat's pussy much more inviting with the next thrust, with Pat even squirming under Alice to get the finger's deeper.

Not one to ignore her other lover, Katie rubbed Alice's slick pussy several times before pushing her middle finger deep into Alice's cunt. Pat and Alice broke their kiss, only to lower their heads to each others necks and begin hard sucking kisses between sharp intakes of breath. Katie added a finger to each girls' pussy, making them pant that much harder.

Alice and Pat's bodies rubbed against each other until Alice sat up briefly to rip her camisole off and pop the clasp on Pat's bra. Laying back down they both reveled in the sensation of feeling their breasts pressed into each other. Katie added yet another finger to their opened cunts and the girls panted heavily against each other, grinding themselves down into Katie's hands and mouth while mashing their tits and mouths together.

The girls worked for several minutes before Alice began her first preorgasmic shudder. On cue, Pat's own orgasm sprang up within her to override her senses with pure pleasure. Alice's body, not to be left out, also became a full orgasmic shudder, pushing her juices out of her sweet opening, past Katie's fingers, and down onto Pat's pussy where it squirted its own juices onto Katie's administering hands. The girls moaned softly into each other necks as they nuzzled, pressing their breasts together for every orgasmic sensation they could get.

All too soon they came down and Katie withdrew her tongue and fingers, leaving the girls to pant through the last dregs of their orgasms. Standing up, she swiftly stripped from her lingerie. Alice rolled off Pat and onto her back, looking up at Katie's glorious figure.

"Come here, girlfriend," Alice commanded.

Katie answered with a wicked smile. "Just what I was thinking." She turned her body so she was facing Alice's feet, and then placed one foot on each side of her head. She squatted, and then kneeled. With a few minor adjustments her pussy was squarely over Alice's expectant mouth and mobile tongue.

Katie gasped at the first touch to her swollen clit. She hadn't been satisfied yet, and her pussy ached for attention. Ached so bad that she could feel her cunt juices running from her as Alice lapped them up and coerced more from her.




Shopping at the Mall



We tried something a little different over the holidays this year...

One evening, during the holiday shopping rush, he took me to the mall. Neither of us was shopping for gifts, however. We had something else in mind.

Before we left home, I put on heels and a dress that buttons all the way down the front, and he carefully tied my elbows behind my back. I could bring my elbows almost all the way forward alongside my body, but the rope was just short enough to keep me from reaching the buttons of my dress with my fingertips. Naturally, I wore nothing at all under the dress. He draped my overcoat over my shoulders to hide the rope across my back, spun me around to check my look, and led me to the garage. Having my elbows pulled back behind me a little made my back bow and my breasts stand out more, and that seemed to please him thoroughly.

The ride to the mall was a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. He had to put on and take off my seatbelt for me, but shortly we arrived at the mall complex. The walk from the car to the buildings was a challenge; I gripped the sides of the overcoat with my hands and held it closed as best I could in the wind, but the icy air still swirled up my dress and froze my bare skin. Had it not been for the rope, I'd have had my arms in the coat sleeves and cinched up the coat, but it would have looked a little odd to have the coat buttoned up around me with the sleeves flapping empty.

Once inside, he straightened my coat and we walked into the crowd. The effect he was going for was to have me look as if I were casually strolling along with my coat draped over my shoulders and my arms swinging loosely at my sides. It didn't quite work out that way, though - if he let my elbows come far enough forward to let my arms look naturally relaxed, I could reach my buttons, and that wasn't part of the game. So, after a little experimentation, I figured out a pose that looked reasonable, lifting my hands a little around my hips so that it didn't look like I was being led along in handcuffs. People pretty much see what they expect to see, especially in a crowded, noisy environment like a crowded mall. My hands were free and visible, and if my back was bowed a little and I clicked along in heels with my breasts thrust forward, well, what's wrong with that? We attracted no undue attention as we strolled along in the crowd.

"Comfortable?" he asked. I nodded.

"Lighten up," he murmured. "We're holiday shoppers, carefree, and all that, remember. You look tense."

I shook my head and grinned. He was right - I was focused on the faces of everyone around me, intent on worrying about whether they could tell I was naked under the dress and whether they knew I was tied. I knew for one thing that my nipples were rock-hard from the chill; it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to conclude that I was either braless or wearing only the sheerest of lingerie. I took a deep breath to clear my head and smiled back at him.

"Kiss me!" He did, quickly but deeply, draping his arm across my shoulders. I smiled and we continued on, the very picture of the happy holiday couple.

After a little window-shopping, I finally got warmed up and the flush left my face. I also relaxed into the game, not worrying so much about whether everyone in the mall knew what I was up to. It really is interesting to watch crowds - when there are a lot of people in a relatively small space, you can tell that people are concentrating solely on getting to their destinations and avoiding the people in their way. He guided me through the throng, not hurrying or dawdling, just going with the flow.

As we admired a Christmas tree in a niche by the escalators, he reached up, caressed my face, and kissed me tenderly. When I turned into him and leaned closer, he slipped his hand down along my throat, thrilling me. With another deep kiss, I moaned and closed my eyes, and his hand dipped lower. In a split second, it seemed, he unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress, flipping the edges apart to show my cleavage. When he stepped back, grinning, I looked down, startled that he had managed to get that many buttons open that quickly.

"That's better," he said softly. "Let's walk some more." My nipples jumped to attention again, and I was again convinced that everyone around me was staring at me, but I followed him back into the thick of the crowd. I concentrated on the "shopping couple" image to try to control the blush I knew was giving me away. As we looked in store windows and saw our reflection, I had an impish thought. With a wink, I walked to a side hallway, beckoning with a toss of my head.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'd do this myself, but I can't reach. Reach inside the dress and lift my tits one at a time, up and toward the center. You'll like the result."

I turned my back on the crowd, and his eyebrow went up as he got the idea. After a couple of quick adjustments, the top of my dress gaped even wider, extra cloth bunched below the curve of my breasts and propping up an even more impressive display of cleavage. As we walked back into the crowd, I noticed a lot more jiggling going on - I turned to him and grinned broadly. While the dress wasn't skin-tight across my upper belly, it was snug enough to give me a sort of foundation for my shelf.

Our next stroll through the crowd brought a few curious looks; even though I discounted most of my suspicions, there were a few people giving me frank stares as I tiptoed my high heels past them and jiggled breasts at their faces. During one of our full-body-press kisses, I felt his erection through his slacks and clucked my tongue at him.

