A Sexy Shopping Trip
A Sexy Shopping Trip
I have always been fascinated by erotic accessories, and have an extensive wardrobe filled with delectable items from Victoria's Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood. More recently, I have picked up some deliciously wicked items online. My favorites at the moment are a black leather bustierre that laces up across my tits, and a matching black leather mini that is incredibly short. I only have to bend over slightly for the cheeks of my behind to be visible. I have worn this item only a few times, when my lover Pauline and I have gone to a local lesbian club. It is a huge turn-on for me to see the appreciative stares of the other women when we walk in, and I have had more than my share of come-ons from the other patrons, some of them quite explicit. Last week, for instance, I had left Pauline at our table and gone up to get some more drinks at the bar. I was waiting for Linda, the bartender, to come over, when I suddenly felt a hand reach up under my skirt and wrap itself around the naked cheeks of my behind. A voice cooed in my ear, I just had to feel that. Want to come with me, darling? I could make us both feel real nice. I turned to see who it was and saw a tall, striking blonde, hair cropped short, wearing long black pants and nothing else. Such public nudity is common in this place, but it was still a shock to be face to face with this woman's amazing breasts. Her hard pointed nipples were barely an inch from my face and her eyes seemed to be invited me to take a lick.
I shuddered and tried to control myself, squirming away from her groping hand. Sorry, I answered. I'm with someone. Too bad, she said with a smirk. I'll be around when you change your mind. It took a moment to register that she said when not if. We didn't stick around too long that night.
Despite such hazards, I still love dressing as sexily as possible, and Pauline loves showing me off too. She and I have been lovers for more than a year now, and we have settled quite comfortably into our roles. Simply put, I adore her and willingly do anything she tells me. Sometimes she takes this domme relationship to extremes, and that is what I wanted to tell you about.
First, though, let me describe what we look like. I am Italian American, and have very classic Mediterranean looks. I have dark hair and eyes, soft olive skin, and a buxom body, with large tits (36c) and full nipples that get quite hard and long when I am aroused. Pauline is almost a complete opposite, of Scandinavian heritage, a cool icy blonde, with a tall slender body, and smallish breasts. She always wears thigh-high boots, changing only from black to white to match what she is wearing.
One day, without warning, she announced that we were going shopping. She told me to go braless, but to put on a white silk blouse (partly translucent) and my black leather mini. I was to wear no panties, and she selected a pair of high-heeled pumps for my feet. I looked very erotic, with my nipples showing hard and visible through the blouse.
Where are we going? I asked innocently. That is none of your concern, she snapped, and I began to get a little nervous.
It was a Sunday morning and I was surprised that the place we were going was open, because most stores around here are closed then. But Pauline drove to a part of town I had never been in, the streets gradually getting seedier and more rundown. Finally, she stopped in front of a dark storefront. I could feel my pussy moisten a bit as I realized that it was an erotic sex shop.
We walked up to the front and rang the bell. The door was locked and the place appeared closed, but in a minute, an attractive young blond woman in her twenties, wearing a short green dress, appeared and unlocked the door. She greeted Pauline warmly and I could tell that they knew each other. Then she ushered us in and locked the door behind us. I was a bit nervous.
I've got everything ready in the back, the woman said, and she led the way to the dressing area. Pauline informed me that each outfit we were going to examine would be in a separate bag. I was to put on only what was in each bag and return to the main room.
Nervously I went in and opened the first bag. Inside was a bikini, but I doubt it would be legal on any beach. It was all black leather, the cups bare strips of material that barely covered my nipples, and then panties really just a g-string. I shivered as I pulled it up tight over my wet pussy. Then I walked out into the main room.
I could see the salesgirl's eyes narrow appreciatively as she caught sight of me.
Pauline licked her lips. Delicious, she said, then motioned to the girl. Susan will now check the fit, Pauline said. I swallowed nervously as the girl walked up behind me. She reached around and let her hands slowly squeeze around my breasts. Feel okay up here? she asked. I mumbled assent, and then sucked my breath in as I felt her start to squeeze my hard nipples. Not pinching at all, is it? I shakily said no. She let her hands run down my belly and then to my wet crotch. How about down here? She let her hands run between my legs and then down the top of the panties, letting her finger dip into my wet slit. I squirmed and bit my lip. Then she suddenly reached down and grabbed the elastic strip running up between my ass cheeks, pulled it out, and let it snap back hard on my asshole. I yelped. Looks perfect, Susan said with a grin.
I stumbled back into the dressing room, shaken by what had happened. What would be next?
The next bag held a chain mail top, which merely draped across my nipples. I sighed with relief when I saw that the panties were of much more substantial black rubber. That was before I noticed the inside. There were two dildoes built into the interior of the panties. Clearly one was an anal plug, the other for my pussy. I shuddered as I pulled the tight rubber over my legs. God, it was tight. It took me awhile before I could adjust it properly. Only by fully inserting the two knobs would they fit correctly. I felt like I was going to cum, but feared the consequences if I did that without permission.
Stiffly, I walked into the other room.
Again, I had to consent to Susan's inspection. She spent a good deal of time rubbing the chain across my nipples, and rolling and pinching them between her fingers. Then she put her hands over my pussy and starting pushing the dildo in even deeper, while her own crotch pushed hard against my ass. I could tell she was getting aroused.
We're going to take a little break, now, Gina, said Pauline. Susan needs some relief from all her hard work. She grinned a bit as she said this and I was unsure what she meant, but then the two of them led me into the back room. There was a table there fitted with restraints. They laid me on my back, and quickly secured me, spread-eagled, on the table. I could feel the anal plug in my moist ass, and squirmed a bit to try to move it around. The feeling was incredible.
Then Susan, without any preliminary, pulled her dress up over her head and off. She was nude underneath. She climbed up on the table, straddled my head, and placed her pussy firmly on my mouth and began to grind my lips with her soft, wet flesh. I had no choice but to lick.
While I ate her out, I could hear Pauline moving around in the other room, and a few minutes later she came and joined us. I was a bit disappointed to feel her pulling the marvelous panties off of me, shucking them down far enough to open my pussy for her tongue. She licked me the way I was licking Susan, hard and rough, and I was building to a monumental climax.
But she stopped short of that, and I whimpered in agony.
Then Susan raised her self away, and I saw Pauline move up onto the table. Attached to her waste was the largest strap-on cock I have ever seen, and I pleaded with her that I would never be able to take it. But she just grinned wickedly and nodded to Susan, who reached down and helped guide the monster into my hole.
It felt like my cunt was being turned inside out, and I came twice before she got the entire length in. It was 12 inches long and fully 4 inches around, more like getting fisted than fucked. In the coming weeks and months, often with Susan's assistance, I was to learn to know this strap-on well.