“Why does it look so good on Beau then?” Cally asks.
“It's not how I look, it's how I feel,” I reply.
“Just polo shirts or short sleeved shirts,” I say.
“Okay, no long sleeves,” she replies with a wink.
We begin to find a few items that I'm quite pleased with. This shopping thing can be quite enjoyable, but I can feel my legs starting to get restless. I think this is a man thing. We are okay for a couple of hours, and then we have definitely had enough.
“Pants or shoes next,” Cally asks.
“Shoes, then I can sit down,” I reply, exhausted.
“Geez, you men are such lightweights when it comes to shopping,” she says.
“We are not built the same, you are from Venus. I’m from Mars,” I reply laughing.
“Shorts, sit down, I'll get them,” Cally says.
“Okay. I'll just rest my feet,” I say as I sit.
“What size, ooh, definitely large!” Cally says with a wink.
Cally vanishes again and comes back with a basket full of shorts. I frown.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask.
“I'm am in heaven, spending other people’s money, what could be better?” she says.
“Point taken,” I reply. Fuck she looks so good.
We finally head off to the shoe shop, and I busily look at the boots.
“Is that all you wear… boots?”
“I like boots, and I do ride a bike, Cally!”
“Live a little, have something a bit more natural, and it will do your feet good,” Cally says.
Cally chooses a few pairs of running shoes, I finally succumb to her wishes and choose a couple of pairs.
We exit the shoe shop. I hate to count the bags we have so far. Cally has spent a small fortune, and we have not even looked at pants yet.
We go into the next shop. There are not many customers, so the atmosphere is more relaxed than fighting against the bustling crowds. Cally comes in with an armful of pants for me to try.
I head into the change room. I pull on the new pair of pants and open the door.
“Well, what do you think?” I ask.
“They look okay, but there is something wrong,” she replies.
Cally walks to me and pushes her hand against my chest. I step back into the changing room. She locks the door and looks seductively into my eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“The pants are okay, but how do they feel when you're hard?” she asks.
Cally rubs my crotch with her hand. I can feel my manhood begin to stir. I watch as she removes her sweater.
Fuck!
Her heaving bosoms push forward, the dark-purple bra contrasts with her pale skin. My cock begins to grow as Cally slips from her skirt. Her matching panties pulled tightly against the folds of her pussy.
“They do feel tight,” I say, grinning wildly at her ingenuity.
Cally leans against the changing room door. I step closer and caress her soft skin. She slips off her bra, and I slide my hand inside her panties.
“You planned this all along,” I say.
Cally giggles, “Maybe,” she says. “And it’s Tuesday!”
I push my hand lower; her pussy begins to throb as her juices flow. I slide my finger between the soft petals of her wetness. God she’s too much.
Cally sighs and moans quietly under my touch. She pulls at the zipper and slides her hand inside. She fumbles with the elastic on my shorts. She pulls my semi-erect cock from the store pants and begins to stroke me.
The elastic of Cally’s panties pushes my hand hard against her velvety skin. I drive myself harder inside. Cally tightens her grip on my cock and quickly begins to stroke me faster and harder. Fuck it’s good.
Her pussy is soaking wet, and her juices flow through my probing fingers.
“Fuck me quick,” Cally murmurs.
I remove my hand and pull her panties to one side. I step closer, and she guides her cock in her soaked cunt. I push my hips forward. My manhood slides like butter into her sex. Her muscles grip me as I drive my hips forward.
Cally raises her leg, and I hold it firmly against my thigh, the elastic of her panties rubbing against my hard shaft. I put my lips on hers, and our tongues dance the dance of passion. I brush the hair from her face and place my hand on her cheek.
My hardness is relentless, thrusting harder and faster. Cally pulls on the pants, and my cock pushes harder... deeper, now. The zipper rubs my shaft sending spasms of pleasure through my solid arousal.
“Quick Ty, fuck me harder,” Cally murmurs quietly.
