Shoe Shop

By Pylades


My husband was required to go to a dress up affair for work and I needed a pair of shoes. I decided that I would check out a new store in the mall. I don't usually wear pantyhose but felt I would need to to test the new shoes out, so I wore the hose with a tasteful skirt and a nice blouse and drove to the mall.
I walked in the store and was immediately hit by the prices. It was a specialty store dealing in only the finest footwear. At the register sat one of the ugliest women I have ever seen, her face had a five o'clock shadow, her build was all wrong, very stocky. She was wearing leather boots that did little to accentuate her hairy legs. Towards the back stood a severe looking matronly woman, her hair pulled into a tight bun, her ensemble was conservative except for the four-inch heels she was wearing. She was waiting on two teens and looked disgusted with them.
A beautiful young girl approached. I'm sure she was an adult but her straight sandy hair in a page boy cut made her look like she was sixteen years old. She wore a soft leather vest tied by laces in the middle and a leather mini-skirt, but the leather strap around her neck is what caught my eye. That is until I saw the six-inch heels she had on, which caused her calves to tauten up and must have made walking unbearable. I watched the girl approach and noticed a flash of light coming from her ankles; it was some kind of lock.
My sixth sense was telling me to leave, that this was not an adventure I really wanted. Something about the place exuded a creepiness I couldn't explain.  I am a middle-class wife of a loving husband with two kids. I own a SUV and work out at the gym regularly. Although my appearance has sagged a little over the years, I still believe I have a good figure. The girl had entered my personal space, "Can I help you?"
"I don't think so," I turned to go, but fingers clenched me at the elbow.
"Don't." I turned, captivated by the pleading blue eyes before me. They were like pools of water, offering, yes offering something. I felt a shiver course through me.
"I really don't think there is anything I need here," I pulled away from her grip.
"Please," she looked so pathetic, I halted for just a moment and she put her hand back on my elbow. "I'm sure there is something here that would fulfill your needs."
She walked me over to one of the chairs as I explained that I needed a nice pair of sandals or something with straps and she said she had the perfect pair. Her eyes finally exuberant, she made her way to the shelves.
I couldn't help noticing the way the heels made her walk into a sensuous dance; her cheeks protruding at the heightened level, her calves so taut. Then I blushed, I am a married woman with two lovely children and here I am noticing a young girl in a shop. She bent at the waist to pick up a box and I was given the grand view of her assets; I only hope she was wearing a thong. My forehead began to sweat and to my horror my nipples began to harden as I sat mesmerized by those twin nades not ten feet away.
Suddenly the woman with the bun, appeared and gave the girl an admonishing whispering, obviously about the show the girl was putting on. The girl hurried back with the box and knelt on the carpet before my feet in a subservient stance with her eyes cast down. I began to nudge one of my shoes off, but her hand interfered.
"Let me," she said to the carpet, then looked up and our eyes met. I had never felt the sensation that I felt at that moment before; a power that I had never felt. Looking into those eyes, if I had told her to kiss my foot I am sure she would have done it. My breathing quickened and I felt a spasm deep within my gut that trickled down to my pussy.
She lovingly removed both my shoes and the sensation was exhilarating. She then tenderly put on the sandals, wrapping the straps along my feet and ankles like they were a gift from the gods. I felt lightheaded as her fingers traced the leather along my shin. She told me to get up and walk and I noticed the heels must have been four inches. Looking in the mirror, I noticed the height made my butt more inviting. She was beside me her lips inches from my ear.
"Come," She led me to a door, then, with her hand on the small of my back, pushed me through to the stockroom. I let her guide me to the back shelf, then I heard a rustling and felt a breath on my pantyhose. She took a deep breath as I leaned my weight on the shelf and thrust my ass back towards her face. Fingers hooked my waistband and my pantyhose were lowered just below my bottom.
My face was red and my pussy was leaking as she pried my cheeks apart and tickled my asshole with her tongue. I moaned as a small cum approached and she attacked my pussy like an animal. With her tongue up my pussy and her nose up my ass, I squatted, humped and spasmed all over this young girl's face.
I was almost finished when she caught my clit between her lips and started tugging until with a scream I gushed my juices onto my little bitch.
I was just coming around when I smelled my distinct odor, her lips inches from my ear. "Tomorrow at ten," she licked my lobe, "and no panties." And then she was gone.

