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The weekend always got my juices flowing, especially in my teens, and particularly and Saturdays, when I would browse through the clothes stores, looking and wanting, and never being able to afford to buy, but as I got older and developed, I found that the, 'Little girl lost look', worked wonders on the male servers in the department stores, and my wardrobe soon acquired extra items, for relieving the sexual tensions, of the fitters, at the cubicals.
You might just be 16, but by then you know how to give a guy a wank or a blow-job and even then, you can give them a choice, swallow or spit, some like the idea of you walking out with their sperm in your belly, others like to see it run out of your mouth, a visual of their seed fresh from their ball sacks, being swished around the inside of your mouth and ending on the floor, at your feet.
I once went into a 'Miss Selfridge', by Eldon Square, and was seduced into trying a long skirt, I fell in love with, and a pair of thigh boots, which were the rage back then, the only difference was the server was a young woman, with strong lesbian tendencies.
Her hands were as seductive as her looks, she really was a beautiful looking woman and I was flattered, she drew me into her, and I let her adjust my fitting-out, as she patted my bum and smoothed my tummy down to my pubic bone.
She asked me if I would like to meet her for a drink later, I told her I was just 16, so she suggested to go back to her place, and I just melted and said, 'Sure', then she flitted around the shop, gathering clothes and underwear, stuffed them into a big bag, and shooed me out of the door without paying.
I was very nervous but sexually excited about meeting her, I was intrigued, but really liked the idea of having sex with her, so I was very wet, you know where, when she came out of the store at closing time.
She laughed and was obviously very happy to see me, 'I really did not think you would show', she quipped, 'But now you are hear, I want us to have some fun, you like to have fun'? Her last question had a serious note to its edge, and it sounded in her voice, 'Sure I want to', I replied thickly, suddenly wanting to kiss her thick pouting lips.
As if reading my naughty thoughts, she laughed and kissed my lips, holding it momentarily, then looping her arm through mine made for the taxi rank down the street.
I was in a daze in the back seat, as she guided her hand inside my coat, now there was no doubt in my mind what she wanted, and as her probing fingers sought out my wet pussy, as nearly went over the edge as she expertly inserted her fingers and worked my clitoris, as if she was flipping through a book.
I was sure the taxi driver was taking the longest route home, as I noted his back view mirror was trained on my legs, where she worked her magic, unashamedly and in full view, as my coat was opened, but I was past caring, this was what I had been thinking about all afternoon, and now I was having it, albeit with a man watching us.
Suddenly we had arrived and I felt a tad angry, but she leant across and whispered into my ear, 'I will wash your pussy upstairs and fuck you properly', I almost jumped out of my skin with her blunt remark, and too my horror, the taxi driver had a broad smile on his face, I was convinced he had heard her also, but even more when she had leant across the seat to pay, she was saying something to him, as I waited at her front door, he wrote something down, then reached over and squeezed his crotch, then got out.
'Do you know him'? She looked at me and just said, 'I hope your not jealous', and continued, 'I fucked him one night when he took me home', 'but you were talking', to which she replied, 'I asked him to come back and take you home later', and at that we entered her house, to another surprise, her husband.
Her husband was a wealthy business man, in his late fifties, she was in her early thirties, and he allowed her to enjoy herself, hence the Saturday part-time job, the day she had her liaisons, her weekend dalliances, something her cuckold husband enjoyed listening too as he jacked-off.
This of course I found out as my lesbian or bi-sexual education continued over the next year.
He was a very soft spoken man, very fatherly but as the evening wore on, their sexuality came to the fore, as their language became more colourful and I drank several glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, then suddenly she said, 'Mariel dear, I think we need to finish what we started in the back of the taxi', and stood up holding her hand out to me, which I took and followed her into the bedroom.
I turned to close the door, but she said, 'Leave it, he like to watch, and stroke', using her hand gesture in a wanking motion.
'Where is the bathroom, I want to wash', I asked her as she now stood completely naked in front of me, 'Not now Mariel, take your clothes off and let me clean you', and at her naughty reply, I felt a sudden rush between my legs, as my sexual excitement was becoming too much to contain.
I dropped my clothes and stood nervously in front of her and my knees buckled slightly as she came to me and dropped to her knees in front of me, and the warmth of her breath and softness of her tongue, rasped along my swelling folds of erectile tissue.
