7 comments/ 107935 views/ 22 favorites Ms. Kitty's Sex Shop By: milfhouse I entered the dimly lit shop and walked around timidly, trying to act as though I belonged. Posters covered the walls, strange contraptions littered the shelves, and patrons wandered around looking at the intimidating products. I had never seen such things before in my life. Leashes and cuffs, leather and straps, dominatrix gear and anal plugs. What was an anal plug, anyhow? My girlfriends had given me a gift certificate to Ms. Kitty's Sex Shop for my birthday. I laughed along with them until I realized it wasn't a gag gift. I was 35 now, they reminded me. My sexual peak, they said. They had each been to Ms. Kitty's and had each purchased a dildo or nipple clamps, some sort of apparatus with which they could satisfy their growing sexual cravings. It was my turn, they said, and they assured me I wouldn't be sorry. I wasn't so sure. "Can I help you?" A pretty young girl of no more than 18, with pink hair and several facial piercings asked. I jumped when she spoke. I didn't think anyone would *talk* to me. "First time," she said. "Follow me." She led me to the front corner of the store. "Looking for a toy? A dildo? Vibrator? That's usually what your kind wants." I blushed crimson and nodded. My "kind". I didn't know if I should be offended or relieved. I was a "kind." "Thought so." She began pointing to a large and embarassing array of plastic penises. "This one rotates. This one vibrates. This one rotates and vibrates." She turned toward me. "Do you want an African American model or a white guy's dick?" I mumbled something unintelligent and she smiled. "Inflates, rotates, variable speed, one speed. Six inch. Eight inch. Ten inch." She continued to rattle off my choices. I gasped. Ten inches. Was she kidding? She grabbed a pink one from the shelf, put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Come here." Not knowing what to do, yet feeling some sort of trust in my new comrade, I followed her behind the counter, past a girl in a leather bustier and red studded collar who was manning the cash register, and into a room lit by a red light bulb. There were at least five separate rooms with a purple velvet curtain on a bar at its entrance offering a modicum of privacy inside. My new friend went into one and beckoned me with her finger. There was no way I was going in there. I had no idea who she was or what she intended to do in there, but I wasn't going in. Never the less, my feet moved as if disconnected from my body and carried me into the small space until I stood next to her. She pulled the curtain closed. I looked around, trying to breath, to remain calm. The room was only a few feet wide and a few feet deep. There was a wooden bench attached to the far wall so that it resembled a dressing room. There were hooks bolted on both side walls of the room and "U" rings screwed into the floor, but other than that, just like a dressing room at the Gap. I realized I'd need to find my voice soon so that I could tell her I wasn't interested in girls and that I'd never done anything like this. I just wanted to get something, spend the gift certificate, and go home before I died of embarassment. Before I could do that, I felt her hand on my shoulder again, then under my hair, then on the back of my neck. "I've been curious about this one," she pointed to the pink dildo she'd taken from the package, "but I just had my clit pierced and it's too sore for this kind of work out." "Uh huh," I managed. I felt dizzy. "So," she giggled excitedly, "I thought we could try it out on you. That way we'll both know if it's worth, ummm," she flipped the box over. "$49.99" I shifted and found, quite to my surprise, that my panties were a little wet. "I'm, ummm, I'm not a lesbian." Finally. My voice. She laughed. "I'm not either, silly. I just want to try it out. So neither one of us wastes our money." I nodded as if this made perfect sense. "Get up on the bench. Stand on it." Again, as if I had no control over my body, I found myself grabbing onto the hooks for leverage and hoisting myself onto the bench. I turned to face her. My cunt was now almost directly in front of her face. "Pull your panties down. All the way." She fiddled with the dildo and put batteries from her pocket into it. I was wearing a skirt; I'd come by Ms. Kitty's on my way home from work. In fact, I'd stopped every day for the past two weeks. This was the first time I'd made it out of my car and into the store. Anyway, removing my panties would be easy. I slid them down my thighs and shook my legs until they were around my ankles. Oh my god, I'd just removed my underwear. "Wanna be cuffed?" She asked. The look on my face must have been incredibly funny because she doubled over in laughter. "Kidding." She snapped the dildo on, the low, growling sound startling us both, and I felt the wetness between my legs grow. "Spread your legs," she said. She put her hand on my thigh and I shook involuntarily, goosebumps forming around her fingers. "Relax," she said softly. "I'll be gentle." As she stood before me, playing with the many switches on the toy, I took a good look at it. It looked like a penis, a