3 comments/ 72721 views/ 11 favorites The Sex Shop By: cahab I didn’t do as well in my school exams as I should have. My mind wasn’t really on it. It was on sex, all day and every day, and my dreams filled my nights with it too. The first whisperings of a reputation that no-one really believed followed me enough that several of the boys who previously wouldn’t give me a second glance followed me around, and I did flirt a little, but my heart wasn’t really in it. I could see how they guarded their relationships so jealously, that so many of the after school fights started with the careless glance at their female possessions. I wanted none of that. No-one would own me. I couldn’t imagine ever being satisfied by one man. Even, at the moment, one at a time. So I left school with no qualifications, and still no friends. I was miserable, and just hung around the house, watching TV. My mother was pestering me to go out and get a job, but the only ones to be had were in the local factories and supermarkets, stacking and sorting. I felt better than that. I did have a skill, after all, that few women do. I was sexually unfazeable. I pride myself on a very vivid imagination, another skill which has come in useful over the years, and as I daydreamed I could not imagine a single sexual act which would revolt me. Indeed, the dirtier it was the more turned on I became, and I frequently played with myself, imagining all the fetishes in the world played out on me (although masturbation has never really worked for me). As a matter of fact I was wrong: There are, to date, exactly three fetishes I have come across which do little or nothing for me, but I’ve tried those as well. But I digress, that’s a story for another time. I knew what industry I wanted a job in, but had no idea how to get into it. I kept myself trim as much as possible, and took up swimming to tone myself up. I practiced applying make up until I was a mistress of the art, and could look anything from angel to hooker in minutes. I wandered up and down the lanes where the local call-girls plied their trade, but could not bring myself to partake. It all looked to dangerous to me, and I had heard far too many tales of them being found dead in a ditch somewhere. No, that wasn’t for me. This wasn’t a quickie to get me a few quid to see me through to my next fix. I was a career woman. The obvious answer would have been the movies, but there were a couple of problems with that. Firstly I couldn’t imagine what my mother would say if she learnt of my desires. I would die of embarrassment if she were ever to get wind of anything about my double life. Secondly I was in England, and at the time the UK was a little puritanical about such things. I didn’t know about what went on behind closed doors, of course, but at the time the problem seemed insurmountable. So my problems were twofold: I had no money, and I was desperately frustrated. I couldn’t get sex off my mind, and my own fumblings with myself were fruitless. I eventually decided what I needed was some sort of sex toy (at the time I didn’t even know what a dildo was called, though I was vaguely aware of the concept), and mustered enough courage to visit my local sex shop. I knew where it was because I had passed it every day on the bus on the way to school. My heart was pounding as I walked through the door. There were two men inside trying to look innocently through the magazines, and two men chatting behind the counter, looking up at a video screen that was turned away from the customers. They smiled as I walked in, and the two customers did their best not to look at me at all. I looked around the shelves. There were quite a few vibrators and dildos on the shelves, and I looked at them briefly enough to satisfy myself that they sold one that would suit my needs, without wishing to handle them too much in front of the present company. My attention was drawn, though, by the magazines on sale, big and small, often sold packed in packages of many at once. The pictures they depicted made me feel weak at the knees. Here, a woman smiled a huge smile while surrounded by at least a dozen cocks, some resting on her cheeks. There, a woman was pierced front and rear by a man’s abdomen, and two stickers saying ‘Special Offer!’ and ‘More Inside!’. My imagination was running overtime, and I could feel the familiar warm, wet sensation of excitement spreading from between my legs. I slowly moved my hand up my skirt towards my panties and… ‘Can I help you?’, He said. I jumped, and dropped my skirt back down. ‘Erm…’, I said. I told myself not to be so silly, this was the man’s job, after all. ‘What’s your most realistic vibrator?’ He smiled. ‘How realistic do you want?’ ‘I just want it to feel right. In my hand and in my… My cunt.’ Sex shop worker though he was, my candor obviously startled him, though he did his best not to let it show. The other customers, had started to sidle out the door, but overhearing the conversation turned as nonchalantly as possible and started browsing again, just within earshot. ‘I see.’, He said. ‘Er, well I can’t really vouch for any of them by personal experience, you understand. Though this one,’ he said, pointing to a large white dildo ‘says it’s realistic feeling on the box.’ I picked it up and read the side. ‘Yes.’, I said. ‘Can I take it out and feel it?’ He glanced over at his mate behind the counter. ‘Yes, sure.’, He said. I slid the dildo out of the box and held it in my hands. It was quite large, with a foreskin built into it which moved satisfactorily backwards and forwards. It was cold, but other than that felt very similar to those I had held before. I looked over at the man and smiled again, and noticed how he was holding himself. He obviously had a large and quite painful erection, and was doing his best not to let it show. I looked around at the other men in the shop. They all immediately glanced away when I looked at them, but not quickly enough to stop me realising I had been stared at. I could feel the power running through me like a current. The situation was coming together nicely. If I could just move things along a little… I put the dildo, still unboxed, back down on the shelf, and took a couple of steps towards him. He started to take a step backwards and then, reading my face, checked himself. I put my hand out to his groin and felt his cock, almost as big as the dildo, through his jeans. ‘What about this?’, I said hoarsely. ‘Can I take this out?’ He looked over again at the man behind the counter, and I looked around too. All eyes were on me now, and this time they didn’t look away. He looked back at me, and swallowed. ‘There’s a room…’, He said hesitantly. ‘No.’ I said firmly. ‘Here or not at all’. Looking into his eyes I moved my hand to his fly and slowly unzipped him, waiting for him to stop me. He didn’t. His cock burst out of his jeans and into my waiting hand; he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Still looking him in the eyes I knelt down and took the head of his penis in my mouth, letting my tongue curl around it, feeling my way around its curves and breathing in its taste. It didn’t taste clean and fresh like the boys at school, but a little sweaty and salty, and there was a little background of a taste I didn’t at the time recognise, but I now realise was female cum from earlier in the day, or maybe even the night before. Whatever, it felt dirty, and a little sordid, and it turned me on more than ever. I moaned a little, as did the owner of the cock in my mouth, stuck my ass up in the air and hitched up my skirt. I reached round with my free hand to try and pull down my panties, but couldn’t quite reach. I wished the rest of the guys would start to take the hint soon, my pussy, and myself, were just crying out for something hard inside me. I was just beginning to wonder if I should reach for the dildo and start on myself when someone, I don’t know who, snapped out of their trance and cried ‘Fucking yes!’ and was quickly behind me. I didn’t want to take the first guy out of my mouth, especially as he was starting to slowly and gently rock himself backwards and forwards in my mouth, moaning softly to himself with each rock, and his pleasure increased my own. Whoever it was behind me pulled down my panties and inserted two fingers into my cunt, causing me to open my mouth to moan despite myself, but I needn’t have worried as my fleshy gag was soon re-inserted. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’, Again from behind me, and the fingers were removed to be quickly replaced by a lovely, fat cock, which would have had trouble entering me but for the fact that by this point I was virtually wet enough to paddle in. I was forced to remove the cock from my mouth for just a moment to cry out as I orgasmed for the first time since the night of my first time. I had been worried that in the moment I might have gritted my teeth, and ruined the moment. ‘Oh god, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Oh, God!’. After delivering this short soliloquy I pounced back on the cock in front of me as the guy fucking me doggy style settled down into a rhythm, each thrust driving me forward onto the cock in my mouth, down my throat. The first few times I nearly choked, but after that I discovered that if I made a swallowing motion each time it went nicely down my throat, and was reasonably comfortable. It was like I had made a second pussy, and I felt fulfilled in every sense of the word. This, I decided, was what I had been put on this earth for. ‘Yes, you bitch!’, Cried the man behind me. ‘You fucking whore! Suck that cock! Suck Johnnie’s cock! Suck it! You like it, don’t you? You like the taste of that cock!’ Johnnie, I gathered, was the man I had in my mouth, and yes, I did like it, though I was hoping he would cum soon, as I liked the taste of cum even more. No sooner thought than done, as with a final thrust he sent a torrent of cum shooting down my throat, holding the back of my head with his hand, fortunately just as I was swallowing, so I didn’t choke or retch at all. I swallowed it down gulp after gulp, most of it bypassing my taste buds and going straight to my stomach, though I did get a small taste as he wanked the last few drops from his cock onto my waiting tongue, and I quickly gave it a hard suck, just to make sure I had it all. I rolled the results around on my tongue like a wine taster before swallowing them down. ‘Oh god, yes!’ cried the vocal man behind me, and removed himself from my cunt. I whimpered a little; I was disappointed if that was all. I needn’t have worried. He lifted me up my legs and pulled my panties completely off, flinging them somewhere out of sight. Then he picked me up by the waist and carried me to a raised area towards the back of the shop, where he set me down again on the floor. He sat down on the top of the step, took off his trousers, and slapped his lap, his erection bouncing with each slap. ‘Climb over here on uncle Simon’, He said. I nodded, and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I was just wearing a t-shirt and my shoes now, and that felt faintly ridiculous, so I took the t-shirt off as well. I walked over to Simon and straddled him, facing away from him, lowering myself slowly down onto his cock as I wasn’t sure how much of it would fit inside me. ‘No’, he said, and before I knew what was happening added ‘You’re just too damn slippery there, girl.’ He quickly drew a hand across my cunt lips and over my anus, before quickly pushing me down onto his stiff, hot cock head. I gave a yelp and leapt off of him, suddenly breathless. ‘Hey sorry…’, He began, but I stopped him. ‘No.’, I said. ‘No, that’s okay. It just took me by surprise.’ As indeed it had. I had, of course, fantasized about being fucked in the ass, but the first time, or the first time after a long time off, always takes my breath away. I licked my lips and climbed back on, lying back into his arms, and with his assistance slowly lowered my ass onto him. It felt good, and I surprised myself with how far it went up there comfortably, but it was getting him a lot further than it was getting me. I needed something back in my pussy. I looked back again at the other occupants of the room. The two customers both had their cocks out and were wanking themselves slowly but determinedly watching me. I don’t know what I must have looked like at the time, but I know my hair was in my face and I couldn’t take my hands off of Simon’s knees for fear of falling too far on and rupturing something. I tried to smile at the customers, but I couldn’t quite manage it. Instead I hissed, in a rather more exasperated way than I had intended ‘For god’s sake, come on then!’. The nearest guy hesitated a second too long and the other was past him, kneeling down and squeezing himself up my now oh-so-tight pussy. The two cocks inside me at once felt like I was on fire, and I screamed loudly. They hesitated a moment, and I managed to yell out ‘Oh, Christ, please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!’ The customer started to thrust away, ever more determined and faster, faster, and I screamed out on each one like I was being murdered. A cock appeared in front of my face and I tried to take it in my mouth but I couldn’t concentrate on it, so I just opened my mouth expectantly. Unexpectedly my opened mouth was then filled with the cock that had just been inside my pussy, as I tasted my own cum for the first time, closely followed by his. I swallowed it down, and then relaxed as I felt a warm wave of cum flow down and out of my ass too. Simon lay back, and I lay back on top of him, his dwindling cock still inside me. We lay there, panting, for a little while, and then I eased myself up and began to search for my clothes. Johnnie held out the bundle to me and smiled kindly. He pointed out the toilet through a door behind me, and I nodded gratefully. I washed off the worst of it and cursed as there was no mirror to repair my make-up in. I must look a sight. I put most of my clothes back on, as my panties didn’t appear to be there, and brushed my hair. Once back outside I attempted to thank Simon and Johnnie (who’s name actually turned out to be just John), but they were too busy thanking me to listen. They offered me the dildo for free, and I stuffed it into my bag, having to bend it a little to fit it in. I explained my career indecision to them, and they offered to help, so I wrote my number on my white panties, having just found them, and they stuck them proudly