by Lauren Chase
Naughty by Nature
Chrissy sighed, twirling a curl of bright red hair around her index finger as she leaned on the counter. The small boutique shop where she worked was empty, closed in anticipation of a special client the owner had told her to wait for. Normally she liked catering to special clients – it was a lot more fun without all the other customers running around, and she could watch them getting hot and bothered as she showed off the lingerie – usually using her own body as a model. She couldn’t afford even a thong from the boutique on her paycheck, so she loved any chance she got to wear it and show off her gorgeous figure.
Finally through the sheer curtains she spotted a silver haired man in a designer suit striding towards the store. Quickly she straightened, tugging her work blouse down and making sure it was neatly tucked into the short, pleated black skirt that was part of the uniform. It barely covered the lace tops of her black thigh high stockings, held in place by a garter belt. She reached the door just before the man did, swinging it open with a smile before he could reach for the bell.
“Mr. Gregory Dean?” She asked politely, offering her hand. “I’m Chrissy, and I’ll be assisting you today with anything you desire.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Chrissy. Call me Greg.” He shook her hand, holding on for perhaps a second too long as his eyes travelled over her youthful body, resting briefly on her perky, pale breasts that pressed against the neckline of her blouse as if about to spill out. She led him inside, showing him to a plush leather chair outside the single dressing room.
“Champagne, Greg?” She practically purred his name, her voice low and sultry.
“Please.” She went to the back room, unbuttoning another button on her blouse and adjusting it to make the most of her cleavage before she grabbed the champagne that had been chilling and a glass. She took it out to him, setting the flute on the table and bending over as she poured, knowing that he was getting a great view down her shirt. Chrissy knew she was sexy, and one thing she liked even better than trying on expensive lingerie was the attention she got from the clients.
“So what kind of lingerie were you looking for today?” She settled into her best store keeper mode, perching on a stool near him. She crossed her legs, letting her skirt fall so he got a clear view of her long, stocking clad leg, and the pale skin of her thigh above the lace top.
“It’s my anniversary soon, so I wanted to find something nice for my wife. Maybe one or two different things. I think she likes blue. And light purple.” As he spoke his eyes lingered on her leg, slowly working his way up her body to her tits.
“Oh, we have several things I can show you that I’m sure she would like. Do you know what size she is?” He looked at her blankly and she laughed, sliding off her stool. Reaching for his hands, she brought them up to slip inside the loose open collar of her shirt, cupping her breasts. “About my size?” She asked softly. He nodded.
“Yes ah… about that size.” She nodded and let his hands go, smiling to herself as she moved among the racks of the store, pulling down several different sets of bras and panties, corsets, garter belts, and negligees. She hung them up on the hooks outside the dressing room.
“Would you like me to model them for you? They never look the same on the hanger.” She held one of the hangers up on front of herself, hip cocked to the side as she waited for an answer, her grey-blue eyes locked on his. He nodded.
“Of course, I want to make sure I make the right decision.” He shifted, subtly adjusting himself and she couldn’t help but let her smile grow as she whisked into the dressing room, leaving the curtain cracked just enough that he could see a sliver of her as she changed. Her last boyfriend had called her a teasing bitch, always working people up but never giving up the goods. Really, Chrissy didn’t mind that. It was just too much fun to watch them leave frustrated.
She shimmied out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She unclasped her bra with practiced fingers, replacing it with the pale blue demi bra she’d pulled off the rack. It pushed her breasts up, the half cup flashing just a hint of her dark pink areola. It went with a silk thong that she slid up her legs, leaving her garter belt and stockings in place. Though it wasn’t a color she would have normally picked for herself, the icy blue still looked stunning against her alabaster pale skin. She swept the curtain aside and shook out her mane of red curls, eyes hooded as she watched Greg’s reaction. The rich client stared at her for a moment, smiling appreciatively.
“Oh, I like that one quite a lot.” She did a slow turn, looking over his shoulder to see him watching her body hungrily. “A darker color though, I think.”
