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A Trip to the Spa

By: grlanachronism78



I rolled my head around and stretched my back, wincing I put my hand to my neck. "God this sucks." I had been dealing with more stress than usual lately. My stress always seems to stay in my neck and lower back, tightening the muscles and giving me headaches. Changes at work, the fact that I may be laid off, going through a Master's program, and then general life issues had me bound up. I needed to relax. I needed some time where I thought about absolutely nothing. 

I picked up the phone and waited impatiently for the other end to pick up, "Good Afternoon, Shine Spa, how may I help you." 

"I'd like to set up an appointment." 

"I can assist you with that." 

The woman's voice on the other end made my head pound more. It was one of those high, frilly voices, and being a person who was prone to anger and violence, all I wanted to do right then was punch her in the face. I rubbed my neck some more and talked to the annoying-voiced woman on the other end until I had my appointment scheduled for that weekend. I sat back and sighed, "I really hope this works." I set the time period so that I would have four hours there, getting pampered and rubbed on to try and release my stress and tension. 

I thought about the spa all week long and when Sunday finally rolled around, I was almost overjoyed. When I walked into the spa, the same woman who I spoke with on the phone was behind the counter. Her voice went to the center of my head; but I donned a fake smile and a pleasant voice. I filled out the forms and away I went for my relaxation. 

The receptionist walked through all the mandatory things, all clothes and jewelry off, robes and towels here, and where to go when I was done changing. I thanked her, and got ready. I was greeted by my massage therapist. Her voice was calm and less annoying. I shook her hand and went into the room. She left and I disrobed, laying on the table. The room smelled good; it was softly lit with candles and recess lighting; some relaxing music played from somewhere. I laid my forehead in the pillow. My feet couldn't reach the other pillow but she fixed that when she came back in. 

"What kind of pressure would you like, soft, medium or hard."

"Medium is fine." 

"Okay then lets get started."

The first moments of contact where wonderful. I closed my eyes and let my body relax into the table. I slowed my breathing down and focused only on her hands. I soon found myself dozing off. I tried to fight it but then decided that when she needed me to turn around she'd wake me up. 

When she did wake me up, it felt like I had been asleep forever. I was confused, "how long did I sleep?" 

"Not long Hon, but you went down hard." 

I smiled, "I'm sorry. I meant to just doze for a while, not actually sleep. I didn't snore or anything did I?"

She laughed, "No you looked quite peaceful."

She moved up to my head and massaged my face, moved her fingers through my hair and massaged the top of my head, down to my neck. I let out a small thankful moan, "well, it was hard not falling asleep. You're very good at what you do." "Thank you Hon. I know how to relieve stress, and you looked like a girl who needed that badly." 

I laughed, "I do, I do." 

I quit talking again and closed my eyes. I smiled as her hands went down to my shoulders and moved along the top of my arms. As her hands moved down my arms, I took noticed that her thumbs grazed the sides of my breasts. I didn't think much of it, I have big tits they are hard to get around sometimes. When she came back up and lingered on my bicep where her fingers could touch the side of my boobs, I took even more notice. I didn't say anything, if she wanted to stay there I wasn't going to stop her. 

I opened my eyes and looked at her as she spoke, "I must admit that you have a nice body. You take care of yourself well. How do you do it? " 

It took my a minute to answer and I heard her stuttered, "sorry it's just that most people who come in here and well you know esthetically pleasing."

I laughed, "no you're fine. I really don't do much. I'm a busy person. I eat pretty irregularly and probably never enough. I do go jogging with my dog every morning; it's a little bit of a stress reliever just to be out with him, but other than that I do nothing. I don't go to the gym or anything; I don't have time."

I noticed her hands moving down. They went to my stomach and I thought, "I've never had a masseuse touch me there."

"What do you do that leaves no time for you?" 

I laughed again, "everything. I work full time, I'm a full time graduate student, and I have a family, a husband and two daughters."

"How old are your girls?"

"They are ten and eight." 

Her hands stopped for a second and she looked me in the eyes, "how old are you?" 

I looked at her with my right eyebrow cocked at the surprise in her voice, "I'm 30, Love." 

Her hands had moved down and her fingers massaged my lower belly. I looked down at her hands and back up to her. 

"Oh my God, really? I thought you were 22 tops. You look very young."

"I'm not that old." 

"That's not what I meant." 

I laughed, "I know." 

"I mean really, you have to spend hours on yourself."

"No I don't. I don't do skin treatments or anything. I wash my face in the shower, put on some make-up and that's it. I'm not even wearing make-up today." 

"Wow." I shrugged, "guess I'm blessed."

Her hands went down further and she massaged my upper thighs. Her body was now leaning over me and I could see down her shirt. 

"I know you're stressed, I feel it in your body, but you still must handle it well. What else besides walking the dog do you do? Your face wasn't drawn or anything. Most people who come in here look like absolutely hell. You are very pretty. I love your hair."

She brought one hand up and ran it through my copper hair. Her hand went to my thigh and she moved them both further up. Her fingers were now grazing the sides of my pussy.

I laughed and shook my head, "no I don't handle it well. I'm a very angry person, and well let's just say I drink a lot to cope." 

"Do you think you have a problem?" 

Her thumbs moved to massage my pussy lips and I moved my hips forward. 

"With what? Drinking? Naw, I only drink on the weekends. Which isn't that great, the binge drinking, but I figure I'll stop once I wake up on a Monday morning and think, boy I really need a drink." 

She laughed and moved her hands up my belly. The rested for a moment on my full breasts before she started kneading them. I looked up at her, letting my eyes look down her shirt for a minute. 

"I've never had a massage quite like this one." 

She blushed but didn't move her hands. She pinched slightly at my erect nipples. 

"I can't help it. You're very pretty and seem so inviting. I like your breasts. They are so big and soft." 

I smiled at her. She didn't seem like the kind of girl that got too much play, but she knew what she wanted and I could respect that. I looked down her shirt again, "you have nice breasts too." 

"No really? They are small, not like yours." 

I laughed, "well we can't all be the same. Your tits are nice. Small tits are good in a lot of ways." 

"How so?" 

I looked at her with my eyebrow cocked and realized that she was being completely serious.

"How old are you, Love?" 

"I'm about to be 23." 

I nodded my head and looked down to watch her play with my breasts. 

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"What was that?"

"You said small tits are good, how? You only answered by asking me how old I was. I don't get that either." "Well, I asked because I wanted to know. You haven't had a lot of experience in the realm of sex have you? Small tits are good because you can stick the whole thing in your mouth and really suck them good." 

She blushed again, "no I'm not too experienced. I'm still not sure if I like girls or guys. I've seen lots of women come in and there are definitely parts of them that I like and I've been with a few guys and there are definitely things I like about them." 

Her hands moved back down, and she began to massage the outer part of my pussy. 

"You've never been with a girl?" 

"No." 

"You ever give another woman the same kind of massage you're giving me?" 

"No." 

"Why?"

"Women who come in here are always stuck up bitches. They command me to do things. They tell me where to touch and how to do it and if I'm not doing it correctly. When I saw you, I just knew you were different."

I smiled, "Yea I'm a lot different from most women. I'm not a bitch." 

