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Tinker was delighted as she looked over her small audience. While some of Ellen’s girls loved the various sale drives and events over all else, Tinker preferred the workshops. Trisha had come by her nickname of “Tinker” honestly, she was the store’s de facto expert on sex toys of all types and the little seminars she ran as an extra for their VIP customers were her preferred duty at Ellen’s Delights. Today was even better than usual, as this particular, rather small, class was among her...
Fantasy & Sci-FiTracy pushed a broom around an already clean floor, trying to stay busy instead of obsessing on her email inbox. She had not heard from William after going out to for drinks and wondered if she had misread the signs? She actually believed he was attracted to her, but maybe he just likes to date? Maybe he dates several women at a time? It was his prerogative, she reminded herself. She would not waste her time thinking about someone who was indifferent towards her, although he did not seem that...
As somebody who loves shopping, especially for clothes, I'm no stranger to changing rooms. However, it might be one thing to undress in one located in a dress shop but it's quite another thing when that changing room is at back of a sex shop. You stand inside the tiny booth with me, leaning with your back to the door and watching while I remove all my clothes. One by one I hand you my things - my blouse, skirt, bra, shoes, pantyhose and finally, my panties. You bundle all my clothes into an...
Tracy Wilcox wove through the stream of pedestrians, intent on catching the next subway and arriving early to the Mid-Manhattan branch library. She hoped to make a good first impression without seeming to have tried too hard, a precarious balancing act that brought on two changes of outfits before the normally self-assured young woman felt ready. She’d settled on a black vintage dress hemmed short enough to expose her long legs and give a peek at the tattoo on her right thigh, a typewriter with...
Flower....There is a young Eastern European woman working as a waitress at a local Chinese restaurant. The last 5 or 6 times we have visited I have found myself feeling very attracted to her sensually and increasingly more sexually. The desire to be with her is increasing every time I meet her and I feel I need to let her know but cannot summon the courage. I want her know how I feel and see if she feels the same for me.Yesterday we had a family party and I had just taken my seat when I saw her...
© Copyright 1999 DASTARDLY DODO ALL Rights Reserved John looked through the window of the flower shop to see if his sisters where there. He had left home after a row with his parents and hadn't seen his sisters in three years. Then, three months ago, he had heard his parents had died and he decided to come back to take care of them. Now he wondered if it was the right decision. He sighed and entered the shop. "Hey, if that isn't my favorite flower girl!" A voice boomed from the...
Tracy exited the train and walked up the stairs into the midday sunshine and the Saturday Manhattan crowd. The air was thick with humidity, the crowd different from the usual hustle-and-bustle business population that dominated the weekdays. Today it was tourists, roving bands of teens, families, and shoppers who meandered about the sidewalk in varying speeds. Tracy joined the stream of pedestrians and made her way to Finey’s, one of her grandmother’s favorite dining establishments. ‘Tracy!’...
A case of nerves combined with sexual tension settled upon Tracy as the cab pulled up in front of an industrial building that had been converted to residential lofts. William put his hand on the Tracy’s back and guided the way, even though it was obvious which way to go. As he led the way to the front door, it was now Tracy’s turn to curious about William’s living space. She had a few of her own hang-ups, but they mostly had to do with taste. On the ride up the elevator, she prepared herself...
Going Shopping: A Little Shop Short StoryMichelle went into the Little Shop, as her?Dominas Anonymous sponsor?Jobeth Eldrington-Knaggs had phoned that their new shipment of interesting stuff was in...what would they have this week? Michelle certainly wasn't as Jobeth, whose recent purchase for her slaveboy, the real estate mogul Horbake McKeldin had been a trained cock-fighting rooster. "It's wonderful, darling...I put Horny's penis through this plank-box, and the cock-fighting rooster pecked...
The Chair Shoppe 1-4 Part 1Kevin, along with several others young men, stood nervously while guests at the Hotel filtered into lobby where all the Shoppes were.The first floor housed different Shoppes catering to the special items only found on the Femina Islands.A PantyPets Shoppe, but unlike the others on Merchants Road, it dealt in very exclusive & expensive panties. Made from silks & other exotic...
The Flower Institute in old Amsterdam made its claim to fame for its name by elegant deflorations. It orginated last century, after a special request from a young lady of noble class in Poland. She provided the founding capital for the erection of the foundation with its noble aims. Look what happened.Her hymen was on auction. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a...