"You can't walk through the mall sporting a huge woody like that! What will people think?" He actually blushed, started to look down, and then caught himself. I don't think he realized the state he was in. He stuck his hands in his pockets to tent the front of his pants and hide the evidence, then arched an eyebrow at me.

"At least I can hide my arousal! You're pretty well stuck, my dear!" With that, he reached up and cupped a breast, tweaking my nipple hard right in the middle of the crowd. I gasped, but he was right - he could do with me as he wished, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. To drive the point home, he led me a few more steps and then brazenly tweaked the other nipple erect, right in front of an older couple walking arm-in-arm. Their eyes widened, and then the crowd swept us apart.

I licked my lips, and my eyes dilated. He noticed, chuckling.

"Come with me," he whispered, heading toward a dress shop.

He led me into the shop and between a couple of closely-spaced racks, then dropped his keys on the floor. With a "Woops!", he squatted down to retrieve them, left hand going for the keys and right hand making a beeline for my lower buttons. Again, I was amazed at his dexterity - in just a few seconds, he had my dress unbuttoned halfway up my thighs.

As he turned dresses on the rack this way and that, I nodded in approval. I knew there were security cameras all over the store (and all over the mall itself, including the parking lots, for that matter), and so I played the part for all it was worth. He drew closer, and then a particular dress seemed to catch his eye. He leaned in to read the tag, and I felt his other hand catch up the front of my dress and start gathering the material. I stifled the urge to look around in panic, and in a second or two his warm fingers were curling around my bare crotch. With a wiggle, he opened me with his middle finger and slipped inside.

"What do you think of this one, baby?" he asked as he burrowed deeper. I struggled to speak.

"It's - it's nice," I finally stammered. He squeezed me with his whole hand, and my knees went weak. "I think it's pretty!" After a few quick flicks of my clit, he withdrew his hand and stepped back. We casually made our way out of the store, and it was all I could do to walk a straight line without wobbling.

As we walked along looking at the other shop windows, he eyed me critically. At my frown, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"Open up your stride a little bit - show off those legs some more, hm? Or, if you like, I can just undo a dozen more buttons...."

I had frankly forgotten about his magic trick with the dropped keys; at the next window, I blushed to see my dress flapping open from mid-thigh down. I grinned back at him wickedly, though, and took longer steps. The swish of cloth and swirl of air between my thighs turned me on, and he didn't have to tweak me to bring out the best of my breasts. After a quick mental review of the mall layout, I took off in a new direction.

"Where are you going?" he hissed in my ear.

"You'll see!" I led him to the foot of the escalator, and a smile appeared on his face. "You stay right here - I'll be back in a few minutes." He shook his head quizzically, but stayed put. He thought he was going to ride up a few steps below me, I guess.

I got on the escalator sideways, bracing myself with one hand, looking round and round over the heads of the crowd as if I were searching for something. I put my foot up on the next step, shivering slightly as my dress fell open, and rode the escalator all the way to the top that way. The knot of teenage girls below me on the steps spent the whole ride giggling to each other, but they were so caught up in their conversation I don't think they even registered my presence.

At the top of the escalator, I turned right, not left. I could see him down below with his hands in his pockets again, wondering why I had not stepped across to the down escalator right away. I stayed by the balcony edge and casually worked my way around, and finally the light dawned downstairs - the balcony rail was glass, and I stopped every few feet to belly up to the rail and look around, putting a foot up on the rail.

He was really funny to watch; he dared not just plant himself in one spot and gape up my dress from the lower level, but he didn't want to miss anything, either. He fidgeted, shuffled around, tried to appear casual, but still spent many long seconds breathing harder and keeping his hands in his pockets as I worked around the balcony's edge.

For me, it was a heady combination of fear and arousal. I was out of his arms' reach, arms tied and breasts on jiggling display, showing off my thighs to the people inches away as well as everyone on the lower level. If someone decided to take my coat, I knew I probably couldn't stop them - and then, as the crowd realized my condition, I knew I could not stop anyone who wanted to from touching me, exposing me, fingering me. I felt flushed and excited, and I started deliberately making brief eye contact with everyone who turned my way. I wet my lips and parted them, feeling a warm flush spread across my chest and neck, and I knew without even needing to check that I was soaking wet. Just before I stepped onto the down escalator and headed back to safety, I pretended to stumble slightly and pressed my breasts into the back of the man in front of me, then mumbled my apologies.

Reunited, we stepped quickly to another area. I was a little worried that there might have been more than one eager watcher enjoying my balcony show.

"Baby, that was hot," he breathed in my ear. "I almost blew a zipper right then!" I smiled, pleased with the effect of my tease. He snagged a cherry from a free sample offer and teased my lips with it as we walked, and I licked it and lipped it and panted for it until he finally let me suck it into my mouth. After eating the cherry, I worked the stem for a moment and then presented it to him in the O of my lips, tied in a knot. He giggled.

"Here's something for you to think about," I purred. "Something to test your ability to think on your feet."

"What's that?"

"Whip out your cock so I can suck it."

His eyes widened, and I had to grab his belt loop with a fingertip and yank him away from a collision with a potted plant.

"You're kidding," he stammered.

My eyes dilated wide, I huskily whispered, "I am not kidding. Right now, I'm asking you quietly. If you take too long to come up with a plan, though, you'll be walking through the mall with a woman loudly complaining that she wants to suck your dick RIGHT NOW..."

His eyes bugged out slightly and he swallowed with an effort, then went into high gear as he started mentally reviewing every square foot of the area. A light dawned, and he led me all the way to the back of a nearby department store. He hunted around briefly, then let me around a corner to a freight elevator. With a last check around, he pushed the button and ushered me inside. Even as the doors closed, I dropped to my knees and he unzipped.

By the time the car started moving, I had swallowed him completely, sucking deeply and urgently. His knees wavered, and I pressed in harder, herding him into the corner of the elevator and pinning him there with his cock down my throat. When I knelt, I had opened my knees for support, and I felt my outer and inner lips bloom apart like a wet flower between my legs. When the bell rang for the third floor, I let him pull free and stuff himself back into his pants, staying on my knees until he could help me up. Luckily, the floor layout was similar to the first floor; the service elevator was set back in a little crooked hallway rather than opening up onto the sales floor. We staggered off the elevator, panting.

