0 comments/ 53674 views/ 2 favorites Shopping Spree By: Commando You and I stroll into the grocery store one evening to pick up a few things for breakfast the next morning. As we are walking down the aisles, I tell you that there is something I need to pick up and will catch up with you in a few minutes. You say ok as I playfully smack you on the ass and walk away in the opposite direction at the end of the aisle. I am gone for about 10 minutes when you notice that I have walked back up behind you at the end of the adjacent aisle. As I walk up to you, I again playfully grab your ass as the moistness between them reminds you of just how much you enjoy it when I do that to you in public. As you reach up to grab something off the upper shelf you feel my hand as it caresses your inner thigh and pushes your skirt up a little and squeezes the bottom of your ass cheek. You playfully swat at my hand but really don’t want me to stop. Suddenly you feel my hand at your lower back pressing against you as you place a hand on the shelf to steady yourself. As you are about to look around I tell you to look straight ahead and just relax. You feel your skirt being pushed up slightly and a cool rush of air against your moist pussy. You feel something warm and moist pressed against your pussy lips. It slides up to your ass then back down again spreading your pussy lips as it rubs against your swelling clit. In slow circles it moves around your clit as you moan softly from the feeling. You ask me what I’m doing, but I just tell you to relax and enjoy it. From the corner of your eye you see something as it passes over your shoulder and touches your lips. You recognize it as a cucumber that has been peeled and cut down to the size of my cock which you now feel pressed against your lower back. You lick the cucumber as you taste your sweet juices on it, then I am placing it to my lips and taste you also, as you feel my cock stiffening even more at the taste of you. I take the cucumber and again press it against your pussy as you slightly spread your legs and hold yourself steady. You feel as it enters you and pushes in slightly, slipping deeper as I apply more pressure. You let out a loud moan and surprisingly look around us to see if anyone has noticed us. It feels so much like my hard cock that you just close your eyes again and enjoy. Your juices now flowing and covering the cucumber, as it moves in and out of you. Your back is arched as you push yourself against my hand, feeling it being pushed in deeper as my other hand travels around you and up your shirt, gently rolling your nipples between my fingers. Your head turns from side to side, again trying to see if anyone is watching. There is no one in sight, but you know that at any moment someone could possibly walk around the corner and witness an awesome spectacle. My one hand on your breasts and the other pushing the cucumber in and out of your pussy like this in public is driving you wild, and you feel the early stages of an intense orgasm building quickly. You don’t want to attract too much attention, so you stifle your moans as much as you can but the feeling going through your body is almost too much to contain. Your breathing is growing rapid as your breasts rise and fall beneath my hand. Your stomach muscles tightening and your legs quivering as your orgasm continues to build throughout your body. You tighten yourself down on the cucumber and push back hard as it drives deep into you, filling you up inside and spreading your pussy wide. Like a wave in the ocean gaining strength as it approaches land, you feel the orgasm gaining strength with each passing second. Finally, like a crashing wave across a beach it overcomes you and you succumb to it. Feeling it rush through your body like a bolt of lightning as you squeal and bite down on your lip to keep from screaming loudly. Your juices flowing out and covering my hand as your knees buckle and my arm is around you, supporting you as you regain your composure. My lips are on your neck, kissing you and reassuring you that I have you until your legs are back up to strength. As you regain your strength, we walk to the front of the store. I am nonchalantly chewing on the last of the cucumber as if nothing has happened. As we pay for our food, we see a security guard exit from a small room behind the registers, wearing a sly grin on his face. As we are just about to exit the store we look back and notice the security cameras posted around the store. Our attention falling mainly to the one just above the very spot where I pleasured you only minutes ago. We both realize now that someone received a great show, and can only imagine what he was doing while watching us, as we laugh together and walk out of the store. Shopping Spree Beep, beep, BEEP, BEEP. I slowly rolled over and looked at the clock. Eight thirty, too late to be a weekday morning, in fact, it wasn't, it was actually Saturday. I lazily draped my arm across the bed and fumbled with the alarm button to turn off the incessant noise, then rolled back over and stared up at the ceiling of my one bedroom apartment. In one more week, I'd be signing the paperwork for my new house, all 1500 square feet of it and nothing to put in it. I had decided to look for furniture that day, which is why I had set my alarm so early, little did I realize that I would find more then furniture. Time to get up and start looking presentable for the world, I thought to myself. As I walked into the bathroom I slid off my panties and stepped out of them. Next went the tight white tank top and then a quick look in the mirror. A brief look at my firm tan five foot six body, with long curly red hair that my friends called my mane, light hazel eyes, and ample c-cup breasts, nipples erect as always, and I decided a long hot shower was the first order of business. I stepped into the shower, closing the door behind me and turned the knob to the hot water, careful not to step into the stream until it heated up a bit. I moved into the pulsing hot stream, grabbed the bar of soap next to me, and began rubbing the bar all over my body starting from the top down. First I started with my arms, then my breasts and stomach, then finally between my legs. Next I grabbed the razor from the side shelf and, raising my leg up and placing my foot on the shelf, I started shaving my long sun bronzed legs. As I finished the second leg, I moved on to my pussy, leaving a short little landing strip all neat and trimmed. With one foot still up on the ledge I began to run my fingers up the folds of my pussy lips. My skin now felt soft and slippery from a combination of the soap and razor gel and I began tracing light circles around my clit. The other hand slid up the length of my firm belly and moved towards my breast and the already excited nipple standing there. My nipples are pretty much normal size, or at least, just the right size for my breasts. I started tugging and squeezing my nipples and quickly let out a gasp. A tinge of pain raced from my nipple through my body adding to the arousal. The hot streams of water were tracing there way down my body, between my legs in little rivulets and the steam in the shower was now fogging up the doors and rising up to create shots of hot air to caress my body. With my first