Antonio and Tracy worked together in thoughtful silence on a mammoth floral arrangement for a hotel lobby. It was something Tracy could do herself, but she wanted to practice delegating. Antonio was surprised to see her take a seat. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted out. Seemed like as good a time as any. After a moment of stunned silence Antonio asked, ‘Are you getting married?’ Tracy looked at him in surprise, not that the thought had not crossed her own mind, but that this would be Antonio’s...
Amsterdam was first in the world with many things. Good and bad. The first financial bubble: speculation in the tulip market. Tulips aren´t even Dutch, they originate from Turkey. The first banks as well. Happy to finance, speculate and invest in American independance. As the Brits were our favourite enemies. But also the first "Flower Institute" for transforming classy virgins into full blown women. But that´s a long story. Patient readers: welcome to next paragraphs.We did the "Golden...
I find it hard to explain, but watching these 'Dogging movies', made by the so called experts, are way off the mark, by comparison to the real experience, and I should know having experienced it, first hand.Since my parents separation my father and I became closer, not as lovers, as some might like to think, but certainly not a healthy father and daughter relationship, but more like an older man and teenage girl, experimenting in all aspects of sex, my perversions, if there is such a gene, then...
copyright © 2002 by the author They say that all who love are blind And I'm not one to disagree... For more and more, each day I find Love has made a fool of me (Foolish, foolish me... ) --Each Time I Fall in Love, S. Grundy As usual, the applause was intoxicating, and this year it was especially strong because Cal Morton's quartet had sung their hearts out. As he and the three other men who made up "Lazy River" left the stage, the crowd of barbershoppers, family, and fans were...
This happened when I was a young 16 year old virgin who had never even seen a full grown penis, never mind a large erect penis leaking pre-cum from the end.It was the middle of the summer holidays and for once the sun was out and it was warm enough for me to have on my little cut off denim shorts and a little crop top that came down to my belly button. I had been feeling very naughty when I got dressed this morning so I had left my bra and little panties off to allow the cool breeze to caress...
Tracy woke up alone in William’s bed. After a brief panic, she saw him on the floor and relaxed. He was kneeling on the rug near the couch, perfectly still with his eyes closed. She was not sure what to make of it in her sleepy state, but then it registered that he was meditating. Tracy rose quietly and tip-toed to the bathroom, and when she returned, he was back in bed. ‘Good morning, Kitten.’ ‘Hi,’ she answered, standing halfway between the bathroom and bed wearing William’s t-shirt. ‘You...
Hot Shop Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. It was another of those hot, humid summer evenings that make people wish for a thunderstorm to clear the air. I was sweating in my uniform suit, nylon shirt and polyester tie, standing behind...
Chapter Five: Latina MILF's Futa Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! At the same time, Kayleen Harland was finishing up with the next batch of her miracle substance, her daughter, Jolene, was hurriedly dressing in Mrs. Morales's living room. Jolene pulled her baggy skirt over her big futa-dick, still wet with MILF juices. She left Mrs. Morales swimming in jizz. As she rushed to the front door, she pulled on her top. Kayleen hummed away as...
Story Three: Sexy Little Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 The figure entered the outlet store. It was one step above a thrift store, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delights to titillate a young woman's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair panties was needed here. The figure wasn't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold packets...
Jolene was a pussy-hunter, and proud of it. She specialised in pretty young white blondes, spreading their creamy thighs and breaking them in to a life of lesbian submission. As she was a charismatic, tall, statuesque, mature black woman with big breasts and a ripe rounded ass, she usually got what she wanted, overwhelming the naive and feeble young white chicks with the sheer force of her commanding personality, blowing them away with the voluptuous curves of her bootylicious body, and...
Tony and Susan Trent had been neighbours as children, then school friends, then closer friends, and eventually married. They had a small apartment near to the centre of the town. Susan had worked up to become an under manager of a section in a department store, whilst Tony was in the accounts section of a trading company. They had no plans for children. Whilst not wealthy in monetary terms, they were wealthy in relationship terms, and were very much in love. Life was fairly mundane,...
These events occurred many many years ago, so I’ve had to use my imagination to fill the gaps, with maybe a bit of embellishment too.....Some people would say it’s bad enough cumming in your pants just looking at photos – which is what happens to me all the time – but doing it before you’ve even bought the mag? Pathetic! My only regret is the only girl I was able to tell, that Her cover photo made me pants-spunk standing in the shop in my dirty mac, was Miss Danica. The first time was back in...
