by T West
“Madam, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but the store has closed. We need you to finish up and leave.” The male voice was filled with the artificial kindness that salespeople adopted with clients. Nikki used to use it herself. The voice was deep and with just the hint of an accent. “Madam?” came the voice again when Nikki didn’t respond.
“Could you please give me a few more minutes. I have a really important day at work tomorrow and really need something new. I promise it will be ten minutes, tops.” There was silence outside the door for a moment.
“It’s store policy.”
“Let me talk to the manager, I’m sure he’d let me stay just a few more minutes.” Nikki pleaded, starting to change into outfit number four. There were only two left to be tried on, after which she would be able to get out of the store.
The voice lost the air of kindness it had contained until that point. “I am the manager. My name is Mr Braddock. And the store has closed. My clerks are in the process of shutting down the registers and doing the final inventory. In a few minutes you won’t be able to make any purchases anyway.”
Nikki struggled into the shirt, her ire rising. “Come on, please?” she said. “I could really use the break.”
The feet outside the door shuffled. Nikki could hear the noise of the shoes on the floor. “Fine. You have until I get back from my rounds. Make sure you are ready to go and I’ll check you out myself.”
“Thank you.”
The manager walked away leaving Nikki alone once again. She pulled on the final suit and was glad she did. The fawn suit jacket and light blue dress shirt accented her body perfectly. The trousers pulled in all the right places and had the bonus quality of being comfortable. The shirt lit up her eyes and the jacket looked good buttoned and unbuttoned. This was the one. She couldn’t stop looking at her reflection, enjoying the view. She could just hear the vacuum running in the store, and remembered that the manager would be back sometime soon. If she wanted this suit, she needed to hold up her end of the deal and be ready to go by the time the man came back.
She began the process of undressing and hanging it up neatly. She wasn’t sure if she would have time to wash it before work so she needed to keep it wrinkle free. She was so intent on her task that she dropped the jacket when knuckles met the door in a commanding knock.
“Time’s up.” The manager said.
“One minute and I’ll be dressed.” She reached for her clothes, feeling the air conditioning blowing on her bare back. She just needed to change out of the store’s trousers, back into her own and get her shirt on. She heard a jingle of keys, but didn’t think anything of it until the dressing room door flew open.
Nikki whirled around, clutching her shirt to her chest, the store trousers sliding down her hips, partially undone. Mr Braddock filled the door, arms crossed against his broad chest.
A hint of a frown was on his lips as his eyes scanned Nikki from the top of her head to her toes.
With her breasts threatening to spill out from under her bra, Nikki started to feel very self conscious, her recent confidence of her own self image suddenly shattered now that she was half naked. Braddock cocked his head and stared straight at her. Her heart pounded as the man leered at her.
She stayed still, glued to the spot, waiting to see what the manager’s next move would be. Braddock glanced around the small changing room and sniffed. He had caught a whiff of something. Something he seemed to like. A lot.
Nikki gasped as Braddock clutched her around the waist, grabbed a handful of her hair and flung her, belly-down on the changing room chair.
“Wait! What the fuck?!” Nikki wailed, battling and hammering at the manager’s hands, but it was no use, he was far too powerful.
Braddock wasn't listening. He ripped off the store trousers that were around her thighs and flung them to the floor. Now just in her thong, bra and socks, Nikki’s pert ass cheeks were clearly visible.
Without saying a word, Braddock began caressing her ass. He was doing it in a gradual, deliberate fashion, pushing in continuous motions. She got the impression this wasn’t his first time. He seemed very good at it. She made tiny sighs and yelps. He spotted moisture leaking from between her legs. Her arousal roaring from deep within, Nikki felt her clit throb from under her thong.
She was visibly shaking and trembling. She felt the manager’s big hands on her thong, and he tore it off as if it was made out of tissue. The feel of his hands over her smooth cheeks made her squirm. The man wasn’t done yet.
Braddock said in a deep, mean voice, “Now... let's really get this party popping!”
Nikki buried her face in the soft seat cushion of the chair, trying to process what was happening. But she couldn’t deny how aroused she was, and nor did she want to. Her pussy throbbed and ached with desire. She looked back at the man, towering over her in the small room. Part of her had given up, part of her had surrendered. Part of her wanted this to happen. Braddock unzipped his black slacks, and reached inside. Nikki knew what was expected of her. It was time to get freaky.
Nikki sat back in the chair, facing the big man. Before her was an incredible sight, one that she hadn’t banked on seeing that day. Here was a total hunk, a massively big, treacherously powerful man that could probably rip her tender body of tissue and bone to chunks with little effort, if he wanted to. She decided she’d better do what the man wanted.