hand, I quickly slid a finger deep inside my cunt, then pulled it back out and moved it across my clit. My movement began to increase in both pressure and tempo and I could feel an orgasm building in my abdomen. My body started to shudder as I finally lost control with an explosion of pleasure and pain. I leaned back against the shower wall and let the water cascade down my front, taking a moment to bask in the aftermath of my orgasm. Much better, now I could definitely go shopping. I picked out a tight little white t-shirt with the words 'I need a hug' written on the front across my breasts, breasts that practically seemed to be bursting through those words. It was a little cuter then I was used to, but seemed to get a lot of attention, and if I was going to haggle with a man, I needed their attention to be focused elsewhere. I quickly slipped on little pair of white thong panties and a pair of low-rise jean shorts, perfect for the summer, stepped into my sandals and headed out the door to my car. Once I got into the car, I proceeded to my first destination, downtown Main Street. The main street in downtown was packed with furniture stores, one after the next. The first three I went to took me about 5 minutes to walk through before determining that they definitely didn't have what I wanted. The next store I went into prominently displayed a sign stating that it was going out of business and everything must go. This looked a bit more promising since 'on sale' is always a good thing. I walked through the double glass doors and into the front room of the store. The store appeared to have a four room layout, two in the front and two in the back. The first room I was in was couches and so was the other front room, while the back rooms were primarily bedroom sets. As I walked into the second front room, a taller gentleman, around his mid-thirties with a very fit medium build and clean cut dirty blond hair and tight kept beard walked up to greet me. The first thing he did was look at my breasts, then up to my face, and spreading his arms wide he said in a deep voice 'Come here, I'll give you a hug'. Good I thought to myself, the shirt was definitely working. He had a boyish grin on his face and his dark blue eyes revealed more then a little charm. His tie pointed like an arrow to the slight bulge in his dark grey slacks and I began to feel more then a little aroused, not to mention amused. After informing the man that I was just looking, he told me that if I needed anything that his name was Steve and to just let him know. He also pointed at two younger men, probably mid 20s, standing behind him, and indicated that they could help me too, but that he was the manager there. The two younger men looked like fresh college new grads; with there clean cut hair, medium builds, and their textbook khaki and white shirt ensembles. One had darker hair then the other, but otherwise, they were fairly indistinguishable. I walked around to the back rooms and began looking at bedroom sets. There was an oak set with a four poster bed that caught my eye. Only $2000 for the whole set. That was definitely a deal, and the four posters would be great for extracurricular activities, but I needed to look at other stores first to make sure I didn't find anything better. I walked back into the first front room, just in time to hear the manager say to the two other men that he might just need a hug too at the end of the day. I caught his eye briefly, waved, and said that I would be back before the end of the day. I wondered whether he knew I had overheard what he'd said to the others, but that thought quickly left my mind as I walked back to my car. After searching the rest of the day, I couldn't find anything else I liked better, so back I went to the store with SALE signs. I got there late and in fact the store was just about to close. As I walked through the doors, I could see that Steve, the manager, was letting everyone know that it was closing time and that they had about five more minutes to look. I once again caught his eye and walked to the back of the store through the doors to the bedroom sets. As he walked around the corner towards me, he asked 'Do you see something you like?' once again looking directly at my breasts. I told him that I liked the oak four poster bed, but was wondering if that was the final price. He said it was negotiable, but for right now, he needed to lock up the store since everyone had left and asked if I would mind waiting and we could discuss the price then. I nodded to him and went back to looking at the bedroom set, picturing how it would fit in my new house. A few moments later he walked back into the room, whispered to the two younger men standing near the desk in the back. They looked quickly from him to me and back to him again and then, with his hands in his pockets, Steve walked back over to me. I was starting to get a little uneasy at this point, but I had come too far to back out now, besides, it was probably just my imagination. As he approached though, I couldn't help but realize just how boxed in I was. I had one bed on one side of me, the one I liked on the other, and the wall behind me, but I put on a brave face and asked him once again if that was the best price he could offer. 'Well lady,' he said 'I'll tell you what. You've already kept us here past hours but I think we can all come to an arrangement.' 'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I didn't realize what time your store closed, in fact I can just go home tonight and come back tomorrow if you want.' I was starting to really worry at this point and the two younger gentlemen were starting to walk over behind the manager. 'I understand,' said the man, 'But you see, we don't get paid for anything past closing, and we're already after hours, so we believe we might need some compensation.' As he finished this statement, he started moving closer to me. Seeing where this was leading, I lunged for the bed on my right, trying to get across it since I knew there was no way I could get past him or the two younger men now standing behind him. As I reached the other side, I felt a warm strong hand grab my ankle and yank me back. I fell face first on the bed and tried to reach for the other side, only to have my hand loose its grip and my purse fall to the floor. At that same moment, one of the younger men, the blond, grabbed my wrists and the other, the dark haired one, grabbed my shoulders and roughly turned me over so that I was face up. The dark haired man began pulling my shirt up as Steve held my kicking ankles and exclaimed 'Oh yeah, let's see those babies. They look like they've been trying to get free all day. Hold her tight Mark, she's a little feisty.' I tried pulling my wrists free but the Mark was too strong, and his large hands encompassed both wrists. Between the two younger men, it wasn't long before my shirt and bra were completely gone and their rough hands were grabbing and fondling my breasts. Since I couldn't get free I began to scream. Steve just looked at me and cackled, 'Scream all you want, there's no one else here, the doors are locked, and no one's gonna be coming around to hear you anyways.' I quickly realized that he was right and I also realized something else, I was incredibly turned on and I hated