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Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicki—when I was younger I used to put a little heart instead of a dot over the first ‘I’. But I have kind of grown out of that now. I am about five feet six in stocking feet, and five nine most of the time—I love wearing heels. I have long wavy brown hair and a… curvaceous body; sometimes it’s hard for men to make eye contact with me—they prefer making eye contact with my boobs. But that’s OK. I live in Brighton, and have since I graduated from university...
ExhibitionismI walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs, let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair. Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair. Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of...
BDSMThe old man was curled up on a bench in the bus terminal in San Francisco. His eyes were red from lack of sleep. He hadn’t eaten in 4 days. ‘How the hell did I ever get to this?’ he asked himself. Years of drug abuse and alcoholism had taken a great toll from him. He was sixty five, but he looked like ninety five. His hair dragged down his back to just under his shoulder blades. In the front, he had no hair. When viewed from the top, he looked like a furry toilet seat. He was just dropping off...
The wonderful thing about long lasting friendships is that they often create strange, but very interesting combinations of people. In a small group of friends, who have known each other for years, where the need to hide uncomfortable truths or embarrassing facts should no longer be present, where the need to impress and excel at things should no longer be needed, where genuine friendship should allow everyone to be who they really are, the question still remains – do we ever really reach a...
The hubby had woke with his usual huge morning glory from dreaming about last night, when he and his wife had made love. But as he lay there slowly stroking his cock, he started to fantasize about his wife and the things they had done in the past, and how horny she could be at times....so he set himself a mission that morning.... he was going to make his wife cum in her newly purchased shop. He showered, shaved, dressed in jeans and put on his favourite shirt, which he knew his wife liked him...
When I was younger in the 1970'sI used to do odd jobs for a local corner shop you know, deliver odd groceries to elderly people , sweep up wash windows ect. The owner paid me a couple of quid for the Saturday mornings work . Sometimes I would buy loose tobacco or single cigarrettes off him. 5p a cig ( those were the days!) There was a Friday I went to the shop as sometimes I got the jobs done on a Friday evening to save time on a Saturday so I could go do my own thing . Anyway, I went in...
sue stopped outside the pet shop and checked the address on the piece of paper her Mistress had given her. It was the right place ok. She pretended to look at something in the shop window while she steadied her nerves, the mixture of fear and excitement she felt made her stomach churn and she licked her dry lips anxiously. She took a quick look over her shoulder at the people passing by in the street, she hardly ever came to this part of town and she was sure she would not bump into anyone she...
sue stopped outside the pet shop and checked the address on the piece of paper her Mistress had given her. It was the right place ok. She pretended to look at something in the shop window while she steadied her nerves, the mixture of fear and excitement she felt made her stomach churn and she licked her dry lips anxiously. She took a quick look over her shoulder at the people passing by in the street, she hardly ever came to this part of town and she was sure she would not bump into anyone she...
Favourite Shop I dressed to go to my favourite lingerie shop. Nothing too obvious, just pretty lacy panties and matching suspender belt and black seamed stockings under my normal clothes. The panties and suspender belt were black satin with lots of lace trim. The panties were almost like French knickers with satin front panel and lace sides, loose fitting with a sexy split up the side. The suspender belt, sitting almost hidden was simple, satin front with lace panels leading down to...
1. The ladies wear shop was called Experience. It lay outside the town centre where there were fewer passers-by but rents were lower and Jane Silk managed to make a living doing what she enjoyed - selling "on trend fashions for the discerning lady." Her clientele were mainly more affluent well dressed ladies who wanted classic fashions with just a nod to the current trends. She stocked dresses, skirts, tops, jackets, coats, trousers, knitwear, some underwear and hosiery and a few...
In the 70s there was a normal bookshop in London, on the edge of Soho, maybe Tottenham Court Road or Charing Cross Road, and going past I noticed a sign saying ‘adult books’ and an arrow pointing downstairs. Of course I went in, and you had to walk the length of the shop, in your dirty mac, to get to the stairs leading down to the dirty bookshop. Once there though I had the joy many times of acquiring armfuls of mags to add to my huge collection. There’s always a few of us in there, pervs in...
My father owned a pretty lucrative fix-it shop in the town where we lived.Although I never felt that my father was very intelligent, he did make agood living for us because he was an extremely hard worker, staying openseven days a week and often working into the evening. My father was aquiet guy for the most part who appeared to be popular with customers butnever had a lot of close friends. After serving in the military, he met mymom and left his own family behind in another state. After I...