huge pink penis, but a penis just the same. It had nubs up and down the shaft. At the base there was what appeared to be a butterfly, it's wings outstretched. I shivered again. Her hand was so soft, so much more tender than my husband's, as she massaged my thigh, slowly inching her hand toward my pussy. I spread my legs further apart and bit my bottom lip. She continued, gently rubbing my upper thighs, still holding the dildo in her other hand. Then, in an instant, her head disappeared under my skirt. "Oh, god," I moaned. She knew what a girl liked, that was for sure. Her tongue licked my thigh in an upward motion until it reached my clit. She placed it on my pearl and lapped slowly and methodically, the ring in her tongue rubbing and teasing me, making me feel high. She worked me into a good sweat and then switched the dildo on. When it snapped to life, I grabbed the hooks in the walls with my hands and threw my head back. She pushed my lips apart and inserted it slowly, each ridge bumping along my clit on the way in. It was on a lower speed, just enough to make its presence inside of me known, but not enough to make me cum. It was easily seven inches long and it took her close to three minutes to agonizingly enter me. Once inside, she increased the speed and began to pull it in and out. Without warning she switched another button and I could feel the butterfly's wings begin to move, gently fluttering against my clit in a steady, rhythmic motion. "Oh, god," I managed again. "It's good?" She asked. "So good. So good. Fuck me. Please. Faster. Turn it on faster." She laughed and bit my thigh. "Patience." She slid the dildo in and out, each time it was withdrawn, the heavenly wings left my swollen clit and I moved my hips for more. "Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Push it in harder. Faster." She turned both switches up another notch and my whole body began to move with it. She held it in place and pulled her head out from under my skirt. She stood on tiptoes and slid her hands under my shirt where she found my anxious tits, my nipples already hard, waiting for her touch. She withdrew her hand and licked her fingers and then went under again and circled them, round and round, before pinching my thick nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "God damn it, mother fucker --- make me cum!" I screamed. She worked it all harder, more intensely, pinching and pulling. And then the dildo, the fluttering wings, her fingers, were all too much and an orgasm wracked my body, sending me into spasms. She held it against my clit until cum dripped onto her fingers. I shivered and shaked with the force of it for several minutes. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Then, when my shaking subsided, she slowly withdrew it. I was panting and my knees knocked against one another as I stepped down off of the platform. "So, is it worth the money? The $49.99?" She asked. "Umm, humm." I reached down to pull up my panties and the blood drained from my head, causing me to almost pass out. She picked up the box, drew the curtain back and said, "Let's go ring you up." Then she bounced out to the front of the store leaving me and my cum stained panties to follow. I took my gift certificate from my purse and paid. I felt like I should give her a tip. I could feel the eyes of the girl in the leather bustier boring holes into me, but I couldn't look at her. I was embarrassed and turned on and confused. Mostly I wanted to get home and check this thing out --- it had untested speeds and I was ready to try them out. All of them. It would be a busy night. "I work on Thursdays. And Fridays," she said as she handed me my bag. "There's a few other things I've been thinking of buying. If you want to stop by and help me audition them. There's that vibrating butt plug. And those sheepskin cuffs..." My knees buckled as her soft hand touched mine and I nodded. "Thursdays. And Fridays," I repeated. I pushed the door open to the bright sunlight and walked to my car. Ms. Kitty's Sex Shop Ch. 02 For three weeks in a row, I left the office on both Thursdays and Fridays and went straight to Ms. Kitty's. For three weeks I sat in the car in the late August heat, staring at the building, its neon green sign, its blackened door, but never getting up the courage to go in. The sweat dripped from my brow and I felt my underwear dampen as I peered at the windowless store, hopelessly wishing for a glimpse of my pink-haired friend. I wondered which car in the parking lot was hers, what time she got off work, if she remembered me. It was ridiculous. I'd taken the butterfly dildo contraption home and tried it, but it wasn't the same. After playing with it once, I stuffed it back in the box and hid it under some sweaters in the closet, too embarassed to share it with my husband. I took it out two more times, but each time I felt even sillier. I never left it on long enough to allow myself to climax, I didn't use it enough to warrant new batteries. At lunch two weeks after I bought it, I told the girlfriends who'd given me the gift certificate that I'd never gone to Ms. Kitty's. Never bought anything. They pretended to be mad but two