I stood slightly bent at me knees, holding the back of her head as she performed her act of cunnilingus on my pussy, I was humping her face as I was building to a release of sexual tension, when her husband put his hands on my quivering tightening buttocks.
He was naked and had an erection, and as he leaned into my body he whispered gently into my ear, 'You are so beautiful Mariel, you ready to feel my cock in you', and in my state I cried out, 'Yes Fuck me, Oh! Please Fuck me', and he did not wait as she reached behind me and guided him into me, then moved away from us as I bent forward, to receive his full length, in a violent doggy fuck.
She came back over with a seat and sat down, opened legged, and guided my head between her thighs, so while her old husband enjoyed my forbidden fruits at the back, she settled down to teach me how to lick her pussy, as she vibrated her clitoris, with a snap on finger device.
She sudden embraced me by clamping her arms around my back, holding me in that embrace, restricting my movement, while her husband moved onto his seeds final resisting place, my asshole, and once in there, she relaxed and I continued with my education, in marital sex for the bored family.
Thankfully, the hour passed and I was relieved of my sexual duties, he went to bed and we lay on the floor drinking and talking, and she was very happy I was relaxed about everything and happy I agreed to meet them, if called, promising me the pick of the new stock when it arrived in the shop.
I got up and dressed, then she asked me for a big favour, 'Sure', I said, 'Go home naked under your coat', adding, 'Then phone me and tell me how you felt'.
I stood for a moment and thought, then I took all my clothes off and donned my coat, suddenly feeling really brazen, but because of my drunken and sexually charged being was on a high, I buttoned-up feeling at ease with my new found sexuality.
We kissed some more when the taxi arrived and I got in, thankful for the warmth, and as we drove off out of the drive his phone rang and I drifted off, in the back seat.
I awoke in the back with the driver inside me having intercourse, suddenly coming to my senses, realising the dream I was having was actually happening, but I was relaxed enough to let him finish, I mean what was one more after such a night.
As he dressed I suddenly realised he was the driver from early on, then I realised she had set this up, thats why she wanted me naked and she was the one who phoned the driver, her ex-lover, so her husband and lover had successfully tasted my fruits, she was simply wonderful and became a heroine to me, I loved her manipulation, and learned from it.
It would take me a year, but I knew something about her and I would get my revenge, it would give me pleasure to watch, but she would suffer, but thats love, for now she was the mistress and my young pussy was hers to distribute amongst her friends...... but thats another story
You might just be 16, but by then you know how to give a guy a wank or a blow-job and even then, you can give them a choice, swallow or spit, some like the idea of you walking out with their sperm in your belly, others like to see it run out of your mouth, a visual of their seed fresh from their ball sacks, being swished around the inside of your mouth and ending on the floor, at your feet.
I once went into a 'Miss Selfridge', by Eldon Square, and was seduced into trying a long skirt, I fell in love with, and a pair of thigh boots, which were the rage back then, the only difference was the server was a young woman, with strong lesbian tendencies.
Her hands were as seductive as her looks, she really was a beautiful looking woman and I was flattered, she drew me into her, and I let her adjust my fitting-out, as she patted my bum and smoothed my tummy down to my pubic bone.
She asked me if I would like to meet her for a drink later, I told her I was just 16, so she suggested to go back to her place, and I just melted and said, 'Sure', then she flitted around the shop, gathering clothes and underwear, stuffed them into a big bag, and shooed me out of the door without paying.
I was very nervous but sexually excited about meeting her, I was intrigued, but really liked the idea of having sex with her, so I was very wet, you know where, when she came out of the store at closing time.
She laughed and was obviously very happy to see me, 'I really did not think you would show', she quipped, 'But now you are hear, I want us to have some fun, you like to have fun'? Her last question had a serious note to its edge, and it sounded in her voice, 'Sure I want to', I replied thickly, suddenly wanting to kiss her thick pouting lips.
As if reading my naughty thoughts, she laughed and kissed my lips, holding it momentarily, then looping her arm through mine made for the taxi rank down the street.
I was in a daze in the back seat, as she guided her hand inside my coat, now there was no doubt in my mind what she wanted, and as her probing fingers sought out my wet pussy, as nearly went over the edge as she expertly inserted her fingers and worked my clitoris, as if she was flipping through a book.
I was sure the taxi driver was taking the longest route home, as I noted his back view mirror was trained on my legs, where she worked her magic, unashamedly and in full view, as my coat was opened, but I was past caring, this was what I had been thinking about all afternoon, and now I was having it, albeit with a man watching us.