She laughed and let her thumb move along my slit. 

"So, let me get this straight. You've not had a lot of sexual experience, you want to be with a girl but you haven't found one yet? Have you ever had an orgasm?" 

She looked down and away like she was ashamed. 

"I've given myself orgasms." 

"The guys you were with?"

"I guess they weren't very good. I don't know. That's what made me think that I'd like women better, if I ever found one." 

She opened my lips with her thumb and began to massage my clit. I let out a surprised moan. 

"Wow, you're really good at that." 

She giggled, "it's kinda my job, the whole massaging thing." 

I laughed and nodded, "yeah guess I didn't think of that. Good God girl, keep that up." 

She moved her thumb in a circular fashion. She moved it slowly, which is always nice, and with some pressure. Her fingers came down and she pinched my clit between them, slowly, softly stroking it. I let out another moan as she bent forward and licked the nipple of my right breast. I moved my hand to her long, brown hair and gently pulled her back. 

"I want you to lay on the table." 

"But I wanted to make you come." 

I smiled, "Don't worry, there's time for that." 

I brought her head down and kissed her deeply. She moaned into my mouth and nodded. I got up, "take your clothes off." 

"Will you lock that door?" 

"Does it matter?" 

She looked frightened. I sighed and went to it. "There no one can come in now. Take off your clothes." 

She quickly got undressed and laid down. I came up and laid on top of her, kissing her lips. I brought my lips down her neck and to her small breasts. I flicked my tongue across the nipples and smiled as she moaned again. I looked up and bit one. She yipped and drew back. I smiled again, "sorry." She nodded and I continued sucking, licking, and kissing her breasts as I moved a hand down to her pussy. I slowly rubbed it, liking the way her hips moved. 

"You're real good at that too." 

I laughed, "lots of experience." 

I kissed down her belly and stopped at the top of her pussy, looking up at her, "you ready?" 

She nodded eagerly. 

"Tell me." 

"I'm ready." 

"For what?" 

"For you to lick me." 

I liked her shyness but wanted her to say what she wanted.

"Me to lick what? This?"

I licked her belly. 

"NO!" 

"This?" 

I licked her inner thigh which caused her to moan. 

"No." 

"Then what?" 

"My pussy. I want you to lick my pussy." 

"That'a girl" I bent my head down and slowly licked from her opening to the top of her pussy. She moaned again and her hands went down into my hair. She couldn't get away from massaging, but it felt nice so I didn't stop her. I moved my tongue back down and teased the opening of her pussy tasting her wetness. I moaned and moved up, flicking my tongue across her already hard clit. She bucked and moaned loudly. I talked into her pussy. 

"You wanted me to lock the door. Do you think that people can't hear the moans? If you want privacy keep your mouth shut." 

She shut up and I smiled, "good girl." 

I continued to lick her pussy while I inserted a finger into her. I moved it slowly and shallowly hitting her g-spot. She moaned again and her hips bucked, "Oh God!" 

"Hmmm.mmmm..that's a good girl. You like that?" 

She nodded, "yes, oh god yes." 

"Makes that pussy feel real good doesn't it?" 

"Hmm.hmm." 

"Hmm.hmm." 

I kept moaning into her clit as I sucked it into her mouth and licked it. I chewed on it gently until I heard her breathing come faster. I sucked it harder, flicking my tongue more rapidly and humming louder. I could feel her pussy tighten against my finger and I looked up at her to see her eyes go wide and her mouth slack open. Her back arched and she whispered, "oh, oh, oh, yes. Oh my fucking God. This is fucking great. I think I'm going to cum." 

I nodded and continued as she let out another loud, long moan. Her hips bucked wildly under me as she had her first experience with an orgasm that she didn't cause. I pulled back and kissed her pussy. She jolted and tried to scoot away, "give me a second please." 

I looked at her and attacked her clit again. I threw my hands down on her hips to keep her from moving so much. She screamed and moaned and I felt her pussy shoot juices all over my chin. I pulled back and smiled, "that's what I wanted." 

I moved on top of her and kissed her. She moved her lips down to my chin and licked her own juices off. I smiled, "impressive for a first timer." 

"I like the way my pussy tastes. I always lick my fingers when I'm done with myself." 

I laughed, "I like the way your pussy tastes too." 

"Can I taste yours now?" 

"I don't know. It might take a lot of work with someone who doesn't know what they're doing." 

"I'll learn quickly. I promise, just tell me what to do." 

I smiled at that, "I guess we can give it a try." 

I laid down on the bed and she came up, kissing my legs and thighs until she reached my pussy. She gave it small, soft kisses. 

"You got to do better than that." 

"How?" 

"Lick it." 

She took her tongue out and licked the slit. 

"On the clit, silly." 

I pulled my pussy open and she flicked her tongue across the hard nub. 

"That's better. But start with long, flat stroke of the tongue. Yeah like that. Good girl. Now flick it a little. You got it. Now suck it. You know how to suck right?" 

She nodded and sucked my clit into her mouth. 

"Yes, there you go, now suck and flick your tongue. Oh fuck yes, good girl. And fuck me with your finger." I moaned, "you do learn quickly, but you gotta vary it. Suck and flick, pull back, just flick, then suck again, and you can always nibble on it. Oh yeah like that but bite it a little harder. Now keep that up." 

I watched her work my pussy as I played with my tits. 

"Yeah you're doing a good job. But you can also bring a finger up to the clit and both rub it and lick it. That's always real nice."

She did as I told her and I let her work at it for a while. She was okay but not good enough to make me come. She kept looking up at me and I'd smile down at her, "good work, keep it up." 

"Are you ever gonna come?" 

I laughed, "You have to learn stamina on top of everything else. I'll eventually come but you have to practice more." 

She bent her head back down and I watched her for a while longer. I finally decided that I should give her a break and my time was about up anyway. I pulled her up and laid her on top of me. 

"Just rub it, like you were doing before." 

She began to massage my clit again while kissing my tits and neck. 

"Fuck yes, just like that. You're gonna make me come." 

She rubbed a little harder and I moaned as I began to orgasm. She smiled and looked proud of herself. I moved her hand away when I was finished and brought my hands into her hair. 

"Did you like that?" 

"Yes God, Yes." 

"Would you do it again?" "Could I do it with you?" 

I laughed, "maybe." 

"Then yes." 

"My time is up. I have to go." 

She looked sad but got up and we both redressed. I got back to the counter and handed the receptionist my credit card. 

"Was everything good?" 

I laughed, "yes it was real nice." 

I walked out feeling a lot better and much less stressed.

A Trip to the Store



It was a rainy Saturday and you said you just needed to run a few errands. I’ve been busy lately and you had been neglected for too long. I needed to make a stop of my own. As we walked down the bustling boulevard, I glimpsed the store that I had in mind. I quickly grabbed your hand and led you across the jammed street to a little out of the way shop.

As we entered the store through the multi-colored beads that lined the doorway, you let out a gasp. Yes, you were amazed that innocent little me even knew about a taboo shop like this one. I squeezed your hand to let you know that there was no escaping now! We made our way to the over 21 section of the establishment. The owner gave us the eye of approval. I just smiled a wide grin as you blushed! How cute! 

