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Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 03:34:14 +0000
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Cynthia entered the shop after being buzzed in. It seems this
particular shop is somewhat careful about who they let it. They sell
lingerie and also have a few sex toys, so there had been problems in the
past with underage customers. The shopkeeper looked through the window
when the bell rang, and buzzed in a very good looking young woman
wearing a tight short skirt, a prim white blouse tied at the waist and
black tights. She was wearing high heel shoes, having left her boots in
the trunk of her car since it was too hot for them..She always wanted to
dress to kill, and she did. She had, in fact, changed out of her boots
so that she could wear the higher heels.
When she looked around, she felt this was the right shop to get what
she wanted. There were crotchless panties, garter belts, bras which had
slits so her nipples would be accessible without removing the bra,
camisoles, tight satiny dresses, slutty high heel shoes of all types,
"come fuck me" negligees, and more. She particularly liked the sheer
satiny materials and the tiny satin ribbons used to secure some of the
items. She imagined herself wearing the bras and panties that were meant
for men to lust after. She wanted men to lust after her, and to control
their cocks.
Cynthia settled down to picking out some things that she had heard
about, but nothing like them were in her wardrobe so far. She had
conventional lingerie, nice stuff. Things a bride would wear for her
new husband. Today she was in the market for the whore clothes she
needed. She wanted to look in the mirror all dressed up and see a "fuck
my ass..fuck my mouth...fuck me all night long" slut.
Cynthia liked to think about new ways to pleasure herself. She thought
about how a man's cock would feel penetrating her new lingerie. How a
man's cock would feel if she let a man put it inside her panties between
her flesh and the material. She daydreamed about how she could rub a
cock through her lingerie, rubbing it with the satin of her panties
while she wore them.
Cynthia imagined a man coming inside her panties and smearing come all
over the inside of them, and how that sticky hot come would feel inside
her lingerie. Cynthia Pike was getting nasty. She had gone too long
without a cock, and it was getting her juices flowing. It seemed that
as she aged, her wanton lusts became less and less conventional or bound
by rules. She felt she should do what felt good. She wanted sex, and
she wanted new types. She was ready to explore and invent new ways to
satisfy her long denied lusts.
She went through a selection of crotchless panties and settled on
several different types...she picked out garter belts to go with various
colors of stockings and shoes from the shelves on the wall. It seemed
the more she thought about a particularly decadent or sensuous item, the
more far reaching her interests became. When she saw what she had been
denying herself, she was becoming more and more open to nasty thoughts
and found herself indulging her instincts. She was becoming a slut in
her own mind, and she was gladly going deeper into her fantasies.
Cynthia got herself a lace up bustier, several open tip bras, and about
$300 worth of lingerie she could never show her mother. (Or that's what
she thought at the time.)
While the shopkeeper, (a slim Asian girl wearing plain jane clothes)
rang it all up, Cynthia was looking over the glass case with the sex
toys inside. She mustered all her dignity, knowing she would not be
back for awhile, and picked out a modest size dildo made of silicone,
and an item shaped like a small smooth dildo made of the same material.
It was about 5 inches long. Cynthia was not sure, but she thought she
knew what it was for. She certainly knew what she wanted to do with it...
To be continued