on their wall behind the counter. I needed to give myself time to air off down there anyway, and I was happy to give them their little memento. And after all, I thought as I walked home through town, with the breeze sending shivers up my thighs, I just don’t see myself as a white panty kind of girl anymore. The Sex Shop It had been quiet in the shop for the past hour and Julie was standing behind the counter tapping her red fingernails as she stared up at the clock. "I wish I could close up early, at 10:45 who's going to come in now?" She rolled her eyes as she opened her cash drawer and started to count the twenties. When she finished counting her cash for her shift she took another peek at the clock, "five too, I'm closing up now." She walked around the counter and just as she was about to lock the door a tall, dark haired man entered the shop. "Great she thought to herself, no one for an hour and just when I'm going to close up someone comes in," she smiled at him as he past her to walk into the shop. She went back to stand behind the counter then looked at the clock, "10:58." She walked over to the door to lock it then walked over to the man who was looking at ball gags, "Sir, I'm going to be closing in two minutes could I help you with anything?" He very smoothly turned his head and looked down at her letting his eyes drop to check out her whole body then brought his eyes back to hers and smiled, "yes you can." All her annoyance melted away as his dark blue eyes dug deep down inside her. He took a ball gag off the hook then turned to her, "I would really like to see how this would look before I buy it, would you mind modeling it for me?" "Tell this weirdo no and get out," she thought as her eyes looked deeply into his but she was stunned as he lips formed the answer yes. She knew she should say no, tell him to leave but she just couldn't deny his request. He rubbed his finger along her nametag, "Julie is it? Open you mouth nice and wide for me." He slipped the ball in and tightened the strap at the back of her head. He pulled it really tight and tied it off then came back in front of her to see the look. "Oh yes it's perfect." He took it off and placed it on the counter, "I'll take it," then he looked at the wrist and ankle cuffs and held them up in front of her, "would you mind?" "O...Oh yes of course." She held out her wrists. "Take your shoes and socks off for me and call me Master Jay." "Mas...ter Jay." She bent over and removed her socks and shoes then stood back up with her wrists out in front of her. "No behind you." She looked up at him but did what he asked. He put them on her and connected them together then he bent down and put the ankle cuffs on, pulling them together to connect them as well. He stood up and walked around her a couple of times. He whispered in her ear from the back, "how do they make you feel, helpless, frightened even?" He walked to the front of her and looked into her eyes again. "Yes," she said, "helpless and frightened...Master Jay." "Yes I can see you do." He ran his finger down her cheek. "I'll take them too." He took them off her and placed them on the counter too. She grabbed her socks and shoes and went quickly to the cash drawer to ring it all in. She grabbed a bag to put the stuff in but he said, "no, put in my black bag please." He hefted a black carry bag on to the counter and unzipped it. She followed him to the door to let him out. He stopped half way out, "good night Julie I might be back next Thursday as well to buy more stuff," he gave her a large grin. He stood there looking into her eyes for a minute as if waiting for something. "Good evening M...Master Jay." She returned his grin and he slipped threw the door. All she could think of when she locked the door behind him was how wet she felt between her legs and how wet he would make her feel if he came back next week. The week crept by slowly for Julie specially Sunday and Monday her days off but Thursday did finally come and as the day got closer to the end she found herself eagerly watching the door. It wasn't busy but it was steady which kept her just busy enough she couldn't watch the door all the time. She was helping a couple picking out some skin oils they could take with them on their honey moon when he slipped threw the door. It was 10:50 when they had decided to get a box with smaller bottles of all the different oils so they could try them all they headed towards the cash. She turned around and there he was over near the clamps. She could feel the fear and the excitement at the same time fusing under her skin the moment he looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. She quickly ran the couple's purchase threw telling them she hopes their honeymoon is fantastic, as she walked them to the door to lock it after they left. "Good luck and have fun," she