On the way to my next stop, I had time to consider what was happening. I was sitting blindfolded in Jim’s SUV, wearing a crotchless fishnet stocking/garter belt one piece set and no underwear. I was about to be handed over to a man I had never met to buy me an unknown piece of apparel, for which I would give him a blow job immediately afterward, after which he would pass me on to Jim’s next friend.
On the one hand, this was the most thrilling sexual adventure on which I had set out, but was it too much? Being exposed in the adult boutique had been a blast, but incredibly dangerous. What if someone I knew had walked in? What if the staff had decided we were perverts and called the cops? And didn’t they have cameras in the store to catch shoplifters? What else had they caught? Was I committing the cardinal sin of letting the little head do the thinking?
We hit a bump in the road and I was reminded of the presence of the butt plug, that Jim had also bought and made me insert at the store. I was still blindfolded, so I had no idea where we were. As if reading my mind, Jim placed his hand on my thigh.
“How are you doing, Soma? Everything OK?”
“I think so, Sir. It just seems like so much is happening so quickly. Is it really a good idea to be out in the open like this? What if we get caught?”
Jim laughed. “If we get caught, it’s clear you’re the innocent victim of a vicious gang of sex traffickers with incredibly bad taste in victims.” I had to join him in laughing. Still…
“I know you’re nervous about this, Soma. You’re afraid of what might happen. But hasn’t been your life story? You start to explore who you are in earnest and chicken out when things get the least bit risky?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m chickening out, Sir. I just happen to be extremely risk averse.”
“You mean happiness averse. You’ll never fully understand your desires, your needs, who you really are, until you’re willing to take that step into the Abyss. And that’s what I’m doing for you, Soma: holding your hand and taking the plunge with you.
“I and my friends have the same risks: most of us are married, all of us are professionals and we have much to lose if we’re exposed. However, we consider the rewards, not just of the pleasures we’re going to enjoy with you, but of satisfying our own needs, to outweigh the risks. At some point, everyone has to make a choice: take a risk or live with regret the rest of your life. You’ve made that choice; now, enjoy it.
“And here we are: your next stop. There’s Pete. Unbuckle, put your shoes on and wait here until I get you. Keep the blindfold on.”
I heard the door open, felt the cold breeze, then warmth again. I reached down and slipped on my shoes, Jim’s words sinking into my mind. He had given me much to think about, but no time to contemplate…
…my door opened, and I shivered with the cold. A hand took mine and guided me out of the car. It pulled off my blindfold and I saw Pete, wearing jeans and a polo shirt under his windbreaker. He was at least six feet tall and clearly worked out. His thin mustache should have been a turn off (I don’t like facial hair on men, or women, for that matter), but it wasn’t. Neither was the shaved head. What drew me were his blue eyes, which viewed me with amusement.
“So this is Soma. I hope he’s as good a cocksucker as you say, Jim.”
“I do my best, Sir,” I replied, trying to let him know I could speak for myself.
“I’m sure you do. And who knows? It might even be good enough. Let’s go shopping.”
Jim turned to me. “Pete’s a good guy. He just likes to mess with people’s heads. You be good and remember what I told you and you’ll have a great time. Take good care of him, Pete.”
“Oh, I’ll take good care of him. I hope he keeps that cock under control.”
I glanced down and saw that it had escaped its garter prison and was threatening to proclaim its presence to all who looked. I turned so I was facing Jim’s SUV, reached into my pants and maneuvered it back under the garter strap. I heard both men laughing. Not for the first time, I regretted wearing a jacket that stopped just below my waist. This was going to be an interesting experience.
We had arrived at the WalMart where I had met Jim. Pete and I started walking toward the store, him in front and me following closely behind, feeling the plug with every step. I heard Jim’s car starting and pulling out of the parking lot, taking my backpack with him. I was well and fully in their power. That knowledge, and the Suadiye Escort ever present fullness in my ass made keeping my cock under control that much more difficult, as did the feeling of khakis rubbing about fishnets.
We entered the store and passed the ubiquitous greeter in the blue vest. Pete knew where he was going and picked up the pace. I had to take longer steps to keep up with him. This was the part I dreaded: I knew that the butt plug was firmly in place, but, with each step, I could feel it getting ready to fall out onto the floor and show those around what sort of pervert I was. But it was too late to back out: I was committed.
Pete stopped in the women’s lingerie department and waited for me to catch up. He was in the panties section. This WalMart was like all the others: the lingerie department was in the middle of the store, next to the shoe department and completely open. At least there were no changing rooms; I wouldn’t have to face that again. The panties were on two long racks between bras and socks, sorted by size. A Latina matron was thumbing through the panties on the large side. Pete was on the other side.
“So, Soma, what size panty do you wear?”
He spoke in a normal conversational tone that had me blushing, especially when I saw the woman on the other side look up and give me a frown, before returning to her browsing. I walked closer to Pete and spoke softly.
“I think between an 8 and a 9.”
Pete did not believe in speaking softly. “How do you know your panty size?”
I believed in speaking softly in public, especially when discussing women’s underwear. “Well, Sir, I’ve worn them in the past…a long time ago.”