(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Fifteen: Daughter's Incestuous Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Mrs. Umayyah The next day, my ass still hurt from my discipline. I couldn't help but squirm as I sat in the back seat of my husband and Master's car. My rump ached and throbbed. The longer the car ride went, the more my discomfort grew. The ache grew with every moment and I embraced it. I deserved this pain. I had become a...
The figure entered the outlet store. It was one step above a thrift store, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delights to titillate a teenage girl’s budding desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair panties was needed here. The figure wasn’t noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold packets of plain, boring panties, so similar to the type worn by the last...
The guy from a chicken shop Thanks for your lovely feedback for my last story . Am overwhelmed with love. Thanks once. Again My next story which I have encountered at the age of 17 is way am going to pen down now. While I was quite happy with my friend at school , whom we twice a week met in his bed at home right after our school get over, we started to taste both of our ass. We even bathed together while having kissed each other . Just lying naked in our shoulders . It was quite a love that...
Gay MaleChapter Nine: Purity Club's Anal Delight By mypenname3000 Commissioned by n1one Copyright 2020 Clara had made a list of who she wanted to spread rumors about at her school. In her stuffy bedroom, locked from the world, she felt like a god. Everything she typed out was believed. The terrible human beings at her school would make fake photos, the very best deep fakes technology could create, to make it look like Mrs. Daniels gangbanged her students, that the home ec club was all pregnant by...
Hello guys, I’m Mayur, 18-year-old, with a dark and attractive complexion. I live in Mumbai. The story I’m about to tell you happened a few months ago. Its a long story, so if you expect spicy stuff in a few words, this isn’t for you. Anyways, this is my first story, so apologies if I make mistakes! Girls/aunties can mail me on for sexual fun. Moving on towards the story, One of my close friend, who lives in the vicinity once purposely challenged me to buy a condom from the chemist. As I am...
Ellen looked her potential new hire over. The nineteen-year-old was certainly on par with the rest of the shop’s girls in looks, for what little that mattered. She was roughly 5’8”, with a trim build that left her perky breasts, natural and roughly a 34C to Ellen’s trained eye, as more than ample for her frame. Blond, though a rich honey to Alice’s platinum. Deeply tanned skin, which couldn’t be natural on station, and enchantingly rich blue eyes, so vivid they were almost purple, finished off...
LesbianMy FavouriteLike most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour I suppose. Then again, that’s ginger, or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense, I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I’m not totally crazy.My second great passion is feet. Women’s... of course. Preferably manicured, but I’m not going to turn my nose up at...
CHAPTER SEVEN THE FIRST DAY After overhearing the conversation yesterday, I was more nervous than ever. Since the conversation, Beth hadn't even eluded to it. That morning, however, Beth seemed worried too. It was clear she knew that the placement at Amy's dress shop could lead to some big freelancing contracts down the line with her magazine. And a permanent job for me. I also think she thought her reputation was on the line. Beth was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the hem of...
Hi dosto kaise hai.aap ne meri 1 kahani padhi hogi bhabhi ki 13 bar chudai.or bahot saare mail bhi muje mila hai or is bar bhi ye kahani achhi lage to jarur mail karna. Me Rahul 23 saal ka Ranchi se hu.me is bar bhi koi galti ho to maf karna. Me Rahul shop chalata hu.ye shop government thru hai is liye is shop me roz ka hisab roz likhna padta hai.is shop chalane thoda bahot dar bhi rahta hai.kyoki kisi bhi waqt or kisi bhi samay adhikari yani sir shop cheking ke liye aasakte hai.pease bahot...
(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Five: Mother and Daughter's Teasing Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! My brother's plan was naughty. Mom drove me. She was part of the plan. She was a busty delight, wearing a low-cut blouse today that showed off her tits that were just as big as mine. I took after her. She hummed as she drove us into downtown Sacramento for our hotel tryst with Mrs. Armstrong. I clutched my new purse on my lap as...
Chapter Six: Futa's Wild Virgin Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this! I left the college's main office in a daze. I just had sex with my dean. The Black woman had revealed that she was a secret lesbian who enjoyed seducing her female students into having sex with her, finding the ones she thought were secretly gay or bi. When my mom let the college know I had come down with Futanari Syndrome, the college's dean, Ms. Washington,...