After smoothing his clothes and adjusting himself, he flung himself against me, gripping me to him tightly and covering me with kisses. I ground my belly against his, and he shook with desire. I panted wetly in his ear, hands shaking to hold him, caress him, grip him.

"Do it again," I whispered. He nodded, then moved back toward the elevator. The indicator showed that it was still on our floor. As he reached for the button, I hissed urgently at him. He turned back to face me, confused.

I turned my back to the hall opening, shielding him and the elevator buttons. "Take out your cock," I instructed. He hesitated, frowning over my shoulder at the hallway entrance. After checking the elevator display again, he unzipped his pants and eased out his cock, still a little moist from my saliva. He put his finger on the elevator button, then raised an eyebrow.

"I want you to stroke it up, get yourself ready," I explained. "When I go down while we're going down, I want you to cum big and hard in my mouth." He blushed, looked over my shoulder again, and stroked himself with his free hand. In a few seconds, he was rock-hard, and I finally let him push the button. The doors opened immediately, and he ducked inside, pushing his cock down at the base with his thumb. I dove to my knees even before the doors started closing and clamped my lips around him, whipping my head back and forth and extending my tongue.

He was shaking violently by the time the doors closed, and as we passed the second floor, he grabbed the rails with both hands and convulsed deep into my mouth. He pumped strongly all the rest of the way down, slumping into the corner as the bell rang for the first floor.

The sound of the bell reminded him where he was, and he frantically got himself in order just as the doors rolled open. He hauled me to my feet clumsily and straightened my coat, and we staggered out into the first-floor service hallway where we had started. He checked me over before we went back out into the crowd, leaning close to dab at my cheek.

"Hang on," he stammered, "you've got a little cum on your face." I smiled, turning my cheek to let him wipe off the droplet. As he led me toward the hallway opening, I cleared my throat and stopped walking. He turned back to me, and I grinned. As he watched, I bowed my head, pursed my lips, and dribbled more cum across my breasts. His jaw dropped in utter amazement, and I tipped my head back to dribble even more down my chin, giggling as a big blob trickled down my neck. He was speechless, and I would have burst out laughing had I not had my mouth full.

"You've got it - I mean, you didn't - you've got your mouth full?"

I nodded, then tipped my head back and parted my lips, pushing the rest of his load up front so that he could see.

"Oh, my God - hang on, wait a second," he stuttered, fishing in his pockets for a handkerchief. He swiped at my breasts, face, and neck, smearing his cum all over me. He stepped back, shaking his head, and I inclined my head at his hand, staring intently. He followed my gaze, then held up his hand questioningly. I bent toward it with my lips pursed, and he raised his palm.

I opened my lips and dropped the rest of his cum in his palm, swallowed, and licked my lips. "Rub it into my pussy," I told him. He did, and I swayed in his arms, moaning as he rubbed it into the slick folds between my legs. When he buried two fingers in me and squeezed, I came right then and there, hard, clamping down on his fingers and shuddering. After a long moment, he finished cleaning us up and led me back into the press of people. We were both flushed and breathing heavily, and we worked to cut through the crowd quickly so that no one had too much time to wonder what we'd been up to.

He led me up the escalators and across the promenade to the big picture windows overlooking the city lights, and we joined several other couples taking a break from shopping to admire the view. He slowly edged us to the side, into a darker corner, then pressed me close to the window and embraced me from behind, kissing my ear. We were the perfect picture of two lovers, stealing a moment of intimacy in the midst of the hustle and bustle - at least when viewed from behind. Hidden from the crowd behind us, his hands were busy.

He quickly gathered my skirt up with both hands, well up around my waist, then bunched it up into a ball at the small of my back just below the rope tying my elbows. Pressing his belly against me to hold the skirt in place under my coat, he had me totally naked from the waist down, facing the window and the city spread beneath us. He cupped a breast and fingered my pussy, nibbling on my ear.

"So, let me think," he murmured. "What shall I do next? Maybe open some more buttons, hm?" I wriggled in his grasp, closing my eyes and panting, not having to worry about anyone in front of me watching. "Maybe all of them?"

He squeezed my breast, then dropped both hands to my crotch and opened me wide. "Or maybe I'll just turn us around to face everyone, hm? Show everyone your pretty, shaved, dripping pussy?"

I flinched, then shook my head.

"Oh, come on - wouldn't that be something? Just to hold you tight like this," gripping me tighter, "and turn you around?"

I choked, swallowed, and cleared my throat. "I - I don't think so," I croaked. He chuckled in my ear, then stroked my inner lips with a warm fingertip.

"Where's your sense of adventure? Can you imagine me spreading your thighs, opening your wet pussy, and marching you right into the thick of that crowd? It'd be a riot!" He slammed two fingers home, and I collapsed in his arms, moaning. He chuckled, nipped my earlobe, and withdrew his hands, coming to stand beside me.

"Oh, all right, I won't do that," he reassured me. "Besides, I'm about to die, wanting to fuck you good and properly. Come on, let's go." He turned away to face the crowd, but I didn't follow.

"What's the matter?"

"You're forgetting something," I hissed. "My skirt's still wadded up behind me!" He laughed, then turned toward me and turned me slightly toward him.

"Oh, that's right - you're still exposed, aren't you. Better fix that, I guess." I sighed with relief, but instead of fixing my skirt, his hand raced up through the rest of my buttons. In a flash, my dress hung open all the way down, and I spun back to face the window, blushing furiously.





Shopping at the Mall



"There, that's better," he chuckled evilly.

"Come on now," I hissed. "Cover me up, and let's go!" He grinned, running a warm hand up and down my entire body, squeezing and stroking. He eased the sides of my dress back under my arms, fully exposing my breasts, while I fumbled with both hands trying to get the edges back around in front.

"All right, we can go - after you turn around to face me."

"No way!" My pulse was racing, my ears were ringing, and I was trembling all over.

"I'm right here close to you; I'll be between you and everyone else," he insisted, placing his free hand on my shoulder and starting to pull me away from the window. "Just turn around with your back to the window, and give me a kiss." I was shaking all over, but I let him move in really close and turn me around. I looked over his shoulder at the surging crowd a dozen yards away on the promenade and tried to keep the fear from showing in my face.