“Let me show you one of my favorites.” She tugged a set from the back of the rack and ducked back into the dressing room, again only closing the curtain part way. She stripped, spending her time hanging it back on the little hanger so he had a good long time to watch her creamy ass dressed only in the garter belt. Then she laced herself into a corset, black lace over dark purple silk. It came up to just under her bust, and a matching bra held her breasts perched proudly above it. Barely-there purple silk and black lace panties finished the set, but she took a little while to look at herself in the mirror, pretending to make sure everything was in its proper place to draw out the anticipation.
Finally she turned back through the curtain, posing so he could take a look at the goods. “Is this more what you had in mind?” He stared at her pensively for a long time, and then leaned back in the leather chair, the bulge in his slacks blatantly prominent now.
“Close, but I think I need to see a few more things.”
She giggled and nodded. “Of course Greg, whatever you would like.”
Chrissy tried on a few more things, modeling each to him and pretending not to notice his growing arousal and restlessness. Finally he told her he had seen enough. She changed back into her work clothes, but when she pulled back the curtain she almost ran into his chest. One of his hands reached around her and grabbed her ass in a tight grip.
“I’m still not sure which set is best. You could… help me decide.” He grabbed her hand, pressing it over the bulge in his slacks. She pulled away, pressing her hands against his chest.
“Sir, I’m working right now!” She said in mock indignation, pulling away from him and dodging back behind the counter. He followed her, but stayed on the opposite side of the counter.
“Right, and I bet you’re just not that kind of girl.” He growled. Leaning over the counter he grabbed the front of her blouse, and she heard the pop of buttons breaking off as he pulled her forward. He tucked something down into her cleavage and then stepped back. “I know you want this commission and I could be a very loyal customer but I need to think about it. Bring the best ones and come by my house tomorrow so I can get a second opinion.” He turned and stalked away. With trembling hands she pulled the note out from between her breasts. It was simply a folded piece of paper with an address, and a couple of hundred dollar bills.
The next morning when she came in to the shop, one of the other girls was behind the counter. She looked surprised when Chrissy walked in the door.
“Oh Chrissy, the boss called me in to cover your shift. He said a client was expecting a visit from you at two this afternoon.” Chrissy hesitated, then nodded.
“Yeah, I just stopped in to grab the things he wanted to see.” She collected a few of the things she’d shown Greg the day before, and two others that had just come in. Packing them carefully away in a garment bag she waved good bye to the other shop girl and went back out to her car, pulling the address from her pocket. She had just enough time to have lunch, freshen up, and still make it on time.
The neighborhood the address took her to was splendid. The street was lined with huge trees, and every entrance was guarded by massive gates that gave glimpses of long drive ways and lush gardens, like miniature palaces. She pulled up to the gate that matched the number on the address and rolled down her window to press the button on the intercom. There was a
brief pause, then a buzzer sounded and the gate slowly swung open. Her beater of a car rattled as it rolled up the smooth paved drive and she parked, staring up at the huge white trimmed brick mansion.
Taking a deep breath she got out of the car and collected the garment bag from the back seat, adjusting her work uniform. She left it buttoned a little higher, wondering if she’d be showing the outfits to both Greg and his wife. It seemed odd that he would get her opinion on what was supposed to be a gift. She walked up the stairs to the wide, wrap around porch and pressed the bell next to the heavy wooden doors. Chrissy was startled when Greg opened the door himself with a warm smile. She’d half expected to be invited in by a servant.
“Chrissy, I’m glad you made it. Did you bring everything?”
She flashed a bright smile back as him despite the nervous butterflies in her stomach. “I brought the ones you said were your favorites, as well as a couple of new things we got in just this morning that I thought you might like to take a look at.”
“Perfect, come right this way. I have a few friends over to give me their opinions, I hope you don’t mind.” He put a hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the back of the house, then down a stair way.
“I don’t mind at all.” She assured him weakly.