Braddock clutched her, lifted her up and pulled her closer. She was squished in his muscular arms, feeling lightweight compared to his significant mass. However, there was definitely something about feeling so small that was enticing instead of scary. Captive in his arms there was the vow of security and stability - presuming he didn't squeeze the life out of her. The top button of Braddock’s work shirt was unbuttoned, and as Nikki moved against his barrel chest, she was smitten by the gentleness of his touch and the musky scent that emanated from him. It truly was a tempting and terrific scent, a larger-than-life experience of sexy manliness.
Standing tall, Nikki’s head came up to the level of Braddock's chest and for a reason she couldn’t place, she started to rub her face and head over his muscular pecs. From within the beefy chest she listened to a large heart pounding, its rhythmic thumping offering a melodic consistent beat that put her into a trance-like state.
Lost in the moment, she felt his heavy hand push down on the top of her head. The manager’s cock and balls were out, swaying free. It was ridiculously big, and very thick. Slightly apprehensively, Nikki’s tongue lapped over the head as she took as much of the gigantic cock into her mouth as she could. Braddock held her hair in his large hands, and directed her further onto his cock. He smacked her ass with one massive, wide palm, encouraging her to do it, and do it well.
Looking up into the manager’s eyes, her cheeks went a deep red and she moved her tongue alongside the vein on the bottom of the shaft. Next, her tongue lapped over his mighty balls and the root of his cock. She sucked hard on the balls as he moaned in gratification. She raised her head to get her lips back on the tip, Braddock moving her head up and down by her hair as she suckled intensely.
Just as the first trickle of pre-cum oozed into Nikki’s mouth, he shoved her off him. She gazed up at him, as he towered above her ominously.
He reached down and gripped both cheeks of her fleshy ass, stopping her from going anywhere. He started to rub her smooth flesh like he was a professional masseuse, before he smacked a hand down dominantly on her ample orbs.
With her flesh stinging and still on her hands and knees, Nikki arched her lower back as she raised her ass. She was obviously aroused, as her fingers fondled her erect nipples. Her love-juice trickled down her legs and she sighed deeply. But for each sigh she made, her ass received a hard spank. The manager unrelentingly smacked her bare butt. She groaned and wriggled before him, her ass coated in bright red finger-prints.
The manager flipped her around so that her ass was facing him. He crouched down and reached his hand forward. His finger
darted out and found her tight pussy from the back. Nikki was getting fingered whilst on all fours in a department store. But she couldn’t deny that it was a great feeling, and she could no longer fight it, and nor did she want to. She widened her thighs as she curved her back more, Braddock's digit serpentine, flicking and exploring her aching hole.
The expert touch of his firm finger inside her was having an amazing effect on her. She was almost flooding, her body shuddering.
Nikki’s pleasure was so massive in its magnitude that she had nearly lost the strength to speak. She glanced to the side and watched her reflection in the changing room mirror. She saw Braddock line his cock up with her snatch, as she prepared herself for the punishment she was about to receive. She felt a lustful longing. This was the man of her dreams.
Holding his cock firmly, Braddock swung it around in circular motions, making it stand to full attention.
Nikki was ready and yearning, desperate to be impaled. It was the perfect opportunity for Braddock's huge cock to wedge itself inside. He pressed the head against her pink opening and she sighed, completely willing and hungry.
Inch by inch, the massive cock disappeared as Nikki’s pussy consumed it. Braddock began to thrust. He pounded her with a brutal excitement, his beefy thighs opening her thin legs wider as his thick girth stretched her.
Stuffed full, Nikki couldn't help but run her hand down her stomach to play with her own frustrated clit. She flicked herself delicately whilst the manager slammed her with gusto.
Her moans increased in tempo. They sounded beautifully painful, but he didn’t let up for a second, with no intention of making things easier for her. All the manager cared about was the feel of a tight pussy squeezing his throbbing shaft, as he took great pleasure in nailing the disobedient customer. He was clearly savoring the experience, withdrawing until just the head of his monumental member was inside before pummeling back in, bottoming out.
Nikki couldn’t run from the truth – she wanted Braddock to finish deep inside her, to give her what she’d always wanted. Her hand worked her clit as she watched herself getting pounded in the mirror, hypnotized by the carnal sight.
She couldn’t help but scream as he rammed her, over and over. She was frantically masturbating, working herself and reaching up to rub and caress the base of Braddock's cock.
His cock stayed firmly in her pussy as she fondled the manager’s full sack, letting her fingernails lightly scrape it. The sack was tough and felt meaty, and Nikki knew she could get away with teasing the skin, the feel of a fingernail against his plums making Braddock’s erection rage furiously.