“Of course it was a long time ago, darlin’. Last week? No matter; let’s take a look and see what they have in your size. I’ll find the sexiest thing in one of your sizes and that’s what you’ll wear. OK?”
“Whatever you say, Sir,” I said, hoping he would catch on to my lowered volume. People were wandering around and through this part of the store. I hoped they would assume two older men were shopping for lingerie for their wives. I looked around to make sure no one was watching us…
…and jumped, literally, when I felt a buzzing in my ass. I let out a gasp and the woman across the way gave me another look. I smiled reassuringly at her and tried to get myself under control. What the…
“Now that I have your attention,” Pete said, “perhaps we can finish our shopping. I don’t want to run behind schedule.” He showed me a small remote he had palmed, and I understood. No wonder the butt plug felt so heavy: it was a remote controlled vibrating plug! That’s why Jim had so considerately taken it out of its box before giving it to me.
My cock was responding rapidly to the vibrations. It was a matter of a few seconds before my khakis would be tented and stained. I had to act quickly.
“I’m sorry, Pete,” I said, this time in a normal voice. “I was distracted, but you have my full attention now.”
My shoulders noticeably relaxed as the buzzing went away. I looked at him and mouthed, “Thank you, Sir.”
“What do you think about these? Which do you prefer?” He held up two pair of thong panties, one bright red, the other dark blue. They were relatively modest, as thongs went. The front panel was large and lacy, with an embossed rose, and would hold me in as long as I wasn’t excited. The thong wasn’t a string, but would still fit nicely inside my crack. Neither had a gusset that would absorb moisture. At this point, I just needed something to keep my cock in check: willpower was not cutting it.
“I think the blue one looks nice, Sir. Ooh!” That latter came as the buzzing kicked in again. The lady across the way looked up again. She seemed even more puzzled by our presence. Why was she still there? Hadn’t she found what she was looking for?
“Wrong answer, Soma,” Pete smiled. “The blue one looks nice, but we’re not looking for nice, are we?”
I could feel the precum starting. “Nnnn…no, Sir. We’re looking for sexy.” The buzzing stopped. “I suppose the red one, then…nnnnng…please, Sir!”
“No, Soma, this is supposed to be for you. I shouldn’t have presumed to force you to make my choice. On the other hand, you went along without question. You really shouldn’t be so willing to give in. Don’t be afraid to stand up for your preferences: I’ll respect you for it. Of course, as you can see, it won’t really change anything for you, but that’s your problem, isn’t it?”
“Yyyyes, Suadiye Escort Bayan Sir. But, please, Sir, we need to go, don’t we?”
“I suppose we do, Soma. Actually, looking at your pants, it looks like once of us already has.” And the buzzing stopped.
I glanced down and saw a small dark spot on the front of my khakis and knew I was in trouble.
“Sir, I’ll wear whatever you wish. I want to wear what pleases you.”
“That’s a diplomatic answer, and a wise one. Let’s go with the blue, then.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Why don’t you carry it to the checkout? I’ll pay for it when we get there.” He handed it to me. As we walked away, I turned and saw the woman looking at us and laughing to herself. If Pete’s intention was to mortify and humiliate me, he had succeeded admirably. But why wasn’t my cock shrinking in shame? I was having to slouch to hide it. Time for square roots before the plug in my ass, the garter strap rubbing on my cock and the panties in my hand sent me into full sensory overload.
Somehow, I made it the front in one piece. I headed toward the self-checkout, but Pete made a gesture toward his hand and the remote.
“Are you really sure you want to use self-service, Soma? I like the human touch, myself.”
I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. Let the world see me jack off on the WalMart floor: I didn’t care any more.
“As you wish, Sir,” I sighed and tried to find the shortest line.
Pete glance at his wrist. “Will you look at the time? We’re running late…better hit the self-service checkout.”
Bastard. “Thank you, Sir,” I said out loud, not caring who heard.
He smiled at me. “I was having my bit of fun, but don’t worry: you’re in good hands.” And I hoped that was true.
The only person at the self-service was the ubiquitous middle-aged man in the blue vest. He smirked at my purchase, but I didn’t care: at the end of the day, I’d have a belly full of cum and he’d have finished another shift at a dead end job. I gave him my best pitying smile and turned to Pete.
“OK, Sir, you can pay for them now…and thank you for getting them for me.”
He gave me a puzzled look, then shrugged and pulled out his plastic, while I put them in a bag. We walked back into the cold and wind and I followed him to his car, which was on the far end of the parking lot. During the long walk, the plug was a constant reminder of my situation, and a constant stimulation, even without the vibrator going. His car, a dark blue Prius (the same shade as the panties in my bag…interesting coincidence) with tinted side windows, was at the end of the parking lot, facing a row of shrubs. He opened the door for me and, after tossing my jacket into the back seat, I sat gingerly. He got in and turned to me.
“And now, Soma, I believe it’s time for you to get dressed and thank me properly.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly. I pulled the panties out of the bag and took them off the hanger.
“Give those to me. While you’re losing your pants, I’ll cut out the tags. I hate tags: they ruin the look of good lingerie.”