"Good girl," he purred, drawing me into his arms and kissing me. I hooked my fingers into his waistband on both sides, pressing us together as he rubbed his clothed torso against my naked one. He slipped his hands under my coat, gripping my waist and grinding himself against me. Despite my fear, I was soon panting and licking his ear as he squeezed me tight. There I was, standing in a crowded mall, offering full frontal nudity and helpless to do anything but drip on the floor. He reached behind me with both hands and twisted my dress into a rope running down the middle of my back, and then tried to step away. I gripped him hard by the waistband, bit his earlobe, and kept him close. He cupped my bare ass, gave a mighty squeeze, and then relented.

"All right, all done. Let's turn back around and get you buttoned." I shuffled with him until I was facing the window again, and he unwound my dress and brought the edges together in front of me. Working quickly, he buttoned me from just below the curve of my breasts to just below my crotch. He remembered the titty trick, propping me up with a grin. I could feel the dried cum on the tops of my breasts from where I had dribbled it before, and I wondered if anyone could see it.

"Look, just untie me, please," I hissed.

"One last walk through the crowd, then out the door," he insisted. I shook my head in resignation, then let him turn and lead me back into the press of people. I realized pretty quickly that there were not nearly enough buttons done up on my skirt; every few steps, the edges opened dangerously wide and I felt air swirling up my thighs. We made a run for it, almost literally, I thought, leaving a trail of puzzled shoppers in our wake. I could feel eyes on my breasts, my thighs, and occasionally on my pussy when a perverse gust of air billowed the skirt open. After an eternity of walking, we made it to the outer doorway, and only then did he reach behind my back and untie me. I wriggled into my coat and cinched it closed as he pocketed the short piece of rope.

We dashed across the parking lot, dove into the car, and took off. By the time we got home, I had lost the fear and he was primed and ready to go again, and we fucked like wildcats well into the night and early morning.

Sure beats regular Christmas shopping - that's all I have to say! 



Shopping Can Be Fun



Rebecca and Alex haven't had much time to shake the ringing of the church bells from their ears, nor the confetti from places people don't talk about in polite conversation, when the need arose to mount an expedition to the shops.

The problem was that all through their wedding night, and the first day of their marriage, they were so busy discovering each other's bodies, and attempting as many new positions of love making as possible, that all the clothes packed for the trip were now either torn, ripped or stained with their combined spendings. They were down to their last garments. A visit to the local mall was definitely in order.

Feeling cheeky and apprehensive, Rebecca and Alex ran from their car to the mall entrance.

Rebecca wore a long feminine trench coat to cover a little black sheer baby doll she had next to her milky white skin. A silky lace g-string covered what had been the target of Alex's attention for the last day and a half.

Alex wore his long Drizabone riding coat covering the pair of leopard spotted briefs he had on.

Although the overcoat attire wouldn't seem out of place any other time, Alex and Rebecca stood out at the moment. It was July in Las Vegas, the sun was shining brightly, the heat was sweltering.

The couple approached the main doors of the mall which swung open automatically for them. A breath of air-conditioned air blew past and they slowed their pace to adjust for the lower light levels inside. They strolled quietly past the windows of bookstores, toy stores and hairdressers, the usual shops and such found in a suburban mall.

After a minute or two, Rebecca noticed a little store hidden away in a corner. It had a seductively lit front window with a male and female mannequin posed within. She noticed that they seemed to be dressed in almost the identical undergarments she and Alex wore at that moment. However, the feature that really caught her attention was the posing of the mannequins. They were posed in a position she was sure she and Alex had tried on their second or third time of love making on their wedding night.

Rebecca was very intrigued. "I wonder what we have here?" she asked under her breath as she took Alex by the arm and headed towards the store.

As they crossed the threshold into the store, a tall, slender, pepper blonde assistant approached. Her milky white skin was accentuated by the pink silk camisole and matching panties she wore. She smiled and asked, "May I be of assistance?"

Alex and Rebecca were both stunned into silence by her beauty, and failed to reply immediately.

"All right," the assistant continued, "if you're not in need of any help at the moment, please be assured the store is yours to peruse and sample as you desire."

Alex, quickly snapping out of his stupor and now feeling a bit playful, decided to surprise Rebecca. "Honeykins, I'd like to give you a surprise, could you wait here a moment while I go and pick out a few things?"

With a smile and a nod, Rebecca watched as Alex turned to the assistant and whispered something in her ear. She giggled softly and slapped him playfully on the arm.

"You naughty boy!" she exclaimed, pointing to a rack near the rear of the store. Alex headed in that direction, a huge grin on his handsome face.

After a few moments, he returned with some very sexy leather boots and a leather studded cage dress ensemble. "How do these look, Bunnykins?"

"Oh, my little bondage king, I think they'll look so sweet on you," Rebecca replied with a grin on her face.

The smile faded from Alex's face. "I-I-I, arr-rr, meant for you Sweetpea." he stammered.

"I know you did Honeykins, but I thought maybe we could experiment later."

Alex felt a warmness develop and his manhood began to stiffen at the thought. He shifted nervously on his feet in an attempt to relieve the discomfort.

"Do you want to try these on, Bunnykins? There are some changing rooms to the rear of the store."

"I sure would, Sweetykins." Rebecca took the items from Alex and headed off to the changing room, pulling the door closed behind her.

A few moments later Alex entered the changing room, startling Rebecca. "Ohhh, What are you doing in here?" she squealed.

"Shhuuuush," Alex quickly replied while trying to cover Rebecca's mouth to dampen the squeal. As Rebecca calmed, he released his grip and began to remove her coat. Rebecca immediately realised what was happening and quickly removed the coat herself.

This left Alex with a sight that men have desired from the beginning of time. A milky white body covered in a sheer black baby doll skirt. The lacy bra cups covered even milkier 30D breasts. The nipples and their surrounding patches of dark chocolate coloured man targets, couldn't be successfully hidden beneath the lace. This elicited a low groan from Alex as his manhood strained harder against the briefs he wore.

Alex's eyes wandered slowly from her breasts down to her slightly widened hips; those hips that hold in place the strings of the small silky g-string which barely covered her place of mystery. Although, it was no longer a mystery to Alex. From that place of mystery, her silky smooth thighs flowed to long slender legs, finally finishing at her feet, currently strapped into a pair of very slinky high heels. This created the perfect vision for Alex's growing arousal.