it. I tried desperately to struggle some more and Steve pressed down on my legs with his body and removed his tie with his free hands. He tossed the tie to the dark haired man and told him to tie up my hands to make me easier to hold, then he looked at me and said, 'We can do this the hard way if you want bitch, I'll rip those shorts right off you if I have to.' I calmed down, realizing there was nothing I could do, my hands now tied above my head, my legs pinned down underneath the manager and no where for me to go. I stopped struggling and let Steve move up between my legs, spreading them apart and unzipping my shorts. He pulled them off me roughly, the only thing between me and him now was my flimsy little white thong which was already dripping wet with my juices. How could my body betray me like this? Mark and the other man had already taken turns holding me so they could unbutton their shirts and unzip there pants. They had taken one of their ties to fasten my hands to the side frame of the bed. It had an effect of causing me to have to arch my back slightly so as not to put too much pressure on my arms. With their free hands they were stroking their hard thick dicks and squeezing or grabbing at my nipples and breasts like I was a piece of meat. Steve unbuttoned his shirt removing it from his tanned skin and I could see the little bit of hair covering his hard chest. He wasn't chiseled, but he definitely kept himself in shape, there would be no way for me to over-power him. He reached down with one hand and pushed the flimsy material away from between my legs, stroked my clit a few times, and then shoved two fingers into my pussy. My head reared back uncontrollably as I arched my hips towards him and the first waves of orgasm hit me. I rode his fingers, pushing my hips in time with his finger fucking. My mind exploded as his hand invaded my dripping wet pussy again and again and I screamed in pleasure at the sensation. When I had calmed down from my exertions, he pushed his body farther between my legs and leaned over me, the other hand next to my head. 'Now this is much more like it,' he said 'this little slut wants it, don't you?' As he said this he leaned down and roughly pressed his lips against mine. To my surprise, I responded by opening my mouth and searching for his tongue with mine. I could feel the heat of his body pressed against me and the faint smell of cologne or aftershave. He pulled his lips back, 'Oh yeah, she definitely wants it.' He made his way to my breasts grabbing both of them in his hands, as he had abandoned my cunt, and started sucking and chewing on the nipples. I moaned in ecstasy at the pleasure and pain of it. Steve abruptly sat back up resting his hands on my knees; the bulge in his pants was now very obvious. He unbuckled and stripped off his belt, then unzipped his pants releasing his massive dick from its confinement. 'See this,' he said stroking his long shaft with one hand 'this is going right in your pussy, and you're gonna like it aren't you, bitch?' He once again leaned over my body, and with one hand on the bed, he used the other to guide the tip of his shaft right into my pussy and with one deep thrust, he had pushed himself deep into me. I gasped, pushing my head back and closing my eyes. I could feel his throbbing manhood gliding in and out of me in long hard strokes. I felt my head turned to one side and something warm being pressed against my lips. I shut my mouth tightly at first, but a hand grabbed the back of my head and hair and the quick scream I almost uttered was enough for Mark to force his dick into my mouth. I nearly gagged at first from the force of his entry and as he pulled back, I could taste his salty precum trickling along my tongue. At that moment, all my inhibitions dropped away and instead of feeling ashamed, I was eager. I started sucking on his shaft, taking in as much as I could and enfolding my tongue around it. I was like a girl with her first taste of a lollipop and I couldn't get enough. In the meantime, Steve was working hard on his end, thrusting with ever more power. His chest muscles were taught and his hands were on my hips, giving him better leverage to push his dick into me. His rhythm was slow but strong. He removed one hand from my hip and grabbed my breast, 'Damn she's nice and tight, this feels way too good' he said. 'She's damn good at sucking too,' added Mark. 'Come on man, hurry up, I need to get some too,' complained the dark haired man. 'You'll get your chance Brad,' replied Steve, 'Just relax and enjoy the show, we've got plenty of time, don't we hun?' Steve grinned evilly at me. Brad was still stroking his dick and it was turning a dark shade of angry red. He wanted a piece of the action but was making himself content with one hand on my other breast and his other hand on his dick. I was lost in complete ecstasy, both breasts being manhandled and both my pussy and my mouth filled. The only thing that could make it better was if my ass was filled too. Mark increased his tempo a bit, fucking my face with his hand still wrapped in my hair. His head went back and his face contorted giving me my queue that he was about ready to coat my mouth with his cum and a moment later I wasn't disappointed. I licked up every last drop as he shuddered a few more times squirting out the last bit into the back of my throat. He pulled his soon to be limp cock out of my mouth and leaned back against one of the poles on the bed. 'Damn that was good bitch,' Mark said. 'Doesn't take you long to get off now does it?' said Steve as he smirked and looked back at me. Mark muttered something under his breath and said he was going off to find a towel as he walked away from our little group. I was completely focused on Steve now, how much stamina did this guy have? A second later another cock replaced the one that had left my mouth moments before. This time Brad was the one face fucking me. Now Steve had increased his thrusts into me, harder and quicker. I was moaning in complete pleasure, no doubt creating a nice little experience for Brad. Steve's massive cock was pushing deeper and deeper and the next wave of orgasm was threatening to take me when Steve thrust one more time, digging his hands into my hips and spewing cum into my pussy as his head went back and a loud groan escaped his lips. At the feel of his hot sperm I was completely overcome and my body shuddered as I came with him, adding my juices to his. He pushed back once or twice more then pulled out his now softening dick and looked at Brad, 'Your turn man.' Brad pulled his dick from my mouth and moved around to my legs. I had closed them after Steve, basking in the afterglow of orgasm and laying there trying to recover from the experience. Brad put one hand on each knee and practically threw them apart and pushed his way in between them. He took his hand and guided his dick into me just like Steve and then, grabbing my waist with his massive hands, he slammed the whole length of his cock into my pussy. There was no finesse in it like Steve, just pure brute force. Sweat began glistening on his chest and every thrust ripped into me a little more. Between the pain and the pleasure of it all I was in heaven. By this time, Steve had walked around to my hands and was untying them. He looked me in the eyes and posed the question 'Now, you're gonna do what I tell you, you little slut, aren't you?' I nodded my head, 'Whatever you want me to do,' I agreed. He finished untying me while Brad continued his thrusts into my pussy. I could feel his dick stretching me and I could feel the pressure building up. I just wanted to lay there and let him do what ever he wanted to me. 