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 I was a bit unnerved as I drove home, the girl still knelt behind me in my mind's eye and my fingers grazed the silk of the pantyhose. I was both embarrassed by my reaction and turned on at the sensations they produced. I was worthless at dinner, burned the roast; my husband remarked that I seemed preoccupied. I felt myself blushing throughout dinner, but I also felt the whisper of a tongue on my dark hole.
The next morning I had had come to the decision that I would get on with my life and set out to do a few errands. The fact that I had decided to dress as little sexily that day had nothing to do with the girl or with her suggestion; I just chose to wear the four-inch leather sandals, along with a sheer white blouse and a short skirt. I still could not decide if my decision to go without panties was just a tease or a subconscious reminder.
My errands brought me within a few blocks of the mall and I noticed it was quarter to ten. I also noticed a trickling that was pooling on the seat and hopefully not making a spot on my skirt. I felt so wicked as I sashayed into the mall; feeling the eyes of several teens following me. I had not felt this sensual since my own teens.
Suddenly I was in front of the shop pretending to look at the display. The same three salespeople were there and I almost swooned as I watched the young girl kneeling and lovingly removing a customer's shoe. I was still a little hesitant until she caught my eye; I was trapped like a fly in a web. She licked her lips and smiled and I nervously entered the store.
"Is there some kind of problem," the matronly woman with the tight bun was immediately beside me. "Something not done to your satisfaction?" She raised an eyebrow.
"No nothing," I could not look her in the eye, "just something I believe the young lady was helping me with." Her thumb and forefinger prodded my chin lifting my face so that our eyes met. She held my gaze for an eternity her face remaining stoic.
"Perhaps you should wait in the backroom," a slight smirk appeared on her lip. "I will send her back to you as soon as she has a moment." She let go of my chin and walked towards to elderly women. In my confusion I somehow made it to the backroom, but was unsure of what to do after I got there. I relived the moment at the wall and decided that I would wait for her in exactly the same spot. I stretched my arms out to the boxes of shoes, spread my legs pushing my backside out just a slight bit and waited. It seemed like an hour before I finally heard the door open and close, then felt a body next to mine. A tongue swiped my earlobe once again and I felt her fingers steal below my skirt.
"Very good," Her breath on my face, "You take orders well. That's good." She reached out and stroked my hair. "It makes me so hot to find you here in the position we ended up in last time with your ass sticking out for me, but today we're going to do something different." She led me over to a bench and placed me over it straddling it lengthwise. "No panties and you smell so horny," my skirt was lifted exposing my ass cheeks. "You are horny aren't you slut?" I felt a breath on my nade that sent a shiver through me. "Please." "Please what?" "Please lick me back there, like the last time," I couldn't believe the voice was my own. "Lick you where?" her tongue drew a line across both cheeks. "You know." "Lick your hiney?" "No." "Then say it. "Please lick my asshole," I felt her pry my cheeks apart. "You must really want it," she giggled, "Your asshole is winking at me."
I thought I would lose my mind as her tongue languished on my backside, but then I relaxed and let her take her time as she washed both cheeks with her tongue. I barely noticed her unstrapping my sandals, then strapping them again and I really didn't care; her tongue felt so soothing. I was falling into a dream state, my mouth and pussy on opposite ends of the bench both drooling. I couldn't take it anymore and reached back to open myself to her, pulling both cheeks as far back as they would go.
"Oh no you don't," her hand slapped between the cheeks landing on my dark hole, "none of that. Keep your hands away or I'll stop."
"I don't think I can," I was crying, "I want it so bad."
"All in good time," another slap and then another. "Grab hold of the bench legs and keep them there." As I grabbed the legs I heard a click and felt metal around my wrists. Lurching up I saw the matronly lady standing over me, her fists on her hips.
"So you thought you could use my slut," she harshly grabbed my hair pulling my head up, "without consequences." I tried to move but both my wrists and ankles were secured to the bench. She slapped my face both fore and aft. "Is that what you thought?" slap, slap slap slap. "Well it's time to pay the piper," I was terrified and my face hurt like hell. The woman had now let go of my hair and I looked up to see her taking her panties down. She plopped herself down, her hairy snatch inches from my face. "One good lick deserves another." She scooted closer as I tucked my head. "Nadia, help her darling." I felt fingers in my hair and as my head was jerked back, the woman's steamy gash engulfed my face. I thought I would puke from the smell as laughing she rubbed her lips against my face. Her thighs closed cutting off my air, so my entire world was her pussy. "Nadia, help her understand." I felt Nadia's tongue slowly licking my crack from clitoris up to my taint, then she pushed her nose against my asshole and sniffed. It was the most vulgar, self-defacing act I could have ever dreamed and I thought I might climax right then. Another sniff and I felt my anus open to receive her tongue and my pussy spasm, so close to coming.
"Now lick my cunt you little slut," she rode my face, "Until I say to stop." Nadia's tongue was working my asshole, plunging in and out and I tentively reached out my tongue to sample the woman. I swiped once, then again and her thighs parted so that I could breathe. It was then that I saw the really ugly woman standing beside her. She was sucking on something and then I realized that it was a man in drag. Nadia's tongue was pistoning in and out of my hole sending me to nirvana. Overhead I heard, "She's actually very good with her tongue. We may keep her around for awhile."
Then the tongue was pulled from my asshole with a plop and I felt something large at my entrance. The pressure was tremendous as my hole stretched to accept it. My scream reverberated within the folds of the woman's cunt to her delight and I heard all three of them laughing. I swipe of my earlobe and that little voice, "You were so easy."