Leaning towards Rebecca, Alex reached out and peeled away the lacy bra cups of the baby doll dress, exposing her nipples. Instantly, they reacted to the cool air, extending and hardening to meet Alex's eager mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh! That's so gooooood!" Rebecca cried, unable to hold back while Alex alternated between gentle caresses and teasing nibbles.

With as much haste as removing her own, Rebecca peeled away Alex's coat and noticed the rising bulge in his briefs. With one hand, she reached down to release his manhood from its spotted constraint. A low rumble escaped Alex's lips, vibrating against Rebecca's nipple and causing her to let out another soft whimper of pleasure.

Alex felt his hips thrust into Rebecca's hand as she slowly began to stroke him. With his free hand, his fingers trailed down her body, finding her silk covered sex and began matching his movements with her stroking.

After only a few moments, Alex let out a loud groan and dropped to his knees, weak with desire and the need for his beautiful wife. "Holy Shit Honeybabe, that was incredible! Where'd you learn to hold a man like that? I almost came, but I know you weren't ready."

Alex hooked his fingers under the strings suspending the lacy material hiding that place of mystery and gently brought them down. He gazed at what that small bit of material had been hiding; a small tuft of pubic hair neatly trimmed above the bulging lips of Rebecca's moist slit.

Shifting himself closer to her and knowing Rebecca liked it a bit rough, Alex reached around and grabbed her arse cheeks. When her body came into contact with his face, Alex felt her heat and wetness. His tongue probed and licked past her lips. Pressing his face even closer, Alex lapped at the hard nub of her clit. He moved his tongue rapidly in small circular motions, bringing that tasty morsel further into his mouth.

He heard Rebecca take in a harsh breath when his whole mouth closed around her hard clit and began to suck fiercely. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him to her as he continued his pleasurable assault. Rebecca was unable to hold back, with a whimper of pleasure her entire body tensed and she flooded Alex's mouth with her sweet nectar.

With some strength restored, Alex rose to his feet, watching as Rebecca struggled to control her breathing. She had her hand to her mouth, biting softly -- probably to stifle her cries of pleasure. She had tears in her eyes as she finally turned her gaze to Alex.

"Babyhun," she mumbled, her hand still covering her mouth. "Where'd you learn that one?"

Alex didn't answer her. Instead, he bent down to place his arm behind one of Rebecca's knees. Bringing himself upright with her knee hooked over his arm, he moved in closer, teasing her slick passage with his fully engorged cock. Lubricating it before entering her in one swift movement, burying himself balls deep in her tight cunt. Rebecca stifled her surprised moan with her hand, her eyes never leaving Alex's.

They stood there for a moment. Face to face, their breathing coming in short fast gasps, feeling each others body enveloping the other. Then Alex leaned in towards Rebecca and grumbled softly into her ear, "Okay, Honeybunch, I'm so going to fuck you now and fuck you hard. Hold on to something..."

Rebecca felt behind her and found the top of a chair. She held on, leaning against it as Alex began to pump into her. With each thrust nearly lifting her off the floor, she held the chair tighter to steady them both. Alex found himself no longer in control, his movements forceful as he thrust himself deep inside her quivering channel. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping against skin and the ragged breathing of the couple taking their pleasure from each other in the small dressing room.

Unable to hold back any longer, Alex thrust into Rebecca once more, feeling the ecstasy as he released his seed into her convulsing pussy. Needing to let out a cry of pleasure Rebecca let go of the chair and placed a hand over her mouth. Seeing Alex throw his head back she placed the other hand over Alex's mouth, in an attempt to stifle his cries of lust that she knew would be coming. They both continued to tremble frantically as Alex thrust again, releasing another pulse.

Rebecca could only hold for a second longer. With a stifled wail from behind her hand, her muscles gripped his cock tightly as her orgasm rocked her to her toes.

As her spasms subsided, she felt her body fall limp and she reached for the chair again, slumping into it with a heavy sigh.

Before they could recover their thoughts, a voice from outside the room asked, "Ahh. Are you guys alright in there?" and the door was being pushed open.

Rebecca was a little taken aback as the assistant that had greeted them earlier was now standing there.

"Oh wow!" the assistant exclaimed. "That looks so hot, mind if I join in?" she asked staring at Rebecca's exposed, cum dripping pussy.

Rebecca, feeling slightly embarrassed, moved her legs together closing off the view. She looked up towards Alex inquisitively. He was standing there with a big grin on his face and stated, "You didn't think the studded cage dress was the surprise, did you?"

"Oh, Honeycakes. You shouldn't have. You're such a kidder, I might keep you forever."

Rebecca turned to the assistant and introduced herself and Alex to which the assistant replied that her name was, "Silkpussy, but just call me Silk."

"Okay... Silk. That's such an exquisite name." Rebecca smiled, then inquired, "Are we going to be disturbed in here?"

"Oh no. We have a strict policy in this store, one couple at a time. So no one will interrupt the activities of current customers."

"Well, in that case Silk," Rebecca continued, "I'm so hot right now from the attentions of my new husband that I'm at your beck and call. How do you want to proceed?"

"Rebecca, I'm so attracted to your cum dripping pussy," Silk eagerly replied, "I just have to eat it out right now."

With that, Silk dropped to her knees. She slowly pushed Rebecca's knees apart and leaned forward between them. Running her hands over the milky smooth skin of Rebecca's thighs, she started to rub in gentle circles. Slowly increasing the size of the circular motion, then decreasing, teasing Rebecca into moving forward in the chair.

Silk's motion caused her long hair to fall from her shoulders and it cascaded over Rebecca's thighs adding to the sensation.

While Silk moved further towards the source of her desire, she was being watched by Alex now sitting in another chair behind her. With her bent over, applying all her attention to Rebecca, Silk's camisole covered arse was in perfect view. Alex could see how excited Silk was by the dark patch appearing between her legs.

He started to stroke himself, imagining what it would be like to slip his manhood fully into Silk in this position. When his gaze moved up to look at Rebecca she was looking at him with a mischievous grin on her face. She mouthed the words, "I love you," then motioned to offer Silk to him.

Alex smiled back, mouthing the words, "You're the best forever," and continued to stroke his cock back to full hardness again.

As Alex worked his cock he asked, "Silk honey, I see that you're getting real hot and moist in there. If you don't mind, please can I have a taste?"

Silk broke away from her current point of attraction, turned slightly and smiled, "As I said out in the store 'the store is yours to peruse and sample as you desire.' As I'm part of the store, it's over to you."