'Turn her over,' commanded Steve. Brad complied. He pulled out, lifted me up by waist and practically tossed me like a rag doll onto my front, and then he grabbed my hips again and lifted me up till I was steadily on all fours. As I kneeled there stunned, I felt Brad's hot hard cock pressing against my asshole for just a second before he plowed his way deep into my ass. I gasped surprised at the thickness of it and his quick thrust easily filled my ass. Steve grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head up till I could barely breathe; 'Now you're gonna clean up this mess you made on my dick.' He shoved his now limp dick in front of my face and I took it with one hand, licking it from bottom to top, sucking off our juices. As I worked on the tip his cock started getting hard again and by the time I had sucked off every last bit his rock hard dick was throbbing, standing at full attention. He forced it into my mouth, shoving my head down on it. Brad had grabbed my shoulder with one of his hands for better leverage and was slamming into me with his last efforts until finally I heard him moan and felt him shoot his hot load in my ass, filling me up and my lips unconsciously tightened around Steve's dick while I orgasmed yet a third time. 'Oh yeah, that's it bitch, suck on it just like that,' said Steve. Cum was trickling down my legs from my pussy and my ass at this point and Brad was pulling back and getting off the bed, no doubt to join Mark in finding a towel. Steve pulled out, picked me up by the shoulders and threw me back onto the bed. In one quick motion, he was on top of me, straddling my chest and thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth with my wrists above my head in his other hand. A few moments later he tensed and pulled out one last time, grabbed his dick and furiously tugged at it once or twice before cum splashed all over my chest. He let go of his dick and it flopped a couple of times on my chest as he pushed himself back a bit. 'Well, now that we've worked out the matter of overtime, we can start working on lowering the price of this bedroom set here.' he said as he smiled that charming little grin at me... Shopping Spree I was shopping in a small clothing store. With several pairs of pants and few shirts and shorts in my hand, I go to the dressing rooms to try them on. In the back are several small booths, Three on each side. At the end of the dressing area is a large mirror. Each room has a curtain in front of it to shield the shoppers from watching as you change. I selected the one furthest from the store closest to the mirror and proceeded to undress. I wasn't wearing any underwear and the air conditioning in the store felt good on my naked skin, so I decided to just stand and enjoy it for a while. I could see through the small space between the curtain and the wall a beautiful, barefoot, woman with dark red hair, modeling herself what I guessed were a new pair of cut offs. I chuckled a bit. Why would anyone BUY cut offs when you can just make them? She stood in front of the mirror for quite some time, long enough for me to notice how smooth her fair skin was and how well manicured her toes were. They were painted a deep, dark, rich red that seemed to compliment her skin and match her red hair. She had quite an affect on me as I began to get hard just looking at her. I thought it might have been the fact that I was naked and staring at this woman and she had no idea. I lost myself for a moment and began to slowly stroke my cock until I was fully hard when she suddenly up and turned on her toes and was gone. I caught my breath and tried on my first ensemble, jeans and a Hawaiian shirt. I stepped out and looked at myself in the mirror. I laughed a little feeling like a tourist. I turned to see how well my ass looked when I thought I saw a curtain move quickly. My cock immediately stirred. Was that the woman I was watching? Then I heard more voices. It was just two women trying on clothes. I returned to my stall. I was closing the curtain I saw a third approach with bathing suits. HHmmm, I thought this might be fun. Hopefully they will model the suits for me. I closed the curtain; only this time I left it open a little more so I could see. I disrobed and picked out another outfit, a pair of shorts and a small t-shirt. I'm not in the greatest shape but I looked okay in this outfit. I heard the other curtain open and held my breath, hoping. Goddess bless me it was the red head again and she was wearing a very sexy White one piece cut high on the thighs and low on the sides so the curve of her breast filled out very nicely. She stood and modeled back and forth a bit. She turned and faced directly at me. I didn't know if she could see me or not as I was a bit back from the curtain. I got the chance, however, to see that her eyes were a golden green. I caught my breath. I heard another voice. "Well?" The red head smiled a wicked smile turned back to the mirror. "Yes." I heard them laugh. The red head then slowly reached up and began rubbing her breast till her nipples were rock hard. "I need to see what I'll look like when the waters cold" She giggled. My cock was rock hard and uncomfortable, pushed down in the shorts. They were cut high and the tip of my cock had grown below the hem. I dared myself to go out like this. I took a deep breath and reached for the curtain and pulled it open just as the three girls stepped back into their stall. Dissapointed, I stepped out any way and looked down at how silly I looked with my cock hanging below the hem of my shorts. When I looked up again the red head was standing behind me in a new one piece this was even skimpier. My mouth went dry, she looked at me in the mirror and reached out and patted my crotch. "I think they're too short for you." I mumbled something in agreement and scurried back into my stall. I tried to cleverly close the curtain so I could still watch but she walked away. I could hear the women talking and laughing, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I thought this was the end of my game and stripped down to try on something else. The air conditioning felt so good on my embarrassed flesh that again I decided to stand for a minute. The idea of that red head was making me hot and hard and I slowly got lost in the idea of her and began stroking my cock. I heard a curtain open up and turned to see if I could peak at the latest outfit, but my curtain was pulled too close to the wall this time. I used my hand and imagination and started stroking my hard cock. I looked down and to my surprise I saw the beautifully painted toes of the red head pointing in my direction, standing just inches from my curtain. I froze for a moment. Did I make noise? Was I busted? Could she have seen me somehow? Her hand then slinked into my stall from the side. I froze in panic. The rush made my cock even harder. Her fingers