said as she closed the door after them. She slowly turned around and looked at him as she started to walk over towards him. She stood quiet for a minute but just as she was about to say something, he spoke. "Hello Julie, I'm thinking of getting some nipple clamps and maybe even some for the clit with weights but I would really like know how they feel and if they are going to do the job I expect them too, you know what I mean?" He looked down at her and smiled. She lowered her eyes to the floor then slowly raised them up to look into his eyes, "Yes Master Jay I...I think I do." "And what do you think is the solution to my problem Julie?" Julie looked at the floor again then back up at him, "You could try them on me and I could tell you how they feel." "Julie I like the way you think." He picked a set of nipple clamps that where connected with a chain and turned towards her, "I would like to try these first." Julie looked into his eye for a few minutes but she knew what he expected her to do. She lifted her top over her head, folded it and placed it on a small chair that was against the wall then she unclipped her bra placing it together with her top. He dug into his black bag and brought out the wrist cuffs he had bought last week. "Remember these Julie." He smiled, "I'd like you to turn around please." Julie turned around with her wrists together at her back. She could feel wet heat between her legs as he put them on her wrists and connected them together so she couldn't move them then turned around to face him. He first pinched her left nipple plucking it like a bowstring then with a smile he clamped it down on her nipple and tightened it. The pleasure filled pain he saw in her eyes made his cock twitch. He then twisted and plucked the right nipple then clamped that one too. He attached the chain to the clamps then stood back so he could get full view of her face. "Julie I would like you too look into my eyes and not look away no matter what I do, understand?" Julie swallowed, "Yes Master Jay." Lightly he pulled on the chain then a bit harder, then harder. Each time he pulled it hurt a bit more until it caused tears to flow. He released the chain and lightly ran his fingertips down her cheek. "I am very pleased with the product and the demonstration Julie. You are very obedient aren't you?" "I'm trying to be Master Jay after all you are the customer." He turned around and took another clamp off the hook on the wall, which had weights with it. "I think well shall go right for the heavy weights shall we Julie?" "If it is what you wish Master Jay." She couldn't take her eyes off the clamp as she lowered her skirt down to her ankles showing that there where no underwear underneath. With out looking at him she folded her skirt and placed it with her bra and top. "Look up at me Julie." She raised her head, "I like that you didn't wear any underwear. Did you do that for me?" She nodded her head up and down then spread her legs apart for him to put the clamp on her cunt lips. She knew it was going to hurt just like her nipples where hurting right now but she couldn't help but feel the quivers of pleasure that it caused at the same time. She closed her eyes. "No Julie I want your eyes open and looking at me," he said as he bent down and started to pull and stretch her lip. He clamped both her lips then placed the heaviest weights on each. She let out a sweal as the weight pulled down on her cunt lips. He stood up and looked into her eyes and watched her for fifteen minutes. "Julie how does your nipples feel?" He pulled lightly on the chain. "Lots of pain but lots of pleasure too at the same time." He grabbed the weights and pulled a little then ran his finger between her lips so they both knew how dripping wet and slick she was. Her cheeks turned red. "How do you feel down there Julie?" "Oh Master Jay it hurts a lot but...it makes me want to cum so much it causes more pain." He smiled, he stuck his two fingers inside her and dipped them in and out faster and faster until she exploded all over the rug. "I will be taking all the clamps Julie," he said as he started to remove them. "Thank-you Master Jay," Julie said as she went to grab her clothes. "Your very welcome Julie but I want you to stay naked for me until I'm gone." "Alright Master Jay." She walked behind the counter and rang in his purchases then took the keys and walked him over to the door. "Good night Julie." "Master Jay?" He stopped then took a step back from the door. "Yes Julie?" "Ah...Will you be...coming back next Thursday, Master Jay?" He smiled down at her. "Would you like me to come back Julie?" She looked up into his eyes and smiled, "I would like that a lot Master Jay." He gently ran his finger down the side of her face, "then I will be back Julie good-night." He smiled at her once more then disappeared into the night.