I undressed in a Sex Shop, with men looking.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blowjob

I undressed in a Sex Shop, with men looking.Sometimes you meet someone and that person opens your eyes to the most wondrous feelings. I was 17 when I met Marc, he was in his forties, a friend of daddies, who insisted I go call on him, as he stayed in the city where I was studying.Marc was a divorcee, attractive, and to me, very sexy, there was something about him that reminded me of Daddy, warmth, security, mature and relaxed, but more importantly, he made me feel sexy, and it was not long before he dominated my dreams, I began to fantasize taking him as a lover, albeit out of daddy’s knowledge.When these emotions strike a girl like myself, they take hold, and my immaturity and inexperience shows, as I sometimes went overboard with no limits or inhibitions, trying to make myself appear older and experienced, but Marc somehow knew, and started to take advantage, I mean what man would not, with the knowledge a girl of 17 would be eager to please.’Does sex frighten you, Mariel’?I put my glass down, taken aback by the sudden change in conversation. We were close friends by now, and even though I was secretly fantasizing bedding with him, nothing had been said or suggested, in that direction.I shook my head to indicate it did not. My heart was pumping hard and I felt my thighs involuntary rub together, as I squeezed my labia together, I could feel my nipples and clitoris sending out sexual impulses, and my cunt begin to swell and wet.My lips were suddenly dry, and noticed his eyes on them as my pink tongue moistened them, in a reflection to my cunt, hidden under my panties, I wished they would just disappear, I was wanting to fuck.It’s a bit hard to be frightened of sex now-a-days, with so much available everywhere you look’, I retorted, my voice sounded heavy and thick, surely he could hear it in my sounding?He looked so handsome and rugged, perhaps my eyes were playing tricks with me, now the mixture of alcohol and wantonness I was feeling, urged me to have sex with him.I could feel the heat rise in my loins and my face, as he looked at me, studying me, ‘You’re making me feel uncomfortable’, I barely whispered, I felt all the strength seep from me.’Would you like to have some fun’, he suddenly suggested?I was enjoying the sexual feeling my body was generating, I knew my panties were soaked, and as he suggested fun, şişli escort I felt a pang of disappointment, I was thinking of leaving here and going back to his, for the fuck of my life.I put both my elbows on the table between us, ‘What were you thinking about’, I asked mischievously?’I would love to take you to a sex shop I know, and watch you do a bit of teasing’, he replied.’Wow, Fuck’, went through my head, what a coincidence, I always thought about doing something like that, it was as if my sexual fantasy was coming alive. When I was younger I used to slip into the adult section and look at the back covers of the DVD’s and feel the men walking around me, looking and desiring me.I took a deep drink and finished my glass. ‘Same again’, he asked me, ‘Make it a double’, I said, ‘something makes me think I might need it’, we both laughed, as the excitement was building up in me, and he sensed it.’What would I have to do’, I asked him, finding it hard to hide my excitement?He described the inside of the shop, it was not too big, sort of intimate and on two levels. ‘As you go in’, he said as he described the interior, ‘the walls are full of Porn DVD’s, and a few racks of women’s lacy revealing underwear, in black, red, and white, a small changing room comprising of a framework with curtains, at shoulder height, so any people standing around would see you changing from the shoulders up, then his voice dropped, ‘I was in there a while back and a guy brought his wife or girlfriend in and she stripped off, throwing her brassiere and panties over the rail so everyone looking knew she was naked, so you can imagine how thick the atmosphere felt’.I sat and listened, feeling like I was sitting in a puddle of my own making, ‘Do you think I should go back and dress more desirably, before stripping off in the shop?I could see the blood drain from his face, now he knew I was up for it? ‘Are you sure Mariel’?’Definitely’, I answered confidently, adding, ‘As long as you take care of my needs afterwards’.We left the bar and he took me to a women’s store, where he bought me a small black dress, elasticated stay-up sheer black stockings, and a lacy see through black blouse and half-cut brassiere. To cap off my sexy outfit I bought heels and a black thong, and by the time we had finished, he saw what I looked like, mecidiyeköy escort and he was not disappointed with my nudity.We arrived at the entrance to the sex shop, which was not really well advertised, ‘It’s private and unregistered’, he explained, they deal with stuff for connoisseurs of hard to get porn.I laughed a little nervously, as we climbed the stone stairway, and then he led me off to the left and into a darkened area, where I changed out of my clothes and dressed in the new sexy outfit, making sure he missed nothing, I was so fucking horny.He put my panties and denims, socks and jumper into the carrier bag, as I stepped out and confronted him under the lamp. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, Mariel’, he clearly liked what he saw under the transformation I went from student to high class hooker, and I felt as every bit dirty in my mind and heart.We went back to where the entrance of the shop was, and before we went in, he suggested I be myself and act like I was gagging to be fucked, to smile at everyone and not to be shy about showing myself, ‘Don’t worry’, I said thickly, ‘I won’t disappoint you’. I blinked a few times as we entered, to customise my eyes to the rapid change in light, noting immediately, the porn on the walls, just as it was when I went into the shop back home.There were a number of men in the shop, which was a lot smaller than I thought, as they were right beside me, staring at me, their eyes running up and down my scantily clad body, somehow I felt like a 3D image straight out of the back of one of the DVD’s.Marc had been talking to the owner, a man he shook hands with, as I looked around the shop, seeing the sexy underwear and the small makeshift changing room, erected more for the customers amusement, than the woman’s decency.In the corner there was a large selection of dildos and vibrators, one of the guys caught my gaze as my eyes fell on them, ‘Hello’, I said to him, enjoying the interaction, after all this was a shop peddling sex, and I was in the mood for sex.Marc laughed as he spoke to the owner, his voice breaking my spell, ‘Mariel’, he called my name, and I turned, suddenly realizing a group of me had closed in on me.’Try on some of the underwear’, he said loudly, alerting all the men I was doing so.I went to the rack and lifted out a panties/brassiere esenyurt escort combination that left nothing to the imagination. Both items were of the flimsiest see-through materiel, the thin crotch was open, as were both cups in the brassiere, my breasts would sit in the vertical slits, supporting, but showing everything.’I held the combo up and said confidently,’I will try these on’, and at that walked over to the curtain rack, eased it open and stooped under the rail, turned and pulled it closed.I stood there and it felt as if nothing was there, all the men were standing around and the top came down to just below my shoulders, It would not take much for anyone to look over the top of the rail and see everything.Marc came up and one man who had been lingering close by, keen to see me, ‘You OK’, he asked me, as I cast a wicked look?I started to undress and was soon nude from the waist up. Marc stared at my breasts and finally put his hand inside the curtain and tweaked my nipples.My knees almost gave way, as I looked around, suddenly there were a sea of faces all staring at me, as my blouse and half-cut brassiere were laid atop the curtained rail, at last I was almost nude in a sex shop with a lot of men staring at my nude shoulders.’Jesus Marc, I’m going to wet myself’, I mumbled, he just smiled.I removed my short black skirt and panties and laid them beside the other two items, as Marc’s hand fell from my nipple to my wet cunt, and started to finger me as I stood naked behind the curtain.I put both my hands on the rail, where the men around me could see, they knew I was naked and that Marc was touching me in an intimate manner.They saw my eyes close as I felt my impending orgasm, I found it hard to control it as it built, and the men were watching my face.Suddenly to room was smaller, as the men crept closer. Marc appeared he did not care I was so vulnerable, ‘Step back’, he said so others heard, ‘if you want me to stop doing it’, and as he spoke the curtain was opened, revealing to everyone what it was he was doing.I could feel hands on my thighs and my bum, my nipples were in strangers mouths, and when I managed to focus my eyes, to my horror, Marc was gone, and I was being pulled to the ground, soon my fantasy in my head was fast becoming reality, as the first cock entered me, followed by a second in my mouth, at which point I screamed as I came, a small girl amongst a group of heaving naked men, seeking my holes for their pleasure.Mar would pay for this, but right now, I could not stop letting them do their thing with me.Any comments welcomed, you know it’s what I like to read.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32