expertly found my hard cock. She knew exactly what I was doing. "I thought so" she said, than slid inside. The red head, wearing just a bra and panties. Her bra was lacy and sheer and the panties were sheer enough that I could see a line of hair rising up from her well-trimmed pussy. She took my hand in hers and placed it back on my hard cock. "Is this from me? Do you like me this much? She stroked my hand up and down my cock and pushed me back against the stall. Her other hand on my shoulder she pushed me down, than put her fingers to her lips to hush me. "Where are your friends?" I asked. "Out shopping." She than sat on the small bench and slid her panties down to reveal a well-manicured pussy with swollen lips. I must have immediately drooled. She placed her foot at my lips. I hesitated at first but noticed that she must have wiped it clean from the store's floor before coming in because it smelled fragrant and felt silky. I took her foot to my mouth and looked up she unsnapped her bra and her breast fell out a natural b cup not too big not too small. She nudged my mouth again with her foot. I took the hint and slowly began to suckle her big toe. She moaned I stopped looked at her and she giggled and shushed herself. I went back to suckling first her big to than each one in after the other. I was lost in her foot while her other foot continued to manipulate my hard cock. At this point I didn't care where I was, I was in heaven. I never thought I could get such pleasure licking and sucking a foot before. I opened my eyes and saw that she was masturbating with one hand while playing with her breast with the other. My cock got a bit stiffer and started to throb. I could barely breath from excitement. I moved my tongue between each toe and suckled them like they were nipples. I drew my tongue across the sole of her foot from heel to toe and tried to make her cum just from her feet. She eventually pulled her foot from my mouth. I don't know how or why but I would have crawled out through the store on my hands and knees bare ass naked to stop her from leaving. All I did was suck her toes and she had me. She sat up-right on the little bench and pulled my head to her crotch spreading her legs. "Show me how much you want me." I started by licking her inner thighs just to taste her flesh. It was like nectar to my senses. My head was swimming as I slowly moved to lick her outer lips and bring my tongue along the length of her slit. Her juices flowed like ambrosia and her clit was swollen to a hard nub like I had never seen before. I suckled gently on her clit then flicked it with my tongue until I heard her try to suppress her moans. Then with no warning I extended my tongue and penetrated her, tasting the sweet liquid of her excitement. My chin was dripping with her pleasure. I couldn't stop myself if I wanted too. I continued to lick and suck her pussy until she grabbed a garment and covered her mouth and screamed an orgasm into it. She flooded my mouth and I lapped at every drop I could. She took my head and held me close to her body as She drew me up-ward, she stopped me at her breast. "Suckle." I just did as I was told. Both of us were glistening in sweat even with the air conditioning on. She reached down and began to masturbate my hard cock while I sucked on first the left then right breast. Her nipples were hard as she stroked me slowly. She shifted again on the bench and told me to stand up. She took my hand and stroked my cock with it again. "I want to watch you cum" She got me started than slowly withdrew her own hand. I was so caught up that I couldn't stop I stared at her beautiful naked body. "My eyes" she said "Look me in the eyes while you masturbate I want you to see me when you cum" My hand started moving faster My cock was dripping only moments from climax. She reached for the curtain and slowly drew it open while I was masturbating. I could see from the corner of my eye, her two friends. They too watched me while I stroked myself. I couldn't believe how excited I was, knowing these women were watching me. I tried to hold off my orgasm just to savor the moment. Lost in my red heads' eyes, I stroked faster. My balls tightened, my body flexed and I shot a load of cum bigger than I could remember. "Bravo" One of her friends replied. The other giggled. "If he follows us home, can we keep him?" Shopping Spree I walked up to the lingerie store at the mall first thing in the morning hoping that it would be fairly empty. I thought of the task I had been set upon to perform. I was to buy a pair of panties and report back to my online Mistress. Looking inside the store was completely empty except for a young lady fixing up a display. I nervously walked into the store and began browsing the isles. I stopped at a bin full of panties and began to run my fingers across the fabric. I imagined myself kneeling in front of my Mistress, wearing them. She's smiling down at me, telling me how much it pleases her to humiliate myself for her in such a way. My balls were still aching from all the edgings I had done and only a ruined orgasm to show for any relief. I felt her cock stir. "Can I help you?" said the voice that snapped me back to reality. I looked up to see the woman standing in front of me. She had a petite frame, yet she had a stunning figure. I was staring at her blouse buttons that were straining to keep her breasts confined. I hadn't noticed I was still fondling the panties. "Sir, hello? I'm up here!" she waved her hand in front of her face. Totally embarrassed I began to stammer out a response. "Do you have these in my size?" I asked. She took them from me without a word and leaned forward exposing her cleavage. She picked out about five or six pair and handed them over to me. "Do you like any of these? They all should fit." I stood there fumbling the panties in my hands as she walked around the bin and stood next to me. "How about we try them on to make sure." she said with a barely noticeable gleam in her eye. I wasn't sure if she was serious or not until she took me by the arm to the changing area. I went into the booth. "My name is Melissa if you need anything." she said as she pulled the curtain closed. I wanted to just buy them and leave, but now for some reason I felt obligated, almost as if this was now part of my task. I stripped down and pulled up the first pair. The lavender boy cut fit rather well and my Mistress' cock began to stiffen. I changed them out for a thong and then ruffled black and white pair. By now her cock was fully erect and I began to stroke it. This would be a great addition in my report to my Mistress. A nice edging in the changing booth at the lingerie store. How naughty. Facing the mirror, slowing teasing and stroking in a lime green pair of cheekies I watched myself. I felt the cum beginning to boil in my swollen balls. I was still allowed to cum once more time this month and I just knew that wasn't going to be able to stop. In no time I was at the point of no return and massive load shot from her cock and sprayed the mirror. I fell to my knees, panting. Obediently; I began to lick the mirror clean. I gathered everything up and got dressed. Peeking out of the booth to make sure nobody was there I darted back into the store and seen Melissa waving me over to the register. I