We teased and taunted each other by holding up various toys and gadgets. Expressing just what we would like to try or not try. We were laughing over a humungous dildo, when the salesgirl told us about the rooms in the back. What the hell, you only live once. Besides, I had a pocketful of quarters to unload from my heavy purse.

We cautiously tiptoed into the forbidden backroom, being careful not to disturb the patrons. I tried to control my giggles, but failed miserably. We found an empty room with a little bench opposite a computer screen. I quickly relieved my wallet of the quarters. You started to feed the coins into the machine while I read the titles of the selections. Soooooo many to choose from. We randomly picked a button and immediately a throbbing penis was being inserted into a hot pussy! The close-up showed all of the steamy fluids being exchanged. Now, I am starting to get horny and you are fidgeting with the crotch of your pants! Then WHAM! Blackness fills the screen. We look at each other and grab for the quarters. 

While you feed the machine, I start to loosen clothing. First yours and then mine. I simply unzip your pants and VOILA, with a mind of its own, your beautiful, thick cock appears ready for action. I slip my panties off from under my skirt. Using your fingers to check if I’m ready for you, you comment on my preparedness. At last, we are ready for the feature presentation. I ease myself down on your mighty sword only to whimper when it stretches me wide. You bend me over gentle, making sure that I can easily view the show from my position as you hold me around the waist. Slowly, you guide my body up and down on your cock to mimic the rhythm of the appendages on the screen. Noise is not an issue, since the actor and actress in the movie are very vocal. As my orgasm rises through my body, I feel you tense underneath me. I can feel your cock shudder within me and your hands begin to massage my back. 

As we straighten our clothes and gather our leftover coins, we hear moaning coming from an adjacent room. We both chuckle and smile! As our eyes adjust to the lights in the shop once again, we make our way toward the door. The owner calls to us, Come again! No doubt about that! I’m sure we will make that store a regular stop on our Saturday afternoon errand run!



A Trip to the Store



This is part one of a two part storyline. Each part is a story in of itself but each might not please everyone's personal taste, so I chose to separate them. 

Please let me know what you think. I enjoy reading all feedback. Also don't forget to vote for me. I appreciate your reading and voting on this and any of my previous and future works. Jane)

The time has come my master when you trust me enough to leave the hotel room. We have just experienced a glorious few hours of pure animal fucking. As I lay there on the bed almost exhausted you tell me it is time to dress.

"Bra and panties are not required tonight my slut." 

The no panties is fine with me but the no bra bothers me as my boobs are to big to go without. I dress as you request when I see that 'move it' look in your eye. 

The dress you choose for me to wear is deep blue to bring out the blue of my eyes. It is sleeveless and has 20 buttons down the front. The waist is high so it hold my boobs up. 

I am not too uncomfortable with the look. You inspect me when I stand before you and tell me to unbutton top three buttons. This opens the top to show a lot of cleavage and I am so pleased you enjoy them enough to want to display them.

"Where are we going master?" I ask.

All you reply is 'out', You take the keys to my car and hotel room and I follow you out the door. While standing by the car, a couple are getting out of theirs... you turn me towards them and bend down. Unbuttoning the bottom seven buttons so now only ten hold the dress together. 

The couple stares mesmerized as you slide your hand up under my dress and slip a finger into my wetness. A couple of quick in and outs make me moan. I miss that finger when you remove it from me. 

They watch as you bring it to your lips. I see the strangers tongue subconsciously lick his lips as he watches you clean the pussy juice from your finger. 

I am sure they noticed my shaved pussy but you are not finished yet. You drag the front of the dress down and expose a nipple to suck. My moan is audible to all when your teeth clamp down on it for a quick bite. When you release it you look at me. 

"Thank you my master" is my response to your eyes. 

You unlock my door and I slide in, sneaking another peak at the still staring couple. He is very obviously aroused and I think the woman he is with is in for a wonderful time. 

You start the car and my head disappears from view immediately. Your cock is semi hard for me when I unzip your slacks and my mouth surrounds the head. I am sure they know what I am doing and I smile as I begin to suck as you back up far enough for them to see inside the vehicle.

Reaching around me you slide the shifter into drive and we are on our way. 

Your hand strokes my hair almost absentmindedly. I love your hands on me and it encourages me to lick and suck you completely. I do not know where we are headed but you pull my hair a tug to let me know we have arrived. 

"Do you not want me to finish my master?" 

"Not necessary now. You will, when the time is right." 

I lift slowly in the seat and let the blood flow back to my head. I notice we are in a grocery store parking lot. 

"Master?" 

"Just a little shopping trip." 

We walk in hand in hand in the front door. I am a little self-conscience. In this lighting my dress is a little see through. Not a whole lot, but my nipples are stimulated enough from sucking you to be hard enough to be seen. My mind races to what you are looking for. 

I sub conscientiously wish I liked whipped cream. I smile thinking what I could do with an aerosol can of that. 

"We are not here for me, my slut"

It amazes me how you just know what I am thinking. Am I so transparent? 

We bypass dairy and head to the fruit/vegetable department. You stop and tell me "go wild" I look at you just a little confused. You walk around and stop in front of the zucchinis... you lift a huge one. 

"Imagine this in your cunt" 

Oh my god! My legs begin to shake as well as my hands. The one you chose is huge. I begin to panic.

"You decide what you want me to use in your ass slut. Don't you dare get reserved now. I know you want it... you know you want it... NOW CHOOSE!" 

I walk to the zucchinis and I do choose one. About 6" in length... the wide end is about an inch. You nod your approval. We walk to carrots. Again I hear you say,

"CHOOSE SLUT" 

Your words are loud enough to catch the attention of the woman next to me. I search through the carrots and find one similar to size of the zucchini. I hear you say, 

"Bigger" 

I search again for one a little wider. 

"Suck it" 

I close my eyes and slide it between my lips. Sucking loudly, the woman huffs and walks off. You laugh and I turn a bit red faced but I continue sucking. 

"Enough" 

I remove the carrot from my mouth and add it to the zucchini. 

"Choose something else" you tell me over your shoulder as you walk away from me. 

I walk around the produce department. The selection is not vast but there are many things of all shapes and sizes. There is squash but all to curvy. Cucumbers, that are all very thin and way too small. They would get lost inside me. I giggle at that thought. But I sober immediately when the ears of corn come into view. My mind soars. 

I can imagine it sliding in and out of me but am I that brave? Would you think me weird? Would it excite you to use it on me? I pick one up and peel the silk from it. It is tapered just right to fit inside a body.

The length is almost perfect. The girth of it wider than your marvelous cock and since you fill me completely. Would this corn hurt me? I imagine not. I stroke it almost lovingly. But I return it to the pile. I see the huffing women watching me and I smile at her. 

I search for you but do not see you yet. I move on looking for the next item. I pass the potatoes, the eggplants and asparagus. The parsnips are very similar in shape and size to the carrot but I cannot find one to interest me. 

I am spending too much time and I know it. I begin to worry where you went. I continue into the fruits and as I pass the strawberries I remember the taste of you as I poured the strawberry flavored oil onto your cock when you first arrived at the hotel. How we both loved when I licked and sucked you to total completeness. Your sweet cum much sweeter with the taste of the berries. 