of them came to me privately as we walked to our cars and said they'd never spent theirs either. I shrunk even farther into secret embarassment---what if they knew that I actually had bought something? What if they knew what I'd done while inside the store? I guess I was a certain "kind" of shopper after all. Months later, long after the memory of the pink haired girl should have faded, my husband and I went to a Christmas party thrown by one of his office mates. It was purely out of obligation; neither one of us liked him, but attendance was expected. Office politics. We entered the house, cold from the chill air, where our host and hostess greeted us at the door and took our coats. My nipples were hard and shone against the fabric of my silk blouse. Unfortunately, the host was drunk enough to comment. "Little nip in the air, I see," he said cleverly. I laughed politely and crossed my arms over my chest. As soon as we could, my husband and I headed for the bar. On my second martini, as I stood looking at the garish white tree crowding their living room, my husband tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Honey, I want you to meet someone." I turned around to shake hands with his friend from the office and almost dropped my drink. "This is Elenor. The new woman in accounting? I think I mentioned her." Elenor stuck her hand out and I shook it. I paid so little attention to her that I wouldn't have ever been able to pick her out of a line up. "Her husband is sick, so she brought her daughter, um..." "Pixie," she supplied. "...right. Pixie. For company." Pixie stuck her hand out and I wordlessly shook it, noting the odd ring on her thumb. Elenor bragged, "Pixie's home for winter break. She's a sophomore at University. Straight A student, this one. Aren't you Pix?" Her mom pushed her bangs from her face. "She works at the library." As her mother continued to go on and on about Pixie, I looked up from the carpet to meet her gaze. She no longer had pink hair and most of her facial piercings were absent, but she was the girl from Ms. Kitty's. She was my girl. My knees involuntarily shook. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hanson," she said and she winked at me. I coughed and my husband put his hand on my shoulder. "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah. Fine," I managed. "Excuse me," I said, as I looked at the floor. "I need to use the bathroom." I rushed away from them, calling, "It was a pleasure to meet you." Holy shit. I stopped at the bar for another martini, gulped it down and then made my way to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. The music was thumping and the crowd was loud and I couldn't think clearly. As I shut the door, I was overwhelmed by what had just happened, my breathing short and my legs weak. I stood in the peach colored room, trying to calm down. I sat on the toilet for a few moments until I felt sure I could stand again, then I splashed some water on my face, patted it dry, straightened my skirt and opened the door to rejoin my husband. Maybe he'd be ready to go. I turned the knob and pushed on the door and there, before me, stood Pixie, a grin on her face. Before I could speak she placed her hand flat against my chest and forced me back into the bathroom. She turned around and locked the door, effectively sealing us off from the rest of the party. "Hey." She stood in front of me forever, just looking. "You're as pretty as I remembered. I looked for you. For a few weeks. I thought for sure you'd come back." As was the case with our first meeting, I couldn't find my voice. She started opening cabinets, looking around. "I can keep calling you Mrs. Hanson, or you could tell me your first name," she said. "I've already fucked you, so we might as well skip the formalities." She placed her hand on my thigh momentarily and I felt it tingle all the way to my clit. "Nina," I managed. "Bingo, Nina," Pixie said, as she pulled something from the cabinet below the sink. "Everyone always has something to play with." She smiled at me earnestly. "So, you work at the library?" She laughed. "Elenor thinks so." She flicked her thumb in the direction of her mother. "You dyed your hair. I mean, undyed it. Or whatever." I blushed. Pixie held a large blue dildo before me. So much for small talk. She snapped the switch on and the contraption whirred to life, humming and shaking. I knew it was too loud for anything to be heard, but I was sure everyone in the party could hear it, knew what I was about to do. She studied my face. "What?" I asked. "You don't want to do this again, do you?" I thought about her offer. I was surprised I could think at all. I said nothing at first. "That's cool," Pixie said. "I mean, I just thought...you seemed so...," she turned the dildo off and bent down to return it, "...into it the first time." "Wait," I said. My panties started to soak through and I saw in the mirror that my nipples were hard again. Pixie pivoted on her bent legs and smiled wickedly. "I knew it." And without another word, she withdrew the dildo again and snapped it back to life. I bit my lip and nodded. She placed her hand on my thigh and touched me