“Good. Now we’ll be down in the basement in case my wife comes home early. Don’t want her catching on to her gift!” His voice was jovial, but Chrissy couldn’t help but feel like he’d said something sinister as she continued ahead of him down the stairs. As she went through the door at the bottom of the stair she had a split second to see her boss and two other men she recognized briefly before a damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose and Greg grabbed her arms from behind. She gasped, inhaling deeply, but before she could even struggle her vision went black.
The first thing she noticed as she began to come back to awareness was that she couldn’t move. She opened her eyes slowly, listening to the soft scrape and chime of metal as she tugged against the rough leather that bound her hands and ankles tightly to the legs of the table she was bent over. Her head was resting on something that tilted her face up, so she was looking straight ahead. A cool breeze brushed over her body and she realized that she was very much naked. Her body grew warm as she realized that she was naked and helpless, and in front of her stood Greg, naked. Behind him she realized the three other men were also with him, and also naked. She realized where she recognized the other two from. They had been clients at the boutique that she had waited on.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re awake.” Greg patting her head lightly, like he was patting a dog.
“You really think you could get away with being such a cock tease, you fucking slut. Thought I wouldn’t see it?” Anger warred with lust as his eyes raked over her nubile body, bound down for their pleasure. She opened her mouth to protest and he shoved a rubber ring between her teeth, buckling the strap behind her head. Her jaw strained from being forced open but she felt a spurt of dampness running down her thigh.
This was what she wanted all along, she realized. All that teasing, tempting, waiting for a real man to come along and make her pay for it. She whimpered softly as they closed in around her, running their hands of her pale skin. She felt someone standing behind her but couldn’t turn her head to see, could only try and push her ass back into the rough hands that grabbed and squeezed her cheeks.
“We’ll make sure you’ve learned your lesson before we let you leave.” Greg’s voice came from behind her. Then with a sharp crack his hand came down hard on the soft skin of her ass, leaving a bright red hand print. Her body tensed at the sudden stinging pain of the hard spank but she couldn’t move at all to avoid it. Then the blows came hard and fast and she wasn’t sure how many hands were hitting her, pinching and smacking until suddenly her body shuddered, juices running down her legs as she closed her eyes and trembled at the strength of the orgasm that convulsed her body. The men around her laughed, and Greg came around in front of her, burying his hand in her long, curly red hair. He pulled hard and she tried to tilt her head back to relieve the pressure but couldn’t because of her position.
His throbbing hard shaft pressed into her mouth held open by the ring gag. Though she couldn’t properly suck him, she ran her tongue over every bit of skin she could reach, savoring the musk and the salty bitter taste of the pre that quickly coated her mouth and throat. Keeping a good grip on her hair he fucked her throat, grunting and groaning as the harsh treatment drew a moan from her that vibrated up his cock shaft. Something hard, smooth, and slick suddenly rubbed down her ass crack, pressing against her tight pucker. She tried to squirm but could hardly move because of the restraints. They rubbed the thing slowly around across her sensitive skin, slicking the lubricant all over her ass until finally she was trying to raise her ass up to meet them, whimpering around the meat in her mouth with eagerness and need.
Then it began to press in and her eyes rolled back. Her boss didn’t stop fucking her face, reaching over her to smack her ass hard as the cool metal plug was pushed past her tight ring at just the right angle so it rubbed her G-spot through her thin inner walls.
“Taking it like a champ, pretty slut. Bet this isn’t the first time you’ve had something in your ass. You were practically begging for it.” Greg sneered, pressing the button on the remote that brought the plug to life. She gasped and groaned, noises muffled as her throat was brutally fucked. The vibrations were so strong that Chrissy could feel them all the up her body, and would have sworn that the man in her mouth was be able to feel it too. Either way, after a few more moments he shoved his shaft deep down her throat, pressing her nose hard into the coarse, musky thatch of hair around his base as he emptied his load into her stomach. She couldn’t breathe, and as he held her there she became light headed, the edges of her vision darkening and her body shaking with another orgasm.