With that, Alex dropped to his knees behind Silk. He reached out and began to lightly rub her crotch though the fabric of the camisole bottoms. Running his fingers from between her arse cheeks down and over her pussy lips. Feeling the wetness being generated. Silk gave a small groan as she redirected her attention back to Rebecca's pussy.

Silk started to rock on Alex's hand while her face was buried in the canyon of Rebecca's legs. Her muffled moans indicated that Alex's fingers were finding the right locations.

Rebecca was finding it hard to keep herself in the chair. Silk's tongue was doing a maneuver over her clit that was very similar to the one Alex had performed earlier. However, because she was sitting down, the sensations were different and she felt she'd have more control.

Wanting more, Rebecca grabbed tufts of Silk's hair and pulled her closer. "Your tongue is so smooth baby! Give it to me baby." She then began shouting, "Lick my clit! Eat my cunt! Do it baby, tongue fuck my pussy. Give it to me you whore!" 

Alex paused his attentions on Silk, he was slightly taken aback with this talk from his new wife. He'd not heard her get so worked up before. However, by the reaction of his now fully engorged cock, it seemed he liked the dirty talk. "Babykins, talk that dirty talk again," he said, "I want to fuck Silk from behind while you shout that slutty talk to me. You make me so hot and horny Fuckkins."

"Ohhhhh, Silk you bitch, fuck my cunt, tongue my clit, I need more of you, you slut."

With that, Alex, in a single motion, grabbed Silk's camisole bottoms and pulled them roughly down to her knees. He maneuvered himself closer to Silk and spread her legs to give himself better exposure. She was so moist from his attention, and his cock still slick from Rebecca's juices, he didn't hesitate entering her.

As his cock slid into Silk, his hips began to jerk and spasm. "Ohhhh fuckkkkking hell!" Alex exclaimed as he felt Silk's pussy muscles grab his cock and pull him in. It took a few seconds for him to regain his rhythm, "Silk I see why you got your name. Fuck you;re soooo hot babe!" Looking back up at his wife Alex explained, "Honeykins, Silk has such a silky pussy I'm not going to last long in her."

"Feel him Silk, feel my Honeyfuck in your cunt! Ride her you Cumrod! Fuck her good! Fuck her hard!" Rebecca yelled while she writhed in her own ecstasy.

Alex regained his rhythm and his pumping was causing Silk to push her face harder into Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca's writhing was becoming more intense. She could tell she wouldn't last much longer and started to yell, "Fuckcakes, cum with me! I'm getting there! Let's do it together!"

Alex, now thrusting hard into Silk, heard his wife continue to scream, "Ohhh Silk keep doing that my Prettyfuckpuss! Faster! Ohhhh Alex, I'm cumming! Cum with meeee!!"

Alex started to reach his own climax and yelled out, "Honeybiiiitch, I am cummmming, cum with me Sweetfucks! Ohhhh fuuuuck Silk! Ohhh fucccckkkk, I'm Cummming!"

Alex spasmed forward as his hips jerked and pushed him further into Silk. This in turn pushed Silk further between Rebecca's legs. Rebecca reacted by throwing back her head as she released a guttural groan of pleasure and collapsed back into the chair. As convulsions took over her body, she released over Silk's face.

Alex gave one more thrust before he too threw his head back and let out a throaty cry of ecstasy as he released his load into Silk.

Each of the participants gave another convulse of pleasure before finally there was a combined sigh of satisfaction as their final sexual releases occurred.

Then there was quiet.

The combined euphoria began to settle. Alex pulled his cock from Silk, and took a second or two before trying to stand. Silk moved back out from between Rebecca's legs, and she also took a moment before attempting to stand. A slight stagger caused Alex to grab her and help her up.

Rebecca was still laying back in her chair, her pussy oozing more of her own juices mixed with Alex's cum, and now Silk's saliva.

Silk started to gather her thoughts and moved up against Alex. She leaned in to kiss him, her tongue pushing through to meet his. The combined taste of Rebecca's pussy nectar and his own man seed meet his taste buds and he let out a muffled moan of satisfaction.

Silk pulled back from the kiss and announced, "That combined spunk from you two tastes so good, I see a very long future for you two together."

Alex and Rebecca began to get organized, both picked up their coats to cover their even more naked bodies.

"Don't forget your boots and skirt, guys," Silk says as they make to leave the changing room, "They're on the house."

"You sure?" asks Alex.

"Hun, any couple who work that well together, cum together and taste so good together, deserve a wedding present from me."

Back in the store, Silk wrapped their present and wished them well together.

As Rebecca and Alex exited the store, a young couple stood looking at the store's front window. The girl wore a tight t-shirt with no visible bra line and a short pleated mini-skirt. The guy wore a long ski jacket that covered down to his mid thigh.

Rebecca glanced around to see the mannequins in the store's window have moved positions. They also seemed to have changed attire. The female mannequin now had on a pleated skirt pushed up to expose leather crotchless panties. The male mannequin had on a leather half harness and was mounting her from behind while swinging from some sort of contraption.

Rebecca turned and smiled at the pair, who suddenly became embarrassed and rushed into the store.

Wow, Rebecca thought, looking back at the window, That looks like such an interesting position, I wonder if Alex would be up for it next time we visit?

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I would like to thank michchick98 for her advice and editing that made this story 10 times better than it was originally.

And I would like to thank a special lady for use of her name. Luvs ya hon. lowflykiwi



Shopping Can be Fun!



I actually talked my boyfriend into going shopping with me, because I told him that I needed to find a skimpy sundress, and that I would "model" it for him before making the purchase. I'm about 5'8", with long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and my chest is a 36C. 

I found a cute, cotton light blue dress with little flowers on it. It had thin spaghetti straps, and a zipper up the back. My boyfriend and I both agreed it was cute, and so I headed back to the dressing room, while he sat down in a chair close to the entrance. 

When I went to take off the dress I currently wore, I couldn't get the zipper in the back undone. So...I politely called out of my room "Can someone please come help me un-do my zipper?" 

My boyfriend was startled when suddenly he saw a gorgeous woman walking seductively towards the dressing room. She had long, dark hair, and wore a tiny and tight pink little sweater, a black micro mini-skirt, and black stiletto heels. As she walked past him, he looked at her tight, round ass, her skirt riding up over her cheeks, and couldn't decide if the darkness he saw between her legs was her black thong, or her bare pussy. 