I wonder if you would use one on my nipples? Biting the sweet fruit and letting the juice drip onto my hard nipple. Then lick it clean with your tongue. Hard to imagine but my nipples are straining even harder against my dress. I have never been so turned on in a grocery store before.

All the fruits are not acceptable until I come to the bananas. Most are to yellow and to soft. But I find a nice one that is sort of greenish and very firm. The curve was not excessive. I add it to my pile and walk back to the spot you left me in knowing that is where you will find me. 

I look again at the corn. Now why would the corn be weird and the banana would not? I weigh the options. I wonder what my master would want me to do. I know as sure as I am breathing of what I want.

I put the banana back and reach for the corn. 

"Good girl" 

I hear your voice in my ear. I turn quickly and see you behind me. You hand me a carnation and I know why I love you so. 

"I watched your struggle and you did it on your own Jane." 

I sniff the carnation deeply as I lean into your embrace. 

"Can you imagine me sliding it in and out of your cunt as I slide into your ass?" 

The visual imagine has my body shaking and my pussy dripping. I can feel it sliding down my inner thigh. I can smell me. Can you?

We walk together to the checkout and as we pass the restrooms I ask you, 

"Master May I use the restroom?" 

"No slut. I want you dripping wet!"

I accept your answer but I am not happy about it. It is a very uncomfortable feeling having pussy juices dripping down your leg. I just know that it will leave a spot on the back of my dress when I sit. As you pay for the items, I stand by your side. 


The huffing woman is seen again. I wonder what she thinks. Probably what I would have before I met you my master. That I am a slut. How right she is. I am a slut! I chose to be one for David. Only for him and I love it and him completely.

The carnation fragrance fills my senses as we walk outside. When we reach the car you turn me so I am facing it. 

"Put your hands up on the car my slut" 

I hold the luggage bar and just know something good is going to happen. Damn here comes that woman again. I feel you lift the back of my dress so my ass is exposed and I feel the zucchini pressed against my ass. 

It is smaller than my plug so it takes no effort to insert it. But you do tease me with it. Sliding it in and out until just as she passes you slam it in deep. We both hear her gasp of shock as she watches it disappear in my ass. You slap each cheek once for her benefit and once for my pleasure. I turn and say loud enough for her to hear 

"Thank you my master" 

She mutters under her voice and shakes her head and practically runs to her car. You open the car door and I gingerly lift my dress, as I know my pussy will be drenched for sure and sit on one hip facing you. I unlock your door and you get in. I reach to unzip you but you stop me. You start the car and I hear you:

"Talk to me" 

I tell you how the zucchini fills my ass and how my pussy is dripping. 

"Tell me about the woman" 

I tell you of how she didn't like watching me suck the carrot. How she watched as I chose the corn. How I just know she was probably just jealous about the zucchini entering my ass. How I bet she just wished it were she. You are pleased with my words.


"Are we headed back to the hotel my master?"

"Not yet slut"

We pull into a small Italian restaurant and you help me from the car. I am concerned about my predicament but you are my master and in total control. I follow you inside. The hostess walks us to the table of your choice and you watch as I settle in my chair gently. The zucchini was not hurting, but was uncomfortable to sit on directly. I wiggle slightly to make it bearable.

You order us a bottle of wine and ask me what I would like. 

"You choose please, my master, I enjoy all pasta dishes" 

Our wine arrives and you order for us. I notice you seem to be moving the tablecloth a little each time you lift your glass. I center our condiments and silver and wonder what you are up to. You opted to sit across from me instead of beside me and when I feel your foot on my leg I now know why. Your foot is bare. I know now why you moved the cloth. I reach down and lift the edge of my dress. 

"Good girl" I hear. 

I wonder how I will be able to stand this without everyone knowing. When the waitress brings our salads your toe touches my pussy lips. I jump a little and it catches her eye. Between the trip to the grocery store, the huffing woman, and the zucchini in my ass, it will not take much to bring me over the edge. 

"Eat slut" 

Food. Food will gag me but I do as you say. The lettuce is crisp and the cucumbers fresh. 

"Couldn't find a good cucumber could you slut?" 

I burst out in laughter.

"No my master… all to small. I was worried they would get lost inside me."

"Imagine the fun trying to suck it back out though slut!" 

"Damn I wish now I had chosen one." I hear laughter. You are laughing at my words. Oh my god! Did I say them out loud? Shit! I didn't mean to! 

"Not to worry, we will find other ways to satisfy you! Tell me how you ass feels."

" It feels full my master. Not as full as when your cock is in it. But still enough to know I know it is there. While I am sitting here I feel it pressing on the backside of my womb. Not uncomfortable but I know while your foot caresses my pussy lips the minute you touch my clit I will cum. Does that please you my master?"

"Very much but I do not wish you to cum yet. So when I do touch your clit you will not allow yourself to cum until I command it" 

This worries me. I know I am so close. How will I not allow nature to takes its course? But I know it will displease you so I will do my absolute best to not anger you. Knowing my punishment will be severe and instant. 

"Spread opens your legs slut"

The waitress arrives at that moment and we hear her shocked gasp at your words. I giggle. We have shocked so many people on this trip. 

"Yes my master." Is my reply as she sets our food down with a thump! Is she angry? Shocked? Jealous? I have no way of knowing. The lasagna is tempting to look at but your toes spreading my lips have taken all my attention from it. I try not to draw attention but I do push against your foot a bit. You are calmly eating your dinner and I marvel at that. To be foot fucking your slut in the middle of a restaurant and able to eat is marvelous. 

My hand is shaking as I lift my fork. A new waitress comes by and asks if all is acceptable. You nod and she refills your glass of wine and I shake my head no as she turns to fill mine. Our eyes meet and I know mine are glazed with desire. "She knows" I think and I close my eyes to the knowledge. 

Your big toe slides into my pussy and oh my god my mind fogs. I cannot think. I cannot move. I allow it to enter me and fuck my pussy. In. Out. Deeper each thrust. I concentrate on not screaming. Concentrating on not moaning out loud. My meal is forgotten. I whimper. I don't know how much longer I can hold this. 

Since you are not a mean master you sense my need. And you move your toe to my clit. You rub it a couple of times and through the fog of my passion I hear "Cum". I let loose and I care not for who notices. My body is subtle but definitely moving. My hand covers my mouth and i bite hard on my knuckle to keep from screaming outloud. 

My head drops and the waves begin to crash over me. My whole body quakes! But soon the shivering starts to recede and my climax is ending. I do not notice when you remove your foot. I notice nothing for quite a few minutes. 

The waitress had come and removed our plates and a fresh glass of tea was placed in front of me. When I notice it I gulp it down like I haven't had a drink in days. I sit up straighter and whisper, 

"Thank you my master"

"You did well my slut. You may use the restroom. We no longer have need of the zucchini."

I am rather pleased to hear that. My legs are rather wobbly as I walk to the restroom. I am sure all eyes are on me but keep my eyes down and walked straight. I clean myself up and removed the well-used vegetable. I hear the outside door open and I am embarrassed to come out of the stall. A voice drifts to me and I recognize the voice of our second waitress.