He finally pulled out and she coughed, trying to catch her breath. She wasn’t given much of a chance though as one of her former clients came around and shoved his hard cock into her mouth, the ring gag lubed by saliva and cum so he slid in like it was a well lubed pussy. At the same time someone leaned over her and shoved their throbbing shaft into her sopping pussy, so wet from her multiple orgasms. She squealed as she was filled and the man behind her groaned, hips jerking as he drove himself deep into her again and again, his hips slamming into her ass and jostling the plug so it brushed and nudged at different parts of her, still vibrating violently.
“What a fucking amazing pussy. I can feel the plug making her so tight, and feel the vibrations. This slut’s like the best damn sex toy ever.” The man behind her grunted. Greg made some noise of agreement but she couldn’t see what he was doing, her view completely taken over by the groaning man in front of her who had both of his hands in her hair and was hammering his dick into her throat. Her jaw ached in the most delicious way and she knew her throat would be sore later when the soothing layers of seed and pre had been swallowed down. But right now it was bliss, the most mind blowing thing she’d never even dared to fantasize about.
The two men used her body like it was their property, grabbing and smacking until her ass glowed red from the rough attention. Another orgasm shuddered through her and she went limp, unable to even try to push back against them anymore. With a groan the man behind her dumped his load into her clenching busy, collapsing across her back. A moment later the one in front of her dumped another load down her throat, hands tightening painfully in her hair as he fed her his cream.
They pulled out and she whimpered softly at the empty feeling, unable to make more sound than that. Hands loosened the strap that held the gag in and pulled the ring out from between her teeth. She let her jaw relax with a soft murmur of relief. At some points her eyes had closed, and she didn’t bother to open them as the vibrator was turned off, simply reveling in the boneless, relaxed feeling that overwhelmed her. There was a slight tugging at first one ankle, then the other, then her wrists. She foun
d her limbs able to relax, no longer held spread.
She wasn’t given long to rest though; soon a hand grabbed the collar she hadn’t realized she was wearing. Hauled off the table she stumbled and fell, her legs unable to support herself. Chrissy scrambled to get to her hands and knees as she was dragged, crawling to save herself from being pulled across the floor like a dead weight. She was pushed down to the rug in front of a plush couch, and as she let her eyes slowly travel up, she was Greg sitting in front of her, his legs spread and his hand idly stroking his raging hard shaft. Her eyes widened. His was easily the largest cock she’d ever seen, and Chrissy was certainly seen plenty in her life. Right on the heels of this realization came the knowledge that she wanted it inside her. Badly.
“Turn around.” He snapped. Meekly she turned, still on all fours, presenting her ass to him. She flinched, inspecting a slap, then sighed softly when his hands rubbed soothingly over the abused flesh. She peered up through her eyelashes at the other men standing around her, seeing their cocks still at half-mast and growing as she watched. She heard Greg shift on the couch behind her and turned her head to look. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face down into the rug.
“Don’t look up unless I tell you to, slut.” He snarled. His fingers dug into her ass, curling around the base of the plug. Slowly he drew it out and she couldn’t keep from moaning as she was left completely empty. She wiggled her rump a little, wishing she still felt so full. He laughed and let go of her head, patting her rump lightly. She heard the couch sigh as he settled back into his seat. “Stand up.”
She stood slowly, her knees trembling and her legs barely feeling ready to hold her up. Hands guided her back until her calves hit the couch and pulled her down until she felt the head of his fat cock rubbing against her back entrance. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he thrust into her, ruthless drawing her hips down until she was sitting in his lap, impaled on his hard rod. Her other two former clients grabbed her legs and pulled them up off the ground, displaying her lewdly as Greg slowly pumped in and out of her stretched ass. He bit her shoulder and she couldn’t hold back anymore, crying out as he triggered another orgasm to ripple through her body.