She couldn’t believe this was happening, having this big man slam her while she cradled his balls. She writhed on the huge cock, completely skewered, panting and gasping in ragged bursts.
Braddock lifted his arms up above his head and shouted, “This is what happens after closing-time, bitch!” It was a triumphant yell of success and satisfaction.
Grabbing the ass cheeks in front of him, he continued to spear the young woman on his cock, pumping back and forth. Nikki was a wriggling, groaning fuckdoll. As her hand worked her clit, she began to cum. The sex-smell was everywhere. The walls of her snatch clamped down on the shaft as she came, ruining the carpet with her release.
As Braddock gave another roar of pleasure he let loose a violent blast of cum, a hot cannonball of spunk that pushed Nikki off his shaft. She slid across the floor on her front, and hit the mirror on the other side.
Fatigued and sated, she leaned the side of her face up against the mirror, her hot breath making it steamy as she panted onto it, watching the manager shake his cock and zip up behind her. Braddock gave a hearty laugh.
Catching her breath, she lay there for a good few moments, stunned but not bewildered. She had been successful in making this hunk cum, in satisfying the rampant man and his natural cravings. Standing over her, Braddock looked down at her with a smile, showing his straight white teeth, with a grateful look on his face.
He glanced at the clothes that Nikki had hung up. “Don’t forget to leave some dollar bills on the counter on your way out,” he said, before walking out of the room, wandering off down the corridor and into the depths of the store, his keys jangling in his pocket.
When she came back down to Earth, Nikki carefully got up. She put her clothes back on and brushed herself down, trying to look presentable. She knew that if she were to get pregnant, she would get through this, with or without Braddock. She was a smart girl, and she would find a way to handle it, even if she had to go it alone.
She picked up the store clothes. She was going to need those smart clothes, and the pay rise that they would inevitably bring her.
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Steamy Erotica Story 1
A lot can happen in a week, Emma reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy Mediterranean look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.
Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.
So much had happened since. So much had changed.
Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people, having new adventures. She would never have predicted how big an adventure was awaiting her. Not then, not while she gazed out onto the passing countryside, not even when Scott approached her.
“Excuse me, you’re Emma, right? Is anyone sitting here?”
It took a moment for Emma to come out of her reverie. She gazed up at the smiling man. His wavy hair framed an angular yet soft face. His shoulders were broad and muscular. Even through his T-shirt, she could see that he kept himself in shape. He was pointing to the space on the seat beside her.
“Yes,” she said. “I mean, No.”
Emma paused, putting a hand in front of her eyes in embarrassment. She smiled back at him.
“I mean, yes, I am Emma. And, no, there’s nobody sitting here.”
“Great to meet you, Emma.” He smiled back, extending a hand. “I’m Scott. We’ll be taking the kids climbing together.”
“Oh. Right, Scott. Nice to meet you, too.”
Emma grew up in a family of avid rock climbers, and had spent many of her childhood years scrambling up crags, constantly pushing her body to its limit. When school ended, it only made sense to share her skills and knowledge at the Adventure Camp. After all, her friends were off with their boyfriends, holidaying out of State.
After being confirmed as a camp counselor, she had been introduced to Scott via email. He was twenty-one, two years older than her, and had been a counselor for this camp since he was nineteen as well. She hadn’t seen his picture. All the photos she could find of him were artistic shots that never showed his full face. She had wondered if he was hiding something.
If he was, it certainly wasn’t visible looking at him in person. Her eyes ran over his handsome face, lingering on his defined pecs. Nope, definitely no hideous defects here.
“May I sit down?”
“Sure, yes, sorry.” She smiled and shook her head at herself.
Scott smiled again as he sat.
“Thanks. I just wanted to check in with you before we got to camp. I always wished that somebody had made me feel at ease when I was a newbie. So, you know.”
He is sweet, Emma thought, and she certainly was grateful that she wasn’t by herself anymore.
“Thank you. Yeah, that’d be great.”
She brushed her hair behind an
ear and listened while Scott prattled on about what they would be doing and where the low rated crags were that they’d be taking their first charges to. Most of this information she already knew. Emma was always well prepared and had fired these very questions to the camp administrators as soon as she knew she was selected.
But Scott seemed to have made it his mission to prepare her and she didn’t want to disappoint him. So she let him chat away, her mind focusing to more immediate concerns.
Concerns such as the physically appealing boy that was filling her vision. He really was rather handsome and fit. His tummy was flat and she was certain that she’d be able to count his abs once his shirt came off.
She almost laughed out loud. She’d only just met Scott and already she was thinking of him without his shirt. Maybe this was destiny.
Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.