My hips rock and the changing room door begins to knock against the frame. We start to giggle. The sound getting louder as my thrusting reaches fever pitch. I can feel I'm close to the point I'll not be able to hold myself.
“Cally, I'm going to cum soon,” I whisper.
“Me too. Just fuck me faster, Teaser Tuesday,” she replies.
Cally’s firm breasts push into my chest. I can feel her budded nipples as they push against me. Cally lifts her other leg and wraps them both around my waist. I thrust harder and I can feel spasms of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Cally, I'm close, so fucking close,” I say.
“Ty, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum, I can’t hold it,” she squeals.
I can feel the muscles in her pussy clenching at my hard cock. Her body drawing the seed from my loins.
“Ty, it's here, I'm cumming,” she screams out.
Cally’s hips rock against my body, she writhes around my waist as my body finally releases me. The hot spurts flow from my hard cock as I cum fast in the depths of her arousal.
Cally slumps against my body as she lowers her legs to the floor. She rests against the change room door as she regains her breath. I pop open and slip off the pants from the store. Small cum stains are spotted on the pants. Cally was right; they are too small when I have a full erection!
I fold the pants and place them back on the hanger. I feel embarrassed to hand them back to the shop staff.
“You have any perfume?” I ask Cally.
“Yes,” she replies.
“Spray some once you're dressed, it smells of us in here.”
Cally finally gets dressed, she sprays her perfume, and the scent of our lovemaking finally disappears. Cally carefully opens the change room door. She pops her head back inside.
“Shit, the shop is full of people,” she says.
“How embarrassing, surely they will know?” I say.
“Just keep your head down and walk, grab the bags and keep walking,” she says.
“You sound like you're talking from experience?”
“No, I have just been in embarrassing situations before,” she replies whispering as if we are on a stealth mission.
We open the door. I grab all the pants and hold them in one hand.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
“Yes, go!” I reply.
Cally heads from the changing rooms and grabs some of the bags. I can see the shop girl looking confused. She looks at Cally and then at me. I thrust the pants into her grasp.
“They are all too small,” I say.
I bend down and pick up the remaining shopping bags. I quickly follow Cally from the store.
We move fast, away from the shop and burst into fits of laughter.
“Oh, fuck that was fun!” she says.
“It was fun, and not as dangerous as being kidnapped by a Chinese guy,” I say laughing.
“We still have to get you some pants!” she says.
“At least we know what size fits me now,” I say grinning. “I’m kinda enjoying shopping now!”
“It’s great with two women as well,” she says with a sly wink.
“Really… is it?”
“Aha!”
“Shopping is for everyone, unless you’re a man.”
Cally
“Fuck I love reading.”
I opened my book to Chapter One: Th
e Party. I had to see what was going to happen. Ty was having a day of organizing his Kisses stuff. I was exhausted from the past week. Working and fucking. I flip to the first chapter…
“… I feel blinded by the idea.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into actually doing this,” I say to Laura as we’re approaching the house where a party is supposedly being held.
She spent the whole afternoon chatting with Jason over the phone and he gave us the address.
Judging by how Laura moaned throughout the conversation, he gave her a few orgasms as well.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Sure, you might end up deflowered by a hunk, but you’ll both be happy, so let’s call that a net gain for the society, shall we?” Laura says in her typical, confident tone as she’s leading me by the hand.
She seems completely unaware of all the dangers we’re getting ourselves into. As tempting as the prospect of free booze and drugs might seem, we’re about to enter a group of horny guys and get wasted –who knows what might happen next.
We’re already at the door and Laura rings the bell. I hear muffled bass coming from the inside and, as soon as the door opens, a thunderclap of music sweeps over me. The sounds are coming in endless waves and completely blurring the whole place. I open my mouth to protest but no words are coming out. My brain is reverberating and my entire body is responding to the music. I simply can’t muster the strength to object to any of this.