put everything on the counter and said I'd take it. She rang me up and I gave her my credit card. She then asked for my drivers license, which I sheepishly handed over. "That will be $368.96, please." Stunned and confused I tried to ask why so much. "Well, I gave you a few extra things and some gift cards for me, silly!" she said coyly. I began to protest but she cut me off. "Perhaps I should just post the security disc of you masturbating and licking up your cum in the booth on the internet, saying Mr. John Smith of 114 Pine St. likes to do this. Maybe we should call security and perhaps they would like to see this and know that you tried to leave with merchandise stuffed in your coat pockets." My heart was pounding, my head spinning. I reach in my pocket and found stockings in them. How? Why? What should I do? "Please, no." I blurted out, not wanting any more attention than needed. "I'll pay for it. Just let me have the disc." She agreed and told me to wait here while she got it. She returned with a jewel case and put in in the bag. "You know we get guys like you all the time" she said using air quotes as she said guys. "Your either too dumb to know we video tape everything in there to stop shoplifters or you wanted to get caught. I must say you put on quite a show, perhaps you can come by again sometime." I nodded politely and quickly left the store and raced home. My heart was still pounding as I poured a drink and started up my computer. Time for pictures and report back to my Mistress. After I took the pics of myself in my panties I, for some reason, realized I hadn't even looked at the disc. I pulled it out of the bag and opened it. My jaw dropped when I looked inside and all there was was a note: Hey Kinky Customer, If you really want this meet me at 123 Main St at 8 o'clock tonight. M PS Wear the stuff I gift wrapped for you. My eyes turned towards the package at the bottom of the bag. Shopping Spree It had been a while since they'd needed this. He strode quickly toward the door, hoping he'd really find her there. The brief message he'd sent, proposing this place on this night, had gotten an equally brief response. In a way, that was perfect: it was what she knew he'd want. Still, one of these times, they might cross wires and be in the wrong place... and after all they'd gone through to find each other in the first place, any missed chance would be frustrating. One of these times, too, maybe she'd get him arrested. He always thought about that as these evenings began. Still, when he reached the automatic door, he was moving faster than it wanted him to move. He stiffarmed it aside and entered, and paused to get his bearings. Off to the right, toward the back of the store. Still moving quickly, he stepped that way, breathing deeply with the exertion of his walk, and with his body not quite knowing whether to be hard. Not that aisle, not the next one... but finally there she was, toward the back of the store past a pair of married shoppers, toying with items displayed on hooks. The sight of her didn't exactly calm him, but his pace was more normal as he brushed past the others leaving the aisle. He took in the sight of her as he walked - the skirt, the heels - remembering her. She must have seen him first, because her smile couldn't be about the merchandise on the rack in front of her. He thought she'd seen him, at least - she had to be pretending, to be so unaware as he drew near. To find out, once he was within arms' reach, he reached out to touch her hair. Wordlessly, his fingertips brushed the back of her neck, feeling the electricity of that first contact, skin-to-skin. Her body gave just one tiny quiver - from this, he was certain she had known he was there, and had been anticipating whatever touch came first. His hand fell down to rest upon her hip, palm pressing against the top of her buttock. His fingers curled around towards the front, tips edging towards the territory they longed to visit. She shifted weight toward him and rose a fraction on her toes, as a subtle way to press against him, a way that just might not get them caught. To the old man that walked past them then, they seemed to be reading labels, but the man with the warming palm was busy trying to read the lady's mind. Her mind was in a whirl; she barely knew what she was thinking herself. This man was a recurring fantasy to her most of the time, somebody you'd think about when the mood was right, the secret lover she kept just for her. Having him genuinely there, with that too-damn-right first touch, was just a bit different from what she'd been anticipating. Just like every time. She wanted to seduce and to amaze him with her daring... but for the moment, it was good to just stand still, just let it happen.... just to melt. Unplanned and in unison, they shuffled slightly closer together; his right hip slightly overlapping her left. The curve of her body became pressed against his groin, and his grip on her other hip immediately tightened with the shock of it. Her smile widened as she thought "my goodness, he is happy to see me." Somehow drawing strength from that thought, she shifted to press more fully against that erection. After all, it was the reason she was there, fundamentally - she wanted to reassure it that she was happy too. He drew a long breath as she ground her body against his shaft, acutely aware that the old man had not gone far, was within feet of him, could very well be watching. He was half terrified of some disgusted outcry, but half tempted to turn around and say "Watch me fuck her right here." Neither was quite the way he wanted this to end, and he believed he could feel either or both moments approaching... so reluctantly he shifted his body away from hers. Squeezing with the hand still grasping her, to reassure, he bent close to her ear and said: "Next aisle." Then he turned and walked away from her, aware his erection was noticeable, trying to think of a place to hide it other than the place he was wanting to hide it. He hoped she understood, hoped it wouldn't all go wrong right here. As he left the aisle and turned to the next one, he heard her footsteps... walking away. Dammit. He stepped into the next aisle, which had no other shoppers. At least he had some space to curse himself. How did he let her get away? What the hell did he do wrong? Now what was he going to... oh. He grinned ear-to-ear as she appeared at the far end of the aisle, peeking around the corner before stepping fully into view. He let his hands fall to his sides and kept the grin in place as he began walking slowly toward her. She stepped toward him as well, watching the way his hands dangled at his waist, the way his fingers flexed, the way his eyes moved across her. Every sign she read said that he wanted to have her right there, and she was losing track of reasons why he shouldn't. About ten feet away from him, she turned abruptly to face the shelves and stopped, staring without seeing, trying to understand her own nerve endings. She already knew she was sexy, really she did - why did the way he looked at her in public make her weak? His footsteps stopped right behind her, and for a moment there was nothing for her nerves to do except to know he was close. His right arm reached past her right shoulder, to touch the