She stared at the building in front of her, then double checked his last text. Yes, this was the address, along with his message, Be here at 3 pm my girl. This was an incredibly exclusive and she assumed highly expensive lingerie shop. There was no way she could afford a pair of panties here, even if he had let her wear them. She shook her head and walked in the door, wondering exactly what he had in store for her.
The sales clerk smiled easily, and said, “Oh he was right, you are quite lovely.” She blushed. He was the only one who saw her as lovely, beautiful. She was painfully aware of how polished the woman in front of her was, while she stood there in the jeans and sweater she’d been wearing when she got his message.
The clerk smiled again, very kindly, and handed her several intimate garments. “You’ll want to use changing room 3 sweetie. I think you are in for a very interesting afternoon,” the woman actually winked at her, then turned to lead her to the appropriate doorway. She looked down at the items in her hands. A stunning red beaded lace corset. Pale pink lace demi bra and matching panties. Black hold ups. Things she would love to wear on a night out with him. Things he would love to take off her when they got home, if not sooner.
The door shut quietly behind her, and she stopped short, seeing him sitting in a plush armchair in the corner of the oddly spacious changing room. He was sipping a drink, with a wicked smile on his face. She abruptly became aware of soft moans and sighs coming from the walls on either side of the room they were in. There were mirrors on every wall, and hooks set on the walls at every possible height. She suddenly realized this was no ordinary lingerie shop.
“Hello my girl. So glad you arrived promptly. I think I want you to model the bra and panties for me first. Strip slowly, I want to see every inch of you,” he spoke slowly, his voice a low growl that gave her goosebumps and sent a frission of fear and desire through her. She had no clue what he was planning or playing at. But she knew better than to disobey or question him. She removed her clothing slowly, pausing to fold each piece neatly and set them to the side, making no effort to hide herself from him. Under his gaze she always felt beautiful, graceful, and wanted. She did avoid gazing in the mirrors however. How his eyes made her feel and how she saw herself were two entirely different things.
Dressed in the soft lace and silk of the things he had chosen for her, she stood in front of him, her eyes on her toes curling in the plush carpet. She knew he was going to be angry with her for not looking up, but she just couldn’t. There was a mirror positioned right behind his chair, and she couldn’t risk catching sight of herself.
He stood, one large hand cupping her chin and lifting her eyes to his. The stern look of disappointment she was expecting wasn’t there. His smile was gentle, his eyes warm. “Smile my girl. This is all for your pleasure today. You deserve some pretty new things. You deserve my attention and devotion. There are no lessons or punishments today. Just a Sir wanting to spoil his good girl,” his voice a deep comforting rumble. She smiled and moved a step closer, his arms pulling her into his chest.
They stood that way for a few minutes before the noises from the other rooms demanded her attention. Moans, cries, gasps, the sound of a hand spanking soft flesh. She pulled back. “This is no ordinary lingerie shop Sir,” she said mischeviously.
He laughed, making no effort to be quiet. “Don’t worry my girl. You’ll be adding your own cries to the ambiance soon enough. Now, stand in the middle of the room. I want to see exactly how my selections look on you. And then we are going to see how they look off of you while I enjoy your body.”
She shivered and clenched. She couldn’t help it. The sounds of sex coming through the walls. Standing in front of him in scraps of fabric that felt sensual against her body while he was fully clothed. His promise of taking her, right there, the people in the rooms and possibly the front of the shop being able to hear her. It was all incredibly arousing.
She stood still as he circled her, his hands reaching, touching, squeezing and stroking. Her nipples tight against the silk cups, her juices dampening the panties he very rarely let her wear. Just the fact she was wearing them now was turning her on even more. The half smile gracing his lips, and the desire in his eyes. She very quickly forgot to be critical of her image in the mirror. She lost herself in his passion and desire for her.
He stopped behind her, his feet moving to spread hers wide. One large hand slipped between her legs, palming her pussy. The other lightly cupping her breast, pulling her back against his body. He supported her as his mouth came down to her neck, his fingers pushing aside the panties to lightly trace her lips. “You will not be quiet my girl. You will moan and whimper and cry out as you wish. I want everyone to hear what I am doing to you.”
Of course she moaned loudly at that. His teeth grazed her neck as his fingers moved deeper, spreading her slick moisture over her lips, around her clit, down to slip inside her. She kept her eyes open, watching in the mirror, incredibly aroused by the sight and feel and smell of him surrounding her.
He kissed and licked his way down her spine, biting the curves of her ass through the fabric of the panties, his fingers still working at her clit. His hands on her outer thighs urged her legs together long enough to slip the panties down, leaving them pooled around one ankle as he urged her to open for him again. Those talented fingers returned to her dripping pussy as his mouth worshipped the curves of her ass. She groaned and jumped when his tongue found that tight star, and his free hand tightened on her hip, holding her still as he worked at pleasuring her.
She felt her orgasm rising, and panicked slightly, trying to pull away from him. He stopped his assualt on her long enough to say loudly and firmly, “Cum my good girl. Cry and scream and writhe on my fingers and tongue. I want everyone to hear you.”
His fingers pinched and teased her clit as his tongue invaded her ass and she exploded. She had no idea how loud she was, what she said. The only thing that mattered was that he not stop touching her, licking her, fucking her. He didn’t stop. He pushed her to another orgasm, and a third. His body held hers up as she did just as he had demanded.
After the third orgasm he stopped, standing again behind her. She was limp against him, floating on the pleasure he had forced on her. His hardness pressed against the soft cheeks of her ass and she felt herself clench again. Three intense orgasms and she was ready again just like that, ready to feel him taking and invading and using her body for his own pleasure.
He nudged her towards the chair he had been occupying when she arrived. “Kneel in that chair, facing the mirror, your sweet ass and pussy ready for me,” he growled in her ear, his hand fisting in her hair. She obeyed, hands gripping the back of the chair, spreading her legs as wide as the seat would allow her. She watched in the mirror as he unzipped his jeans, his belt hanging lose. He pulled his hard cock free and stepped forward, sliding the head over her slick folds, teasing the entrance of her ass before he slipped inside her pussy in one swift stroke.
She screamed as he began pounding, no gentle rhythm. He was hungry and she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. His hand in her hair, pulling her head back, his growls and moans as loud as hers. Everyone within ear shot knew exactly what was going on in the room. Knew he was fucking her hard and fast and she was begging him not to stop, please don’t stop.
His free hand slapped her ass as he pounded into her. “Now my little slut, play with that pretty little clit, I want to feel you cum on my cock as I fill you,” he said through gritted teeth. She obeyed instantly, her juices making it difficult to rub and circle that tender bit of flesh. She came almost immdiately, moaning his name, and he joined her, his hips tight against her ass as he pulsed and emptied deep inside her.
He bent over her, his arms braced on either side of her heaving body. For long minutes they stayed that way, both lost in each other. Nuzzling her neck, she could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “I think we will have to come back another day for you to model the corset my girl. And you should remind me to allow you to wear panties more often.” He bit her as she laughed shakily, dropping her head to rest on the back of the chair.