I look at Laura but she has the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. The guy who opened the door wasn’t Jason, but one of his pals that high-fived him on the beach. Nevertheless, Laura’s hand is already on his crotch and her tongue in his mouth. She hangs around his neck as he almost drags her inside and I follow.
The dim lights inside barely cut through the heavy smoke and I can’t even see where I’m going. The centerpiece of the room is a huge mahogany counter with a vertical metal rod, and there’s already a naked girl dancing around it. There are couches all over the place and people are making out. I sit on one of the couches, where a seemingly friendly guy is already sitting. He has long, dark hair and a three-day stubble on his face. Other than that, he seems friendly enough. I hope he doesn’t take me too hard.
He offers me a red cup filled with some mysterious liquid, I take it and drink a bit; it’s just beer. I glance at the guy but he seems completely disinterested in me, his arms spread across the top of the couch, his head thrown back and his eyes examining the ceiling. I drink some more and let myself sink into the couch. The music is still pounding my senses and I feel all worries disappearing from my mind.
I snap out of my thoughts and realize the guy next to me has come to from his reverie, and is looking at me. In fact, he’s smiling and seems ready to lean in for a kiss. His arm drops down from the top of the couch and then around my shoulder. I feel the strength in his forearms and this makes me comfortable in his manly domain. He pulls me in closer, but instead of lowering his head for a kiss, he puts my head on his chest and lets it sit there. With the cup now awkwardly dangling from my hands, I place it on the floor and put my hands on his knees. Well, this isn’t all too bad.
My eyes move toward the only thing visible in the room –the girl dancing on the counter. She’s blonde with amazing legs and perky breasts and I can see that she’s got experience with this kind of thing. Her hips are swaying seductively in all sorts of ways, and she’s carefully stepping across the counter. There’s some real talent in this kind of dancing.
Just as I am thinking this, I feel a cold touch of metal around my right wrist and hear a faint, “click.” I look up just in time to see the guy I am sitting next to handcuffing me. I open my mouth to say something, but he grabs my other hand and, before I know it, I’m handcuffed with my arms behind my back. I feel a surge of panic as I try to wriggle free but the metal is unyielding. I arch my back and try to slip out of handcuffs, but nothing I do is helping. Meanwhile, the guy is looking at me curiously and seems to enjoy my struggle. Shit!
He puts his hand under my chin and lifts it up so our eyes are locked. Right now, I am completely helpless and he can do with me whatever he wants. I’m panting in fear but he is completely calm. He places his other hand on my belly and it slowly starts traveling downwards. I feel his fingers unzipping my shorts and entering my panties. Lower and lower, his fingers explore my pubic area and they finally reach my pussy. He wastes no time and dips in two of his fingers inside me. I unwittingly let out a moan and he smiles, thrusting his fingers even further inside me in a slow rhythm. God… yes.
I feel a warmth spreading all over me as my body starts moving together with his fingers. I feel completely out of control, but the fear is gone. Now that I no longer have an obligation to control my body to the tiniest detail, it’s moving together with the man I’m sitting next to and responding to his every intention. Now I understand what Laura was talking about when she described her sexual adventures –now I too feel lust. It’s the subdued primal power that’s meant to be driving us but we keep it locked away, according to my psychology reading. Um, and now I’ve started to feel its full potential. This thought lasts only a brief moment inside my mind until it’s completely swept away. Oh, by another wave of ecstasy as the man’s fingers penetrate me and prepare me for what’s to come.
All of a sudden, the music tones down and I have enough freedom to look down. The man pulls his fingers out of me but keeps his hand in my panties. I feel a dash of emptiness as my pussy craves for more action, more excitement; more manly energy. I gasp for breath and notice the stripper is stepping down from the counter. Now, another girl is about to climb up on it. She’s wearing black stockings and a black garter belt. Other than that, she’s completely bare. I finally get a good look at her face… it’s Laura! She too is handcuffed behind her back and she’s wearing a collar, with a black leash carried by a naked man in front of her.