colorful merchandise on the shelf; he'd found the simplest excuse to be near to her. His foot shifted, their thighs touched... and again she felt the length of him pressed against her. She realized that she didn't even know if anyone could see them, that she wasn't even keeping track of where she was. His breathing spoke only of his excitement, how thoroughly he wanted to press his body against hers. The scent of her was maddening him, reminding him how spectacular she was, that woman right against his body... how satisfying she could be... His left arm went around her midsection as his right drew back from the shelf. He had to hold her just then, and he didn't even consciously realize how his right hand was groping her breast until his thumb brushed across a barely-covered nipple. He felt her weight sag back against him, then push back, shoulder blades against ribs. The contact overwhelmed her, her spinning mind taking refuge in what nerve endings could tell her. How could he know how she had ached for that intimate touch, how she had considered the feel of every blouse she owned before dressing that morning, how she had felt the material against her that afternoon when she visited the store to think about the night... He'd touched her perfectly again, and she leaned into it, hard, without thinking how obvious it would be to anyone watching. Not at first, at least, and when she did think of it, she immediately convinced herself that the embrace would look innocent enough, long enough... They had been needing this for so long. His hand froze in place as she squirmed against him, as he tried to keep some control of himself and what was happening. He'd already almost lost her once - he wouldn't be able to stand it if she got spooked, if he couldn't get her near him, against him, on him. The fingertips which had begun to close around her breast opened again, and his right hand shifted down to her abdomen, to rest above her navel. As innocently as he could manage, he caressed a small circle on her body, up to just below the curve of her breasts and then back down. Suddenly aware of how his arms were pressing her against his erection, he backed up slightly, reluctantly, hoping his hands could do enough for her on their own. She exhaled slowly through her nose, resisting the urge to growl. Damn him, did he have to torture her like that? Hands, those hands, rubbing her, which was just why she'd answered him in the first place, but damn him, leaving her nipples so ready, she knew this blouse, she had to be so fucking obvious right now... getting so soaked from the center out... damn him... those hands... She leaned her head backward, eyes closed, until her temple rested against his jaw. As he reflexively gathered her tighter against him, his failing shave rasped against her skin and drew that first little sound from her. One long breath later, relying on bone conduction, she spoke softly but clearly: "Come after me. Garden center." And suddenly she was breaking free of him, heels clicking down the aisle. Her legs were working like pistons, moving with a sudden burst of energy. She glance at the couple she passed toward the end of the aisle, ignoring the man's surprised survey of her body. Reaching the corner, she turned right... and disappeared into the store. The couple continued walking - the man she'd left just stood for a moment, collecting himself as best he could. He drew one deep breath of his own, wheeled on one foot, and marched toward where she had vanished, aware of the couple only as obstacles he needed to move beyond. The woman's widening eyes as he stalked by went unnoticed, and he did not care that the couple had, without thinking, moved more closely together as he passed. He was occupied with turning right, and scanning the store. He found the sign for the garden center, high up on the side wall, but no sign of her. Oh what the hell, did she really...? His mind jittered through a dozen things she might have done, as his body moved automatically, with long strides, toward the sign that he did see. His body seemed confident it would find her, and it walked his jittering mind to the proper door before he realized it. The garden center door slid open as he approached, just slowly enough to break his stride. He stepped through it into the outdoors, his eyes swiveling, adjusting to the fading twilight. This area was not the most popular part of the store this time of day - it was just a glorified section of parking lot surrounded by chain-link fencing, on the side of the building farthest from the traffic. He tried to appear calm as he surveyed the scene. Shelves, stacked piles of peat moss; rows of hanging plants passing their season. Overpriced wheelbarrows, et cetera, randomly parked here and there. A faint air-handler hum from somewhere. Her: nowhere to be found. Wouldn't she have waited for him? Or would she have just gone and... He stood, barely balanced, for a moment; he made his choice, and stepped off to his left toward the rear of the store. Alert for any sign of anyone, he noticed no movement at all, in the garden center or the parking lot beyond. Swearing under his breath, he ducked under the hangings, around the shelves, eyes seeking. A small "greenhouse" area for the more delicate plants proved empty as he passed, and he saw no one at all in any of the informally arranged walkways. As he drew level with the door to the greenhouse, he paused, looking around, mind eliminating everything he saw that wasn't female. Bags of topsoil, musty bags of mulch... a faint chemical scent approaching him on the breeze, must be fertilizer... a baby forklift, stacks of empty pallets... his own ragged breathing... a faint giggle... Aha. Behind the greenhouse. Of course. She swallowed hard as his footsteps approached. Those footsteps had to be him, women don't ever walk like that. Do they? No, it had to be him... Each footfall, warmer or colder, took forever. Was the hiding place she'd chosen too concealed? Would he give up and just walk away? The footsteps drew nearer, and suddenly it was him, very much so, all of him, right there, and she involuntarily stepped back toward the chain link fence. Even knowing him already from before, even having breathed him in already on that night, her head still swirled with an instant of something like terror to know that he had her alone. She was beautiful, as always, again, and that's as close as he came to thinking once he was near her. One arm shot out to brace against the fence above her as he leaned in, and his other hand went to cradle her jaw, softly, to see her eyes flare as he gently tipped her face upward. It began, as always, with a kiss. It was the moment that told them the fantasy was becoming substantial, that their bodies were solid and touching at last. She melted, he hardened, as they tasted of each other - settling their nerves, heightening their fires. His hand finding her hip, at the spot where he'd first gripped her, pulling her to press against him. His erection grinding into her, him growling into the kiss. Her sound, involuntary, somewhat higher-pitched. His hand slid upward to her breast, hers squirmed downward between them to clutch his cock. No one was doing much thinking anymore, and the daylight faded quickly. When he could stand it no longer, he