"You are rather lucky to have such a kind master. Mine did not cover me with the cloth the first time he fucked me in public. Don't be embarrassed. You were not noticed except by a few and they have already left. Now don't leave your master for long, he is waiting for you." I hear the door close as she leaves.

I finish up and walk out to you. You look so wonderful standing by the register. I walk to your side and you take my hand. I glance back at our waitress and mouth "thank you" to her. She nods.

We walk to the car and this time no display but I do get a perfect and completely satisfying kiss. You open the door to the car and again I slide in. This time not uncomfortable but I am so completely happy. 

"Are we going someplace else my master?" 

"No Jane, we have an ear of corn waiting to be used." 

My body shivers at those words and I cuddle into your body. Knowing how my mouth will pleasure you when we return to the room and how the corn will pleasure me. 

"Hurry please my master!" is my only reply.

written by Jane

June 7, 2003

(I hope you liked this part. Look for section two ... back at the hotel. It is called 'Exploring His Body' found in anal. PS: did you vote on my story for me?)



A Trip to the Store



"Come slave," he said as he leaned towards me to remove the collar that connected me to his bedpost from my neck. 

I looked up; semi dazed, eyes still aching with sleep, as I fought against my body to a kneeling position at the top of his bed. He didn't touch me, except for the brief moment his fingers brushed the nape of my neck as he manipulated the buckle. But he was still close enough for me to feel the warmth of his body, to smell the scent of his skin. I resisted the urge to rub my nose into his neck. No... I would be an obedient slave today. My last infraction was met with a swift response and I was still very sore from this morning's punishment. He had made me pay dearly for touching him without permission. The welts on my back were now a reddish purple, not too obvious on my dark mahogany skin, but still visible. In his kindness, he had allowed me to sleep on my stomach, saving me from what could have been a very painful and sleepless night. So I fought the urge to nuzzle him, felt it surge within me and then dissipate.

"Where are we going Master?" I asked meekly. I rubbed my eyes as he made his way to the far corner of his bedroom, where my suitcase had taken post for the last two days. I was not allowed to touch it. Not since I first stepped into his house. Three seconds hadn't passed after I walked through his door when he ordered me to drop my suitcase. Taken aback slightly, I did as I was told. I opened my mouth, ready to exchange the normal greetings and pleasantries one would go through with someone you'd never met except online, only to have him place his index finger on my lips. 

"Go upstairs to the bedroom, strip and kneel on the bed."

I stared at him in disbelief, but I dare not utter a word in protest. In our very first conversation he had told me he was a strict master, and as our online relationship progressed he had shown me as much. For six months, every sarcastic comment I made was met with an immediate punishment. The more impudent I was, the more pain I was made to put myself through. But even so, I was still unprepared for his brashness. I did as I was told and knelt on his bed, watching him in a half- humiliated, half- petrified state as he place the suitcase in its temporary home. From that moment I had remained nude and chained to his bed, only allowed to roam free for showers and bathroom breaks, or to do some odd chore like cooking or cleaning. In this case, it was for an outing. I waited patiently for him to answer my question as I watched him meticulously go through my clothes. He swung two items over his shoulder, zipped up the suitcase and walked back towards me.

"We're going to the store my pet. I'm afraid Master's cupboards are quite bare." 

He gently laid a blue halter top that ended just above my pierced navel and a blue denim miniskirt on the bed next to where I was kneeling. 

"Now, off you go and get dressed." 

I looked down at the clothing beside me and then looked back at him. He saw the question in my eyes before I had even parted my lips.

"What is it?" 

He peered at me. Piercing grey eyes coupled with boyish good looks did nothing to hide the look of impatience he had. I hesitated slightly, wondering if I should just forget about it and just do as I was told. But, in my childlike curiosity, I could not let the question pass.

"But Master, what about underwear?"

His face morphed in an instant; and soft, sweet, angelic looks gave way to the scowl of disapproval that now engulfed his face.

"Did I put underwear there slave?" His eyebrows dipped even lower. 

I closed my eyes and mentally chastised myself for my stupidity.

"No Master, sorry Master."

"You're not sorry now, trust me. I'll show you sorry tonight. Now, no more questions slave, get dressed!"

I winced at the thought of being punished again. Ah well... yet another night on my stomach.

Ten minutes later we were walking to his car. The evening was cold. Even as the last few rays of sunlight flooded the sky with shades of orange and amber, the wind blew like it was dead midnight. I walked a step behind him, my long legs trying to keep pace with his, clutching at the hem of the skirt, embarrassed at how exposed I felt. I didn't mind my cleavage too much; my pretty D's were nestled snuggly, just peeking out of the bust line of the halter. The skirt on other hand was proving to be intolerable and the absence of any panties made things even worse. I now regretted packing the damned thing. I fought desperately with it, tugging and pulling as every step I took raised the skirt higher and higher, threatening to expose my bare bottom to the people that made their way down the street. Master looked back as he opened the door for me and chuckled to himself as he watched me make on last ditched effort to tame the skirt.

"Leave it alone Angel." He had used my nickname instead of the usual "slave", a sure sign that my struggle with the runaway skirt had put him in a pleasant mood. "Get in the car."

I obeyed and tried as best I could to expose as little of my bare behind as possible while getting into the car. We drove to a store about fifteen minutes away and parked just a few feet from the entrance. Master then turned and looked at me.

"Slave, do you promise to be good?"

I nodded my head. "Yes master."

"Do you love me? Would you do anything I asked you to do?" I answered yes again without hesitation, fearful that any pause would add to the list of offences that I had already committed thus far.

He brought his left hand to my face and caressed my cheek before slowly weaving his fingers into my hair. A slight moan escaped my lips as I felt a warm trickle of moisture between my legs. It amazes me to this day how his mere touch was able to make me so wet. He slowly pulled my head back, leaving my neck vulnerable to his tongue, which was now tracing little circles up to my ear. I groaned as I bit my lip, trying hard not to grab onto his back, his hair, any part of him I could. By the time he began to nibble on my earlobe, my inner thighs were soaked and I was sitting in a small pool of my own juices. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of me, which by now had engulfed the car.

"Mmmm, you're such a dirty little slut." He cooed. He spread my legs and slowly inserted a finger into my throbbing pussy, took it out and pushed it to my lips. "Lick it clean."

I eagerly took his finger into my mouth, enjoying the taste of my own pussy, licking and sucking until I could no longer taste myself on his finger.

"You filthy whore...you like to swallow your own cunt juice don't you?"

I nodded and let his finger slip from my lips, "Yes Master..."

"Good slave, now come along." 

He got out of the car, came around to my side and opened the passenger side door for me. A wave of my own scent hit me once more as I took the first step out of the car and as I stood up, little streams of my own wetness trickled down my thighs. It now dawned on me why he had done what he did. The episode in the car now made sense. He had meant for me to go into the store horny and dripping wet for all to see. He saw the spark of realization on my face and smiled as I glared at him. He knew that I knew. I lowered my head, dreading the fate that now awaited me inside that building, imagining how the people inside would stare at me. My stomach churned as he held the door open for me. There was no backing out, no arguing, no pleading... just obedience.