Obviously after hearing my call for help, and then wanting to satisfy his curiousity about what was under her skirt, he followed behind her....quietly and not wanting to be noticed. 

When the beautiful sales clerk arrived, she pulled the curtain open, came right in and asked me what I needed help with. She stood behind me, and we talked to each other in the full-length mirror. 

I explained to her that I couldn't reach the zipper in the back. As I went to push down one spaghetti strap, she didn't notice, and pushed the other side down at the same time. My dress fell to the floor, and before I knew it, I was standing there, completely naked, in front of this gorgeous woman. I didn't wear a bra or panties that day because I wanted to try on clothes without bra and panty-lines showing through. Immediately her eyes went to my now-erect nipples, by looking into the mirror. 

Staring at my tits, she talked to me in the mirror, saying "Jesus, you have beautiful tits. You don't mind if I touch your hard nipples, do you?" 

Before I even had a chance to respond, she had reached her soft hands around me and starting pulling and pinching my tits. Mmmmm...it felt so good. She stepped in even closer, pressing her chest up against my back. All I could do was watch in the mirror, as this gorgeous young girl was playing with my nipples, and I felt my cunt starting to drip. 

Then I looked at her in the mirror, and told her that I would love to see her huge, beautiful breasts. 

Without hesitation, she moved back away from me, I turned around to face her, and helped her pull her tight pink sweater over her head. I stared at her perfectly round, beautiful tits, heaving in her sexy, lace bra, and begged her to take it off. 

She did, and there I looked at her hard, erect nipples, just begging for me to lick them. So, we took turns, she licked and sucked my 36 C's, and I lapped and bit her 40 D's. 

Obviously lots of moaning and heavy breathing was taking place by now, and so my boyfriend took his cue, and snuck over to my dressing room, to see what was happening. 

Without even realizing his presence, he pulled back the curtain to my dressing room, and started to watch. His cock grew harder and longer by the second, as he watched 2 horny and beautiful women licking each other's tits. He stood there, unnoticed, getting more and more turned on, watching and listening to us. 

I had to see more of her. I had to see her pussy. I stopped licking and biting her large, beautiful nipples, I looked stood up and told her that I wanted to see and eat her cunt. I asked her to take off her skirt and show me her wet pussy. 

So, I sat down on the chair, legs spread, and starting playing with my own clit. She turned around and faced the mirror, as I watched her slowly slide her skirt down her legs, revealing no panties at all! My boyfriend was right....she was a little slut, not wearing any panties to work. I gasped at how perfect and edible her ass looked. 

Then she reached back and spread her cheeks apart, revealing a tight and lickable little asshole. Mmmmmm.....I was salavating...wanting to lick her ass so badly. 

She moved her hand down and slowly slid 2 fingers into her wet, wet pussy, moaning all the while. Then she turned around, faced me and licked her fingers clean. She told me, "Mmmmm....my pussy tastes sooo good, you're going to love the sweet taste as well." 

By this time my pussy was soaking wet and I was getting so hot watching this little whore show me her tight body. I told her, "I'm sure you do taste nice and sweet. But, first, I am the customer, and I want to you eat my dripping wet cunt." 

With that, she quickly snatched up her own bra off the floor, twirled me around, and tied my wrists in front of me with it! She told me, "Oh yes, the customer always comes first and I will please you with my tongue, but it has to be on my terms. I'm the expert here." 

She pushed me down onto my knees and we were both parallel with the mirror so that we could see everything going on. With me on all fours, I put my tied wrists out in front of me, and laid my head on the floor, watching in the mirror, as she got down on her knees and got closer to my exposed ass and pussy. 

She slapped the insides of my thighs, demanding "Open your legs wider, I'm going to lick you until you're cumming and screaming for more." I obeyed. 

Her tongue and mouth were amazing. She craned her head so that she could reach the top of my clit, and started slowly licking her way from the top of my clit, spreading my lips slowly with her soaking wet tongue, and kept going until she reached my ass hole. Then she licked me like a sex-starved whore, so hungry for sex. I was getting wetter and wetter...and she was lapping at my pussy like she was drinking water for the first time in weeks. 

I was getting so hot, watching in the mirror as this beautiful slut on her knees was licking and sucking my wet cunt. I actually held my breath for a moment, taking it all in and she noticed. 

She stopped, slapped my ass and said "What, aren't you enjoying my tongue lapping at your pussy and your ass? You're not moaning, you bitch!" 

I quickly responded "Oh yes....it feels so good, please don't stop. I'll do anything." 

She said "Oh good, you little whore. You stay tied up on your knees, and I'm going to become your favorite sales clerk. You'll never want anyone to help you again." She continued to lick and suck my pussy, and rim my asshole. God, I never wanted her to stop. 

Then she shoved her 2 soaking wet fingers in my pussy again, finger-fucking my wet hole. She asked, "Do you like that, you little bitch? Am I pleasing the customer?" 

I told her "Yes, you are doing so well. Please don't stop eating my cunt and licking my tight asshole." 

Just then my boyfriend couldn't keep his erection to himself anymore and made himself known. He pulled back the curtain, stepped in and said, "Well, little Miss Sales Whore, I'd love for you to make my slutty girlfriend cum all over your tongue too, but I have a hard-on that's about to explode, so you're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop." 

With that he grabbed her long, dark hair and yanked her over, so that she was sitting on her knees, right in front of his hard cock. He told her "Now, un-do my belt, un-zip my jeans, take out my hard dick, and suck it like a good little sales girl does. Do it good, and you just may get a tip." 

By this time I was so close to cumming, so I got up and my boyfriend untied my wrists for me. I sat back down on my chair opened my legs wide, and began masturbating, while I watched the beautiful but slutty sales-girl suck my boyfriend's hard, thick cock. 

He kept a hold of her hair in his hands, forcing his dick down her throat. She was gagging and moaning at the same time. I was getting wetter and hotter. She was soooo fucking gorgeous, and was being such a good slut, blowing my boyfriend. 

He looked over at me and saw how turned on I was. He said to me "Mmmmm....baby, you're pussy is sooo wet, are you ready for me? I'm gonna fuck you so hard. I'm gonna make you even wetter by cumming all over your slutty cunt that you are playing with. And don't you just want to abuse this nasty, hot little sales girl? She's sucking my dick like a pro. I want to watch you lick her slutty, tight little pussy and her ass too. I'm gonna rape both of you!" 