A stepladder is already there and the man carefully leads her on top of the counter. Laura steps on the counter and patiently waits as the man handcuffs her to the rod. I can see that it’s Jason and he’s well hung. Oh. My. God. Laura is standing still as Jason gestures for something and someone throws him a bottle of lube. He opens it and pours the entire thing over Laura’s breasts. The silky streams of lube race down Laura’s body, soaking her lingerie and joining at her pussy and again splitting as they go down her legs. Laura arches her back and smiles as Jason fondles her pussy and bites her ear in want for her. It’s totally hot.
Jason is already hard and his erection is pulsing with raw power, the urge to dominate and destroy. He pushes Laura on her knees and she readily obliges. Her red, pouty lips are inviting and Jason grabs the metal rod with one hand while grabbing Laura by the hair and pushing his cock down her throat. At first, Laura struggles to take him completely but then she adjusts and opens her mouth as wide as she can. Jason thrusts in and out, in and out, before finally pulling out. His cock is richly coated with Laura’s saliva and I see her slobber and cough as her head falls down. She’s about to collapse on the counter from the pleasure, but the handcuffs keep her sitting upright.
Throughout this entire event, a guy is filming with a camcorder. He seems unfazed by the explicit nature of the scene and expertly navigates around the counter, going all the way in for a closeup. Jason pulls Laura’s leash and she stands up. She regains her composure and is defiantly looking at Jason, who seems to enjoy breaking her resistance. Jason starts fondling his cock and pushes its monstrous head right next to Laura’s soaked, lubed pussy. I watch as Jason’s cock slowly pushes inside Laura little by little, and she can’t move, resist or escape. Then, Jason pulls out completely and again pushes inside Laura, this time even deeper.
Balls deep inside Laura, she throws her head back and grabs the metal rod, trying to keep her balance. Jason stays inside her for a few moments and then starts pulling out, with Laura showing visible relief once that happens. But, then suddenly he’s back inside her, this time penetrating her in a single rap
id thrust and she moans as the tip of his cock connects with the essence of her being. I can see her legs shaking but then I too feel something familiar –the guy next to me has again started fucking me with his fingers. He pulls my shorts and panties off and down. I am bare, now.
I close my eyes but can’t stop myself from enjoying what’s happening. I hear Laura’s moans from the counter and moans coming from my mouth and the two seem to be in sync. I feel my juices running all over the guy’s fingers, making his entry much easier and my pleasure that much greater. Then, he pulls down my panties, takes me by the hips and puts me on his knees. We’re face to face and, although my hands are still handcuffed behind my back and I am completely open to this stranger, I don’t mind at all. I feel the throbbing erection underneath his pants and just want to bring my pussy as close to it as possible. I feel the urge to grab it with my pussy, and smother it with gentleness and rob it of its raw, masculine power.
He holds me firmly in place by my hips as I’m gyrating, with the sexual energy filling me from head to toe. I’m kissing him on the lips, on his nose, cheeks and forehead, but I don’t care… I just want to arouse him the same way he’s arousing me. He squeezes my hips, as if he wants to test my strength and ensure I can handle him. I feel as if though I’m being examined by a real man; someone who’s handled countless women and now it’s my turn to impress him.
My pussy is soaking wet and I am spreading my juices all over the guy’s crotch. At one point, I accidentally lean forward too far and my pussy brushes against his bulging cock. It reacts to my pussy and I can feel the manly power hiding behind this thin layer of clothing. I lean back and swing forward once more, intent on drawing this cock out of its hiding place. I do this again and again, with the cock reacting to me more and more like a magnet.
Before the guy can even realize what’s happening, I’ve taken the reins and imposed my own rhythm. The guy moans and growls, finally realizing what I’ve done. Even though I’m handcuffed, I can still run this show, I think to myself smiling.
He grabs me by the hair and brings my smiling face all the way up to his. I gasp for air, not knowing what to expect. Finally, he brings up a collar, snaps it around my neck and leashes it, the same way I saw Laura’s. He whispers into my ear, “Now it’s your turn.”
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