Thankfully, inside the store wasn't as crowded as I had anticipated. Master took a shopping cart and motioned me to follow him. Through the aisles we went. He would point to something and I, being the good little slave that I was, would go and get it. Every now and again someone would look in my direction, and whenever that happened, he'd raise my skirt to expose the wisp of curly dark pubic hair on my moistened and quivering snatch. I would stand there, humiliated and horny, caught between cursing the day I had left Barbados to come here and the ever rising desire to have my Master order me to bend over and spread my sopping wet pussy open so he could fuck me right there for all to see. 

The women looked away in disgust; the men stared in shock and fascination. Master enjoyed both reactions, while I hung my head in shame. As we turned through another aisle, a young woman nudged her boyfriend and whispered something into his ear. He glanced over at me and Master and muffled a laugh. 

"Looks like they want a show slave" he said "and you'll give them one. Turn around."

I looked up and turned my back to the couple. Master moved in close to me and placed his hand underneath my skirt. He teasingly rubbed my clit and he whispered into my ear.

"I want you to bend down, and pick up a box of cereal from the bottom shelf, pretend like your reading it for five seconds and then come back up. Do you understand me slave?"

My pussy was clenching and throbbing like crazy. The urge to move my hips back and forth against his hand was overpowering. I bit down hard on my left hand, reminding myself over and over that any movement I made without first seeking permission would not go well for me. Once again my juices trailed down my legs.

"Yes master."

I did as I was told, bending over to expose my wet mound to the young couple. I didn't see when the young girl started to point. I didn't see her boyfriend's face flush red as he stood there, mouth agape, staring stupidly at my wet pussy as I pretended to read the cereal box. I did, however, hear the sound of her hand connect with his face as she began to rant and rave about him being a pig. When I turned to look at the couple, the young girl was screaming at her boyfriend and pointing in my direction. I managed to make out the word 'whore' as she stormed off, boyfriend trailing behind her.

At that moment, all the blood drained from my face. The humiliation and shame flooded through me as I tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in my eyes. Master stared at me and for a brief moment I saw a wave of concern emanate from him. 

"Now there'll be no crying, you've got an admirer." He motioned with his head to the man at the end of the aisle, who was now pretending to decide between two boxes of cereal.

He was young, in his late twenties or so. His blond hair was almost shoulder length but trimmed and well kept. He looked at me again, long enough for me to notice his emerald green eyes. He was extremely handsome, any girls fantasy. He gave me the slightest of smiles, before glancing at the man beside me. He looked back to me once more before placing the smaller box of cereal into his shopping cart. 

"He thinks I'm your boyfriend. Do you think he's handsome?" Master turned and looked me dead in the eyes. I blushed ever so slightly and nodded.

"I bet he'd like to fuck you.... Do you think he'd like to fuck you slave?"

I turned to look at Master, and then glanced back at the young guy who had just taken a few step up the aisle, closing the distance between him and us.

"I don't' know Master... perhaps he would..."

"I think so. Would you like to fuck him?"

I was surprised by the question and quite unsure of how to answer. I wanted to fuck my Master. It was only Master's hard cock I wanted in my cunt right now. Even so, the thought of screwing this man at my Masters request sent my pussy into another quivering fest. I thought of gripping a handful of his blond hair as his sucked on my tits, of what he dick must taste like, of him spraying his cum all over my face and of sucking the last drops of semen from the tip of his cock. Beads of perspiration started rising on my upper lip as I felt my nipples start to pulse and ache.

I was so lost in my fantasy that I hadn't realized that Master was waiting for an answer. He forcefully yanked my head back by the hair, painfully snapping me back to reality.

"Well?" I could hear a slight growl in his tone.

"I only want to fuck you Master..." The reply brought with it another yank of my hair.

"Your lying slave... do you want to be whipped till you bleed?"

A tear finally ran down my cheek. "No Master! Please no Master! I'm sorry master. I do want to fuck him! I want his hard dick in my aching cunt right now Master! Please don't whip me Master!"

He closed his eyes as a moan rose in his throat.

"Mmmmm... You know your Master loves it when his dog begs." 

I was grateful when he let go of my hair and wiped the tears from my face. The young man had watched our exchange and was now staring in our direction with a look on his face of curiosity mixed with concern. Master noted this with keen interest. He slipped his hand into my top and began to squeeze and massage my left breast. I let out a small whimper as he tweaked and pulled on my now erect nipples. Then, to my absolute mortification, he took out my breast and lifted it as close to my mouth as he could.

"Bite your nipples slave,"

I flashed a look up at him, ready to protest, then slowly sank, knowing that it would be futile. The young man now had his mouth slightly open in an "oh my god" fashion and I couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in his pants.

I obeyed Master's command and briefly flicked at my nipple before clamping my teeth down on it. I groaned as the burning mixture of pain and pleasure rippled through my body. Master slid his hand up my bare bottom and then gently started to finger my tight asshole.

"That's it slave... harder." He growled. 

I began to sob as I bit harder on my now aching nipple, wondering who else was watching me chomp on my tit as I got my ass finger fucked. Here I was, dressed like a two bit whore in a supermarket in New Zealand, being publicly abused sexually... and enjoying every minute of it. What in the hell would my boyfriend think? I pressed my eyes shut and shuddered at the thought. Master took his finger out and slapped me hard on the ass. I strangled a yelp in my throat and continued the assault on my tit.

"You may stop now." 

I let go of my now mangled nipple, wincing with pain as I released the flesh. 

"I want you to go over to him, tell him you want to suck his cock and to meet you outside in the car park in fifteen minutes. Make sure you convince him slave. If you fail I'll beat you till you can't move. Do you understand me slave?"

I nodded fiercely knowing fully well that he was very serious. "Yes Master, as you wish Master." 

I made my way to the young man, who was now fidgeting with his shopping cart, pretending to be indecisive about two brands of strawberry jam. He tried, unsuccessfully, to position his leg so as to hide the erection that had developed after watching me and Master's recent display. And from the looks of things this young stud was more that well endowed. I approached him, moving the shopping cart from between us and pushed my body onto his. He was taller than I had expected, about 6ft 3", but that was no problem for this 6ft Caribbean girl.

He nearly dropped a jar of jam when I traced the outline of his cock with the tips of my fingers. His lips quivered every so slightly and I could see in his eyes he was desperately fighting his urges, trying to tame his throbbing tool which leapt and pulsed at my touch. I let my hand slide up his neck as I whispered into his ear what I was instructed to tell him. He looked down at me and asked if I was serious. I allayed his fears and assured him that I was quite serious and this was not a joke. He told me he would be outside whenever I wanted him and made some crude remark about how much he wanted to fuck me. I grabbed onto his dick before I left, and was amazed by its length and thickness. He must have been at least 8 inches long by a rough estimate and I got even hornier at the thought of taking all of him down my throat.

With that image in mind, I slowly sauntered back to my Master. He inquired as to whether I had done as he had ordered and, upon my affirmation, indicated that it was time to make our way to the cashier. Master paid for the groceries and we carried them to the car, placing them in the back seat. He then walked me to the front of the car as he surveyed the front parking lot of the store.