I entered the sex shop with a little trepidation. Not because I was entering a sex shop, no I had been into many sex shops in my life. No the reason for the trepidation was that today I had decided my shopping spree would be partially en-femme. That is under my male clothes I was wearing my pink PVC peek-a-bum panties. The panties had a full crutch at the front and a hole at the back for access to my sissy pussy. Of course the panties would go undetected but I had for some reason decided...
My name is Susan Smith. and I go to a mixed secondary modern school near London. I am fairly tall for my age with long blond hair and blue eyes like my mum, I suppose you could say I’m quite a pretty girl, possible a bit too slim but mum said that would change as I got older. I lived with my mum and my younger sister in a rented terraced house with a small garden in front, not that far from the school. So I was able to walk to school every day with my little sister. We’d lost our father...
11 – Maire’s In-Shop experiences“Rise and shine, beautiful”, I heard Liam’s voice. “Time to get up, sweetie” he said cheerfully.I moaned. My head hurt, my body was sore, and my eyes seemed glued shut. Finally, I looked over to where Liam’s voice had come from. He was standing in the doorway of our bedroom, already dressed for work, smiling at me.“Someone looks like they had a hard night” he grinned. Images were dancing in my head recalling last night. I groaned again and said half in jest, “Go...
CHAPTER FIVE: THE SHOP I decided to take everyone at their word. The following day, Tuesday, I came into the office and greeted everyone as I normally did, though the greeting I received back was much more attentive and sweet. I dropped my purse and bag on my workstation surface and went about turning on all the machines, changing phone messages, etc. I stood in the center of my circular workstation and realized I had eyes from many directions on me. There was no reason for anyone but me...
Hi I’m Ashu from Lucknow and mai ISS ka bahut bada fan hu padai khatm hone k baad jab koi naukri nhi mili to papa ne meri cosmetic ki shop kara di aap jo jantte hai k cosmetic shop me kya-2 milta hai aur aurte aur ladkiya aati or fir is tarah mere b shop pr kai aurte ladkiya aai jinse Mere sambandh ho gaye to maine socha 1-1 kar k sare sambandh aap logo se sere karo agar aap logo ko meri story pasand aaye to mujhe mail karna meri ID He ab apna parichay karata hu mera naam ashu hai dekhne me...
The Kennel The KennelPhoebe smiled. ?Soapy, I think I?m going to leave Nolan down there in the Kennel for another week.? The now platinum blonde giggled, and her full breasts bounced a bit in the violet halter top. Soapy tried not to drool behind the counter. Damn she?s looking good he thought, just like the tramps in my Narcotics Anonymous meetings. ?But I thought your original bargain with Nolan was he stayed a week, wasn?t it, Phoebe?? Jesus, Soapy thought, Nolan had actually...
Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! At the same time, Kayleen Harland was finishing up with the next batch of her miracle substance, her daughter, Jolene, was hurriedly dressing in Mrs. Morales’s living room. Jolene pulled her baggy skirt over her big futa-dick, still wet with MILF juices. She left Mrs. Morales swimming in jizz. As she rushed to the front door, she pulled on her top. Kayleen hummed away as she watched the solution fade from a blue to a hot pink. It was ready. She...
Hello Friends. This is Kannan with another story. I’m 33 years old. I’m here to share with you my real-life sexual experience with Sankari. She works as a salesgirl in a fancy shop near my house. Sankari is 25 years old. She has a wheatish complexion, a 34B bust, and a regular body type. She looks charming. She has some fat around her buttocks and arms. I have been visiting this fancy store for over a decade now. But I saw Sankari in the store for the first time in March 2020. From there on, I...
I was crazy to go to work for her. She was loud, abrasive, and had a low opinion of the male sex. I didn’t know that when I applied for her bike tech job, of course. I needed a new bike in the worst way, and faked a resume about my bike mechanic skills. I had some, actually, just not all the experience I put on the resume. Sharon was tall and mean. Twenty-two and experienced beyond her years. Married and divorced at twenty. Fought her dad and mom and got thrown out of the house at eighteen....
Story Twelve: Virgin Cherry Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The music pulsing through the house stirred the figure's ancient soul. Though the music was modern, made with electronics and possessing alien sounds, the beat it created was primal. Something passed down and down and down through the generations of men from dim antiquity. The figure wanted to dance. To revel in the music and to indulge in the hormones permeating the room. The...