lightly, caressing my eager flesh. She slipped my skirt past my hips and it dropped to the floor beside her. Her hand went to my underpants and she gently stroked my cunt on top of the lacy fabric. I'd missed her. As good as a lover as my husband was, there was something about Pixie. She knew instinctively what I liked, what I wanted, what I needed. I tossed my head back and moaned. She removed my underwear, placing her index fingers on either side of my hips and sliding them down, goosebumps covering my anxious legs. Her mouth joined the party then, her tongue dancing on my carefully trimmed mound, then my pulsing labia, then my throbbing clit. I moaned louder and placed my hands on the top of her head. She licked generously, my juices flowing. I was close to orgasm and she hadn't even used the dildo, which still hummed in her hand. "Use the...the..." I couldn't speak, so I pointed to the plastic cock. She brought the head of it to my labia and gently inserted the first three inches into my waiting body. It was thick, much thicker than my husband, and it stretched and pulled my pussy to fit---and there were still six inches to go. "Oh, god, Pixie. Pull it out. Push it in. Pull it out," I said, as if she needed instruction. Pixie laughed and worked my clit with her finger as she ripped at my cunt with the huge dildo. My hand drifted to her face. I tucked her mousy brown hair behind her ears and stroked her cheek. I placed my index finger in her mouth and she sucked on it as she guided the vibrating dildo in and out of my cunt. The rhythm of her sucking matched the rhythm of the dildo and I moved my hips to take it all in. She withdrew the dick one last time, slowly, and held it at the apex of my vagina for a moment before thrusting all nine inches into my body. "Oh, fuck me, Pixie. Fuck me hard!" I cried out, not caring who heard me. I shook with my orgasm and she held the dildo there until my thighs stopped swaying. She pulled it out and placed it in my mouth where I struggled to take it in all in, cleaning it of my wetness while she watched. "Oh, shit. That was amazing," Pixie said as she pinched my nipples, played with them. "Now do me." I wasn't thinking straight, the alcohol, the orgasm...so I didn't question her. I took the dildo from her hand and kissed her hard on the mouth. She pushed her tongue between my lips and I sucked it as she had done with my fingers. She tasted like bubble gum. She pulled back and unbuckled her belt, letting her pants fall to the floor revealing beautiful hips and a glorious stomach. She wore no underwear, so I was able to admire her young pussy immediately. She shaved it, which I'd never had the guts to do, and it looked amazing. Pink like a flower petal. I bent down curiously, remembering our last meeting, and parted her lips. A large silver hoop hung from her stretched clit. "Oh," I said involuntarily. "Suck on it," she said, her eyes closed. I hesitated and then went for it. I took the silver ring between my fingers and gave it a gentle tug. Her head went back and she cried out. I placed my lips on it and sucked it into my mouth, taking some of her soft skn with it. I licked it, pulled it, and then, finally, hummed on it. Her cunt released sweet juices which dribbled down my chin. I stayed with her, sucking and tugging until she climaxed and then I stood before her. Her tongue went to my face and she cleaned the cum from my lips and chin. "You should do it. It's so fucking amazing," she said in reference to her pierced clit. "I can't believe I'm doing any of this," I admitted. "But you are," Pixie said. "Thank god, you are." She bent over the closed toilet and her dainty little ass stuck straight up in the air. "Fuck my ass." If I had stopped to think about it, I would have never done it. I was married, for crying out loud. Member of the PTO, soccer mom...but, damn. It felt so good and I wanted to so bad. The dildo snapped to life in my hand and she jumped. I found joy in being the one in control after being at her mercy --- twice. I ran the dildo across her back, watching her flesh respond to the temptation. She flexed her muscles, standing on tiptoes. She purred like a kitten as I circled her ass. She removed the ring from her thumb and opened the top of it, like a locket. She dipped her finger in and rubbed it on her ass. "Use it on the dildo," she told me breathlessly. I stuck my finger it in and coated the dildo with the green, fragrant lube and then plunged my finger into her ass. "Oh. Fuck me, Nina. Please," she said as she raised her ass to push my finger in farther. "Fuck me." I placed the head of the dildo against her ass and felt a tingle of excitement along my spine. Maybe I could be next. I always wanted to be fucked in the ass. Knock, knock. I froze. Knock, knock. "Hon? You OK?" Oh my god. My husband. "Oh my god. My husband," I whispered to Pixie, who hadn't changed position at all. She still clutched the seat of the toilet, her ass ready for penetration. "Invite him in," she said. And not too quietly. "What?" She couldn't be serious. "Come on, he's a guy. He'll be into it." She grabbed my tit through my blouse and I shrieked. "Honey?" He repeated. "You alone in there?"