"Now, I wonder where you little boyfriend could have gon... oh wait. There he is."

I turned towards the direction of his gaze. Sure enough, the blond haired man was leaning against the wall of the store, looking from left to right, apparently in search of me. Master came up behind me and slid one arm around my waist as the other found its way to my throat.

"Now I want you to be a good little bitch and suck him dry" He tightened his grip on my throat "and make sure you swallow every bit of his cum slut."

"Yes" I gasped.

"And I want you to do it right here in the parking lot, exactly where he's standing."

My eyes widened in disbelief. Are you serious? I could only ever say it in thought. Luckily for me, he could not see the incredulous expression on my face. Here?! In the open?! He must be mad! I must be mad! Should I even plead with him? I laughed to myself at the thought. 

"Do you understand me slave?" 

I nodded.

"Good girl. I will be watching you. Now off you go." 

Master gently pushed me into the man's direction. The sudden gust of wind did nothing to ease my trepidation as I made my way towards him. It seems as though I had to cross miles on jelly legs instead of the few feet I had to walk. 

He saw me and perked up and a half sheepish grin lined his face. My stomach turned and twisted in knots as I made myself smile wickedly, trying my best to exuded confidence and seduction instead of the severe anxiety now plauging me. 

I grabbed him and kissed him hungrily, probing his mouth with my tongue, sucking at his lips. He returned the favor, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth, pressing his lips hard onto mine, practically crushing my face. He was an excellent kisser, I'll give him that. By now I could feel his rock hard dick against my leg and I wasted no time in unzipping his pants to inspect his goods. He was clean shaved, balls and all, and just as impressive as I had imagined. I cupped nine inches of pristine cock in my hand and I was eager to taste every inch of it. 

Before he could say anything I told him that I was going to suck him off right here. He began to protest, but that quickly faded as I began stroke his twitching dick with both my hands. Any qualms I had about exhibitionism had long since disappeared, and as I knelt down on the cold asphalt I realized how aroused I was at the fact that any and every one could see us. 

I continued to stroke his dick, catching the glob of pre-cum that oozed from the tip of his dick with my tongue. I licked at the head of his cock, tracing its circumference teasingly before sliding all nine inches of his solid organ down my throat. He moaned blissfully as I sucked on his dick, enjoying the flavor of the drops of fluid that seeped from it. I then slowly slid it back out and slid my tongue against the underside of his shaft, licking it like it was a giant lollipop. 

I caressed the sides of his cock with my lips while massaging his swollen balls with my hands and peered up at him, taking pleasure in his expression as he let his head fall back. Then I took his balls into my mouth, lovingly sucking and tugging each one, before letting his cock into my mouth once more. I bobbed my head along his shaft, trying to take as much of his dick as I could. I allowed him to hold on to my head as he began to rock his hips back and forth, gently guiding his entire length in and out of my wet mouth. He let out a curse as I began to speed up, working his balls with one hand while fingering my oily cunt with the next. 

My actions seemed to arouse him even more and he began to fuck my mouth, pushing my head farther onto his dick. As his dick hit my already sore throat over and over again, I could feel the rising heat of my oncoming orgasm throughout my body. I worked fiercely to match his strokes, playing with him and fucking myself vigorously, my legs shaking at my impending climax. I felt his dick grow bigger and the head of his penis swell, and knew that he was about to cum. 




A Trip to the Store



That thought was all I needed to explode in a violent orgasm, moaning and shuddering as my pussy gushed a continuous stream of hot pussy juice. 

He must have felt me climax, for he grabbed a handful of my hair and all but screamed that he was going to cum. I took his cock out of my mouth and frantically began pumping his dick. I begged him to cum in my mouth, to let me swallow all his sweet, thick sperm now. He gritted his teeth and then let out a cry as he came. I caught the thick, milky squirts of his cum in my mouth, greedily lapping up every drop of his creamy load. 

He shook and trembled, knees buckling as I sucked on his spent dick, massaging his balls and coaxing every last bit of cum I could from him. Exhausted, he practically collapsed against the wall, and seemed not to care about whether people were looking at him, here with this black girl kneeling before him, rubbing and caressing his semi- limp dick. 

I put his cock back in his pants, zipped him up and arose. He took a few moments to catch his breathe, and, gazing into my eyes, told me that I had just given him the best blow job of his life. I chuckled slightly and told him I had to go. He made an attempt to get my phone number and to give me his own but I politely refused and made my way back to where my Master's car was. I found him, leaning up against the car, arms folded with his head cocked to one side.

"Mmmmm there's my dirty little cum- slut! Did you enjoy yourself?" He grinned wickedly. I sheepishly nodded, refusing to let my eyes meet his. 

"You put of a show for a lot of people slave. You had quite an audience. You're such a good little piece of fuckmeat. Now, who's my whore?"

"I am, I'm your good little whore Master" I replied.

"Good slave, now into the car. Master's going to take his bitch home and give her a treat for being so obedient tonight. You're Master is very pleased with you." 

I obeyed his command and took my seat. As we drove back to his house I closed my eyes and in my mind, went over the events that had just transpired. I squeezed my eyes tighter. I had two weeks of vacation here, and if what had happened thus far was any indication of things to come, it would be a very long two weeks indeed.



A Trip to the Store



As they drove into the car park at the supermarket Angelo began to think that this was not such a good idea. The place was as busy as hell, and here he was completely naked, not even any shoes, and Linda who was driving only wore a dress which at best barely covered her cute bum. 

They found an opening and parked the car, there were no free spaces around them and there was just enough room to open the driver's door for Linda to squeeze out. If nothing else this was going to be interesting. He'd given Linda a bunch of cash to get the food and drink, but looking at her dress he couldn't see any pockets. 

"Where will you put the money?" he asked 

"I've a small pocket on the inside," she said lifting up the hem of the dress revealing the fact that she wore no underwear. 

"That'll be interesting at the checkout," he said, and smiled.

Linda just shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wink, then squeezing out of the car headed for the store entrance. He watched as she walked away, the breeze lifting her dress, revealing her firm bare buttocks, and as he watched he felt a familiar stirring in his penis.

As Angelo sat naked in the car waiting for Linda to return, other shoppers were passing close by not noticing the naked man sitting in their midst. He watched the store entrance wondering how long she was going to be, he was feeling exposed, nervous and a little scared, he was trapped if anyone saw him and began to feel that this time they had pushed the boundary too far. Regardless of his nervousness he felt excitement and continued to masturbate his erect penis, the exhibitionist in him was in control.

He watched as two young women left the store and headed in his direction, he felt a surge of excitement and his penis stiffened even harder as he continued masturbating at the thought of being seen and caught. As they approached, one of the women went to the car to the left of him and the other to the car on his right. They both went to the rear of their respective cars to unload shopping and as he kept on stroking his penis the excitement mounted in him. 

When they had finished loading their shopping into their cars they stood chatting at the back of Linda's car only feet away from where he sat. He adjusted the rear view mirror and watched them; they were probably in their late 20's and both very attractive. He heard them say goodbye to each other and they went to get in to their respective cars either side of him. The driver's door of the car to the left was next to him and as the woman squeezed in between to open her car door she stopped, bent down and peered in through his side window, he sat and continued stroking his rigid penis as she watched in silence, he felt as if it was going to explode, the excitement was so intense. 