Suddenly we had arrived and I felt a tad angry, but she leant across and whispered into my ear, 'I will wash your pussy upstairs and fuck you properly', I almost jumped out of my skin with her blunt remark, and too my horror, the taxi driver had a broad smile on his face, I was convinced he had heard her also, but even more when she had leant across the seat to pay, she was saying something to him, as I waited at her front door, he wrote something down, then reached over and squeezed his crotch, then got out.
'Do you know him'? She looked at me and just said, 'I hope your not jealous', and continued, 'I fucked him one night when he took me home', 'but you were talking', to which she replied, 'I asked him to come back and take you home later', and at that we entered her house, to another surprise, her husband.
Her husband was a wealthy business man, in his late fifties, she was in her early thirties, and he allowed her to enjoy herself, hence the Saturday part-time job, the day she had her liaisons, her weekend dalliances, something her cuckold husband enjoyed listening too as he jacked-off.
This of course I found out as my lesbian or bi-sexual education continued over the next year.
He was a very soft spoken man, very fatherly but as the evening wore on, their sexuality came to the fore, as their language became more colourful and I drank several glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, then suddenly she said, 'Mariel dear, I think we need to finish what we started in the back of the taxi', and stood up holding her hand out to me, which I took and followed her into the bedroom.
I turned to close the door, but she said, 'Leave it, he like to watch, and stroke', using her hand gesture in a wanking motion.
'Where is the bathroom, I want to wash', I asked her as she now stood completely naked in front of me, 'Not now Mariel, take your clothes off and let me clean you', and at her naughty reply, I felt a sudden rush between my legs, as my sexual excitement was becoming too much to contain.
I dropped my clothes and stood nervously in front of her and my knees buckled slightly as she came to me and dropped to her knees in front of me, and the warmth of her breath and softness of her tongue, rasped along my swelling folds of erectile tissue.
I stood slightly bent at me knees, holding the back of her head as she performed her act of cunnilingus on my pussy, I was humping her face as I was building to a release of sexual tension, when her husband put his hands on my quivering tightening buttocks.
He was naked and had an erection, and as he leaned into my body he whispered gently into my ear, 'You are so beautiful Mariel, you ready to feel my cock in you', and in my state I cried out, 'Yes Fuck me, Oh! Please Fuck me', and he did not wait as she reached behind me and guided him into me, then moved away from us as I bent forward, to receive his full length, in a violent doggy fuck.
She came back over with a seat and sat down, opened legged, and guided my head between her thighs, so while her old husband enjoyed my forbidden fruits at the back, she settled down to teach me how to lick her pussy, as she vibrated her clitoris, with a snap on finger device.
She sudden embraced me by clamping her arms around my back, holding me in that embrace, restricting my movement, while her husband moved onto his seeds final resisting place, my asshole, and once in there, she relaxed and I continued with my education, in marital sex for the bored family.
Thankfully, the hour passed and I was relieved of my sexual duties, he went to bed and we lay on the floor drinking and talking, and she was very happy I was relaxed about everything and happy I agreed to meet them, if called, promising me the pick of the new stock when it arrived in the shop.
I got up and dressed, then she asked me for a big favour, 'Sure', I said, 'Go home naked under your coat', adding, 'Then phone me and tell me how you felt'.
I stood for a moment and thought, then I took all my clothes off and donned my coat, suddenly feeling really brazen, but because of my drunken and sexually charged being was on a high, I buttoned-up feeling at ease with my new found sexuality.
We kissed some more when the taxi arrived and I got in, thankful for the warmth, and as we drove off out of the drive his phone rang and I drifted off, in the back seat.
I awoke in the back with the driver inside me having intercourse, suddenly coming to my senses, realising the dream I was having was actually happening, but I was relaxed enough to let him finish, I mean what was one more after such a night.
As he dressed I suddenly realised he was the driver from early on, then I realised she had set this up, thats why she wanted me naked and she was the one who phoned the driver, her ex-lover, so her husband and lover had successfully tasted my fruits, she was simply wonderful and became a heroine to me, I loved her manipulation, and learned from it.
It would take me a year, but I knew something about her and I would get my revenge, it would give me pleasure to watch, but she would suffer, but thats love, for now she was the mistress and my young pussy was hers to distribute amongst her friends...... but thats another story
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