While he did that, I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. I shimmied my pants over my hips and down my legs. It was awkward reaching down to pull them off, but I manage to do so without too many knee bumps. My cock was straining to escape its bondage and was covered in precum. I used two fingers to scoop off as much as I could and sucked them dry a tasty appetizer as I prepared for the main course. I squeezed up the shaft to gather everything I could before I put on my new panties.
“Let me help with that,” Pete said, and squeezed my cock with his hand.
“That’s freezing! What are you doing, Sir?”
“Getting your cock down to size. Nothing like a handful of ice to reduce the old libido, eh? Here’s a napkin: dry it off.”
I guess I can’t say Pete wasn’t considerate. My cock was down to a size that it would fit in my new panties. He handed them to me and I lifted one knee carefully: I wanted to keep all this activity below window height. The sides were tinted, but someone, or some surveillance camera, could still look through the rear window. I pulled the panties over my foot and up to my thigh. I lowered that leg and raised the other. I was thankful for the Fitness+ yoga routines I was doing to increase my flexibility. I slipped my stockinged foot in and, raising my tush, pulled the panties up until the thong was firmly ensconced between my cheeks. I adjusted my scrotum Escort Suadiye so both cock and balls were completely in the front panel.
Pete gave a whistle. “That’s a hot look you’re sportin’, Soma. Those panties go well with the stockings. Jim has good taste in sissy clothes. I’m definitely ready for that hot mouth of yours to drain my balls.”
He unzipped his jeans, revealing that he was going commando. He unsnapped the top and pulled the denim to each side to let me see his cock and balls in all their glory. And they were glorious. His cock was at least seven inches long, uncut and ready for action. Thankfully, it wasn’t thick, so I had a chance of surviving the encounter. I’m still not sure how he managed to avoid bulging out in the store. The carpet matched the drapes: his pubic hair was the same shade of brown as his mustache and look just as wiry. His balls were a matched set for his cock: large and firm, as best I could tell from the hair that covered his scrotum. I was going to be picking hairs out of my mouth for sure.
“OK, darlin’, time to stop gawking and start sucking’,” he drawled as he put his hands on my head and pulled it down to his lap. There was a sudden urgency in his motion that belied his speech. He was horny and ready to use me. This was no time for making love to the cock. I opened my mouth and exhaled gently on his cock…
…and found myself impaled on his cock, my nose millimeters away from his body, inhaling his musk and feeling the hairs tickling my nose. My gag reflex kicked in, and I was lucky not to throw up. I closed my lips tight over his shaft and tried to pull up, but his hands were holding me down. I cried out as best I could and waved my hands to let him know I was in trouble. He saw that and pulled me up and off his cock.
“Too deep for you, darlin’? I guess you just aren’t ready for a real man’s cock. Time for you to learn.” And with that, he lowered my head yet again, this time more slowly and not as far down. I relaxed my hands and tried to relax my throat, keeping my mouth tightly clamped against his shaft.
He pulled my head up and down. It was clear he was in charge and was using me as his human Fleshlight. I kept my tongue moving on his shaft as best I could and, when he pulled me up, I slurped and circled his head. My tongue was being painted with his secretions. For a moment, I thought he had cum, but it was merely the constant stream of precum, which I had to swallow as fast as it came. My tongue was coated with it and I was in my happy place, not having to do anything but let him move my head up and down his cock. My tongue was busy exploring the many veins and ridges that were passing by. My groans changed from panic to pleasure. In the distance, I could feel my cock head pushing against the panties confining it.
And then, I screamed into his cock as the butt plug went crazy in my ass. At almost the same time, he pulled his cock to the top of my mouth, with the bottom of his mushroom head touching my lips, and exploded. A jet of thin liquid shot over my tongue toward my belly, followed by his cock, as he gave it a sudden push into my mouth. His back pulled away from the seat and he went rigid as his cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. I struggled to pull my head up so I could get some of that cum on my tongue, but his hands threatened to squeeze my skull in. We were locked in a frozen tableau of lust.
After an eternity of bliss, Pete relaxed back into the seat and released the pressure on my head. He was struggling to catch his breath and, based on the sounds he was making, I feared he was having an asthma attack, or worse. I raised my head off his cock.
“Are you OK, Sir?”
“Damn, boy, you know how to make a guy die happy, but I think I’m going to make it.”
“I’m glad, Sir.” I lay my head on his lap, ignoring the rough feel of the denim on my cheek and returned to his cock, finally able to take it into my mouth on my terms. It was shrinking, but not much, and I ran my tongue over it to get every bit of his cum that I could. He twitched a couple of times and I made sure to move my tongue to his slit to capture every last dreg of his eruption. It was thinner than I liked, and more bitter, but it was his and that made it special. I swallowed it down, and licked carefully to make sure his cock was clean. I continued to suckle on him as his breathing returned to normal. Finally, he lifted my head up gently and I returned to my upright position.
“Whew! That was…something else, Sir. Thank you for a delicious feeding.”
“Just marking my territory, darlin’.”
I liked the sound of that. Only one thing was needed to make it perfect.
“Sir, could you please turn off the plug? I would hate to ruin the panties you gave me.”
To be continued