At first he thought she was going to scream, but she didn't, she started to laugh and called over to her friend.

"Diane, the guy in this car is naked and he's got a stiffy," she said.

"No! Let me have a look!" exclaimed her friend.

A few seconds later the friend was peering in at him through the driver's door window. He let go of his penis and as he sat there it throbbed with excitement, moving visibly. 

"Look he's been playing with it," said one of them.

"Dirty bugger," said the other laughing. 

Then the woman at the driver's door knocked on the window and grinned at him.

"Come on then finish it off. Wanker," she said. 

Slowly and nervously he continued to masturbate as his female audience watched. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar sensation and as he clenched his buttocks he raised his hips and started spurting jets of hot white cum. At first his audience was silent as copious amounts of cum landed on his chest and stomach but then as the last of it dribbled down his shaft and balls they both started to wolf whistle and cheer as they rapped loudly on the windows making wanking gestures at him. This made him nervous and scared him a little as it was attracting unwanted attention. Then the woman at his door blew a kiss towards his penis and gave him a thumbs up before getting into her car, her friend was laughing now and as she turned to get in to her car he heard her say, "Fucking pervert."

Much to Angelo's relief the two cars pulled out of the car park and as he looked towards the store entrance he saw Linda returning, suffering the same wardrobe malfunction as before and giving her smooth pussy a nice airing in the breeze. When she got to the car she looked around and then motioned him to get out and help her with the shopping; he looked about, the coast was clear so very gingerly he got out and went to help. As he bent over to put the shopping into the car his bare bum felt very exposed, he leant in further to the back of the estate and as he pushed back a couple of cases of beer he felt something light brush past his arm, it was Linda's dress. He looked over his shoulder and Linda, naked passed him the last of the shopping before getting into the driver's seat. As he got back into the car Linda happened to notice the cum dribbling down his chest as well as a wet patch on his seat then taking hold of his penis squeezed a last drop of cum from the tip.

"I see you kept yourself amused whilst I was in the store."



A Trip to the Supermarket



"Wow, it looks like somebody's having a party."

I looked up at the young cashier as I continued to move groceries from my cart onto the belt. I didn't remember seeing her here before. Her long, dark hair hung down around what looked like small, pert breasts beneath her sweater. "Yeah, our neighborhood holiday party is tonight," I replied.

"Oh, fun!" Her eyes sparkled for a moment, and then took on a conspiratorial look. "Unless you don't like your neighbors. Do you like your neighbors?"

"Oh, sure, we have some great neighbors. There's just a lot to do beforehand. I took the day off from work to get ready." I felt stressed, but her good mood was lifting my spirits a little.

"It's going to take all day? That's going to be some party." Her smile was intoxicating.

"No, my wife wanted me to wait until she gets home in a couple of hours." I watched her move my groceries across the scanner. I bet she could do wonders with those fingers of hers.

"Well, at least you get a little break between now and then." She continued to ring up my items. "Would you like somebody to load your groceries for you?"

"Sure, that would be nice," I said as I slid my card through the machine.

"Would you like any adult services while you're waiting for your groceries? They're complimentary."

I considered for a moment. "Nah, I think I'm okay. I want to make sure I have a little left in the tank for tonight."

"Are you sure?", she grinned. "You look pretty stressed. And from the looks of it, I bet you'll still have plenty left for your wife tonight." She licked her lips as she looked me up and down.

"Well, actually my wife and I are swapping with the couple next door tonight. But if you're available, I might be convinced."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she pouted. "I haven't finished my training yet. But Tina's available, and I have it on good authority that she gives pretty good head. I'll tell you now, she's great on the girls." Her smirk was delicious. "But I hear she's a pretty good cocksucker too."

I did have a couple of hours before my wife got home, and she was right, Tina was one of my favorites. "Well, you've talked me into it. When do you finish training?"

"I take my final exam this weekend. If I pass, I'll be ready on Monday. Think you might be able to set aside some time on your way home from work?", she smiled.

I smiled back at her. "Well, I guess I might be able to set aside a little time. Are you just training for men, or will you be doing women too?"

"Oh, I'll be able to do both. We're expanding our services, and for a small fee, I'll be able to do both at the same time. Thinking about bringing the wife?" She seemed to glow with anticipation."

"We'll see how Monday goes. But I bet she would love to meet you." 

"I'm sure I would love to meet her too." She handed me my receipt. "Tina will meet you over in the Drive 'n' Load area. Good luck with your party," she smiled brightly, and then leaned forward. "My name is Becca. I'll see you next week, right?"

I grinned back at her. "Absolutely. I'll see you next week, Becca!"

I walked over to the Drive 'n' Load area, where Tina was waiting for me. I didn't normally go for blondes, but Tina was an exception. She was blessed with a nice set of tits that she liked to wrap around my cock while she was sucking it. She usually kept it tied back in a pony tail, but she didn't mind letting it down for me when I asked her to. I handed my keys to the loading attendant, and looked back at Tina.

"Hey, welcome back. Good to see you both," she said, patting the bulge in my pants. "Looks like somebody's happy to see me too. Come with me, won't you?" She put her hand on my back, gently guiding me towards the booths. Usually she led the way, but today she walked behind me. I didn't notice until she playfully grabbed my ass. "Did Becca tell you we're offering some new services?"

"She did, but she didn't say what kind. I'll just stick with a blow job for today, though." We stepped into the booth, and I took a seat.

"Well," she said, closing the door behind her, "the other chains are getting pretty competitive, so we've moved beyond handies and BJs. For a small fee, I can do some exciting things to your ass." She gestered to a chart on the wall. "For a little more, you can do some exicting things to my ass. We also have some options in a 69 position." Her eyes twinkled, as my cock stiffened even more. "I knew you'd like that. The manager's finally going to let you have at this little pussy that you keep telling me you wanna see.

I'd been asking for that pussy for a while now, but she wouldn't give it up. Store policy. But it sounded like things had changed. "It looks like you'll let me do more than just suck you off", I noted, pointing at the bottom of the chart."

"Yessir, we are all fully trained to do pretty much anything, so long as it doesn't leave a mark." I looked at her questioningly. "This is a family store. We're not allowed to perform any fetish services. A lot of customers don't like getting serviced by girls with bruises," she explained.

That made sense. This was the kind of store that kept a clean image.

"Will you still just be needing a blow job today, or would you like to spring for something new?", she inquired.

It was tempting. But Mrs. Steadman next door was a fiery red head with seemingly boundless energy, and I needed to be ready for her. "Becca invited me back on Monday, after she passes training. Does the store let me have you both at once?"

"Of course, sir, but you'll have to pay for us both." She grinned. "I've been training her, and I think she'll pass her test with flying colors. I don't normally work Mondays, but I can move things around," she winked. "Just a little head for today, then?"

"Yeah, that would be great."

I leaned back and Tina undid my fly, and closed my eyes as she wrapped her lips around my cock. I could feel the tension draining away already. I loved grocery shopping.