pulled away half a step, his hands finding her shoulders, her hand still caressing and stroking him through his slacks. Slowly but firmly he turned her around; her eyes widened and she allowed her arms to fall to her sides - reluctant, but then again not. He reached down to catch her wrists - one, two, - and placed her hands on the chain-link fence, just above her shoulder level. Gently he wrapped her fingers around the wire of the fence, and at the suggestion she gripped it until her knuckles whitened. Still behind her, he reached around and moved his hand quickly down her front, unbuttoning her nearly to the navel. Hands back up for a moment to tug her open at the collar, and then one came around again, dipping into her clothing to collect the breast he'd sampled earlier. The small sounds they made as he found her nipple may have concealed the sliding door opening some yards away - neither was really sure, and they paused together. His other hand seemed more hurried, then, as it slid up a thigh, raising her skirt, bunching it around her waist. He squeezed her breast as his hand slapped at the inside of a thigh; she wordlessly shifted her feet farther apart. She was going to look like such a slut if they got caught... Her arms and the fence took more of her weight as his hand cupped her pussy from behind. She closed her eyes and arched her back even more - if she did get caught, she was determined to look just right for him. His fingers moved quickly to curl around her mound, and to shift firmly on her skin, distributing the wetness he found on her along her lips, across her clit. Sudden light caused her to open her eyes again. Headlights - a vehicle rounding the side of the building, going into a long turn to head back out toward the main road. Just enough daylight remained for her to recognize it as a minivan, as the lights swept across them where they stood out in the open. Every inch of her skin felt warm as the beams played along her. Her knees wobbled for a moment as the van braked. She whimpered just a little as the van turned back, and approached their section of fence slowly. His hands never wavered in their steady caresses as the minivan drew closer, headlights framing her, and came to a stop not twenty feet outside the fence. Her heart pounded as she heard its transmission shift into park, and she blinked as the headlights switched off, leaving only the running lights shining. She felt compelled to raise her face to look, but she could not see through the windshield. Just the driver? A couple? A van-load? It's not like she didn't already know she was sexy enough for anyone's eyes, what with the way her man was breathing, and with the way his hands were touching her, teasing her... not stopping... taking her... Without warning, her eyes closed and the fence had to take her weight, as spasms began to roll through her. She'd certainly have lost her balance and fallen, had his hand between her legs not shifted to steady her, his fingers shifting to guide her through the sharp, deep waves she released. Mother FUCK, he thought as his hand grew damp. They were so utterly busted, playing around out here like this. He'd finally been getting his hands on her, and then that damn van pulled up just as she started moaning... Who knows who was between them and the door by now, waiting to stop them, to shame them, for needing what they needed... Fuck it, he thought - I'm not going to jail with my dick dry. Watch THIS, you fuckers. His hands freed his cock as he stared at that windshield, and returned to clamp on her hips. He couldn't tell who might be watching either. His cock could not have cared less. The load he'd built for her shifted in his balls as his shaft rubbed against her, as he fumbled instinctively for just the right angle. She felt his head probing and steadied her legs, despite wanting so badly to push back against him. Instead she wound up on her toes as he thrust, his knees straightening to drive inside and lift her. They were motionless for a moment just then, both trying not to shout. The headlights of the van flashed, just once. Her mouth dropped open, and she turned her left cheek to her shoulder as he began, determinedly, to move. She tried to move with him, to tame him enough to contribute, but she needed to stay braced against the fence to keep him from knocking her over. She gave up and posed then, and let him have her, balancing on the heels she'd chosen just in case it happened this way. She could feel her tits swaying wildly, nipples brushing against her pretty open blouse, in and out of it as his rhythm rocked her. She knew it was wicked of her to be here, getting so fucked, so openly - she knew what an eyeful the van must be getting - but just then, she could feel nothing deeper than the need, the wild need, the sweet need. She hoped the way she was serving it looked as good as it felt... as he felt... crazy inside her... out of control... shaking, shuddering, out of control... Who knows how long it took before his first spurts filled her. She knew she'd have bruises from his grip on her ass, but really, the way that he'd clung to her, he could have done that to her instantly. He pulsed inside her forever, enough to prove to the world she deserved it, and her body shivered along as she felt each twitch. Some timeless moments later, he pulled gently away from her, feeling every inch of her slip along his semi-hard penis. He hated to set her free of him, but they had to get moving; he couldn't let her get caught like this, not with how good she had been. His fingers relaxed on her slowly - he knew the next time he needed this, the next time he had to send her a message with a destination, this would be the moment that brought him back. Her head hung limply as she felt him slide out and away, her body still braced in quiet acceptance, on proud display. Her head snapped up a moment later, as she heard the tires scrape and engine rev, as the minivan continued the tight turn it had begun just to see what she could do. Within inches of the fence it came, before circling away around the vacant side lot and disappearing past the front of the store. She watched it go as she tried to repair her composure, to straighten her seams, to make her aching fingers do up the buttons on her blouse. Did all that just happen? She could feel it, seeping out - of course it had just happened. But could anyone tell? Did everyone know? Oh fuck, they should, they really should... She turned at last toward him, standing straight and proud and (she hoped) presentable, searching for his silhouette in the now-fallen darkness. She found him against the light from the door to the store. He'd been looking around, scouting their way back, making sure they were safe. Just then, he felt he could rip a way for them through the fence if that was what it took to make his girl happy, and the way he moved as he searched made that quite plain. "Oh, look at you," she whispered, prouder still. Surprisingly, he'd found the way back to the front of the store clear. He turned back to her, extending a sticky hand to lead her forward. Daintily, she placed her small hand in his. Shopping Spree "Come on," he croaked, and cleared his dry throat with a crooked smile. More smoothly then: "Time to go. Let's get you to your ride."