That made me even more excited to hear, so I quickly finished myself off, playing with my clit and shoving my own fingers into my soaking wet cunt. I screamed and shivered as I came all over my hand. 

My boyfriend watched and said "Good job, my little whore. I love to watch you play with your own pussy. Now you're nice and wet for me." He was so close to cumming himself. 

He looked down to see a beautiful little cunt sucking away on his hard cock, bobbing up and down, and taking as much of his huge dick as she could down her throat. He said "Jesus, I'm gonna cum, but not yet. First we're gonna lick and suck this little sales slut up and down and get her ready so that I can fuck her tight little holes." 

He yanked her head back off his cock, and pushed her gently onto her back. She lay there on the floor, spread-eagle looking so beautiful, yet soooo slutty. I wanted to lick every part of her. 

My boyfriend got down on his knees, grabbed both of her thighs and pushed both back towards her head. Her legs were spread apart, and we could both see her dripping wet cunt and tight little ass hole. He said to me, "Come on baby. Help me lick her pussy and ass. You know how good she tastes, now I'm gonna have a good taste myself." 

We took turns eating this beautiful whore. I sucked her clit into my mouth, while slipping my fingers into her slutty hole, while my boyfriend lapped at her tight little ass hole. 

I could hear her moaning and she would periodically scream, "Yes, lick me, eat me! Suck my slutty clit and rim my tight ass! Mmmmmmm...I love it! Please make me cum." 

We both continued to feverishly lick her, suck her and fuck her with both our fingers. Her wet pussy tasted so fucking good in my mouth...on my tongue. I just kept lapping up all of her sweet juices. 

My boyfriend continued rimming her tight ass hole. I know she was getting close to cumming in our mouths. But then my boyfriend said he wanted to watch for a few minutes. 

He said to me, "I want to watch you....my hot, whore-girlfriend eat out our new favorite sales-slut. And lick her ass really good, because I'm gonna fuck it so hard that she's gonna pass out when I'm done with her." 

Then he sat back and started stroking his ultra-hard dick, and told me "Do it, bitch! Eat out our new slutty whore." Again, I obeyed. 

Taking over where left off, I licked her tight asshole. Jesus, it was so tight and so tasty. She squirmed and moaned every time I shoved the tip of my tongue up her ass. And then I just got soo turned on, I couldn't help myself. I started lapping at her pussy so hard and so quick. I wanted to eat her cunt forever. Every few seconds I stopped licking her yummy ass, and would shove my fingers into her hot cunt. 

She would scream, "Oh fuck yes! Keep eating me and licking me and fucking me! Rape me!!!! I'm your whore now...for the both of you!!" 

That got me even hotter and I just kept eating her fucking hot and wet slutty pussy. It tasted so sweet on my tongue. I reached down and stuck the tip of one finger into her little asshole. I turned around to see my boyfriend jacking off and so turned on, and told him, "Her asshole's not very wet! Should I do something about that?" 

He yelled back "Fuck yes! I'm almost ready to rape that slutty little ass, so you better stick that wet tongue of yours up her ass and get her soaking wet for me. Do, it you fucking whore!" 

I have no problems taking orders. As I traded my fingers in her ass for her pussy, I moved my head back down to her tight, beautiful little ass hole and licked her ass like it was a strawberry lollipop. Fuck, she was so hot. I just licked her and licked her until her asshole was soaking wet. 

When my boyfriend saw what a good job I was doing, he grabbed me by the hair and yelled, "Move, you slutty whore. It's my turn now. You've licked that ass and gotten it nice and soaking wet for me. Now I'm going to fuck her so hard. You go around to the front of this whore and open up your pussy lips for her. She's going to eat your nasty cunt while I fuck her tight little ass. Do it, now!" 

He grabbed the slutty sales whore, flipped her over onto her knees, and slowly shoved his huge dick into her ass. I watched in amazement. 

It disappeared into her hole and she screamed "Oh fuck! I'm soo tight. Be careful." 

My boyfriend very calmly said back to her, "Shut up, you little whore. I'm fucking your slutty ass, and I'm gonna rape you until I cum. If you know what's good for you, and you want that tip, you better open your mouth, and eat my girlfriend's wet, nasty cunt." He continued fucking her so hard, with his hands clamped omto her hips. 

With that, I quickly sat down in front of her spread my legs and told her "Eat my pussy, you nasty whore, and make me cum. I'm gonna spill my pussy juices all over your slutty tongue." 

She did as she was told and started lapping at my cunt like her life depended on it. It was so incredible to look down and see a beautiful little hot slut eating out my pussy, licking me and sucking me, and then look up to see my gorgeous boyfriend pounding away at her hot, tight ass. 

I asked her "Do you like that, you whore? Do you like eating pussy and getting your tight little ass fucked by my boyfriend's huge dick?" 

She just moaned loudly and continued to eat my soaking wet cunt. I wanted her to eat me for hours. Her tongue felt so fucking good up inside my pussy. 

He slapped her ass and said "Oh yeah, she loves it. She's a hot little sales clerk who will do anything for a good tip, won't you, you filthy whore?" 

She moaned again and kept kept licking my wet cunt. I was getting hotter and hotter and finally was ready to cum. I grabbed her hair in one hand and said, "Ok, you fucking slut, I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna lap it all up, like a good sales slut." Fuck...I've never cum so hard. 

And she licked me and ate me, just as I commanded her to. She was sooo hot. That of course, made my boyfriend lose it too, but he wanted to cum all over BOTH of his favorite sluts. 

So, he quickly pulled his cock out our little whore's ass and yelled at us "Both of you dirty fucking whores, get over here. I'm gonna cum all over your beautiful, slutty faces." 

We did as we were told and he yelled again "Open your nasty mouths and take my cum!!!" 

With that he came all over our faces and some on our tongues and lips. It was soo hot. 

When he was done, I looked at our little slut and saw his cum all over her gorgeous face. I couldn't help it - I leaned over and licked off all his cum from her face. 

She did the same for me. My boyfriend just watched in amazement. 

We all got dressed and told our new slutty friend that we would be back for more shopping, and that she better be ready and wet. 

We reminded her "Tips don't come easy, do they? Be a good little sales-slut and you'll get plenty of tips from us."