by D. L. Savage
“Very good, slut,” Mistress Helen said behind me.
As the cock softened a little then quickly withdrew, disappearing into the blackness behind the hole, I have to admit that I felt a little sad that I hadn’t had a chance to suck it, but then the thought vanished from my mind as I felt Mistress Helen’s hands on me, running down over my chest …
I thought for a moment she might be about to play with my cock, but instead, with her long, manicured fingers, she wiped up more of this second stranger’s cum from my bare thighs and fed it to me.
He tasted much more sour than the first guy, but I lapped it all up anyway from Mistress’s long thin fingers like a good, dirty little slut.
In fact, I was still licking it all up from myself when I saw a third cock sliding through the hole. Straight away, I could see that it this one was absolutely gigantic. It seemed to just keep on sliding through the hole, until eventually a huge swollen pair of balls popped through too. I looked down at this monster dick, my mouth now completely agape. It was enormous: with thick veins running up its sides. It looked rock hard, too, and I could see the veins and head pulsing and throbbing.
It was easily as big as my forearm.
I stood up and tiptoed towards it, then knelt in front of it, tugging my dress up around my thighs, my own hard cock jutting out prominently from between my legs.
It smelled a little different to the last; an even stronger, muskier scent, and there was a drop of clear liquid oozing from its tip that glistened in the darkness.
I reached out and I found I couldn’t even close my fingers fully round its hot, firm shaft. Slowly and gently, I began jerking it, first with one hand, then with two, all the while watching as the clear drop of liquid grew bigger and the head seemed to pulse, in time with my stroking. I used his own precum as a lube, slicking him with his own juices, then I leant forward, extended my tongue and lapped up the last large clear drop right from its tip.
Surprisingly, it tasted sweet and I hungrily licked again at the stranger’s cock head, swirling my whole tongue around its velvety purple tip, my saliva coating it completely.
From behind the thin wall came a deep groan of pleasure.
I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, so wide I felt my jaw straining, and guided the huge cock towards it, but the head was so large that I could only get the very end of it into my mouth. I lapped my tongue again and the taught skin felt really slick and smooth.
I tried to open my mouth even wider, but my jaw began to ache and hurt, so, with a pang of disappointment, I stopped trying to suck it and just went back to jerking and lapping at the head, as more clear beads of liquid pulsed from its huge slit, filling my mouth with their strong taste.
After a while, my knees began to hurt too, so I brought myself back up to my feet, keeping my head level with the hole and sticking my slutty little ass high in the air as I jerked the massive cock with both hands, licking at its head and occasionally trying to suck at the small portion of it that I could fit into my mouth.
Just then, I felt Mistress’s hands grip my buttocks from behind.
What the hell? I thought.
“Don’t stop, Slut,” she commanded from behind.
So I did as I was told, jerking the cock before me and lapping at it with my tongue, as Mistress’s hands began exploring the smooth curves of my ass.
With one sharp movement she tugged down my thong and I felt it fall around my ankles.
Then her fingers slid between my legs, then up towards my asshole, and then back again. I could feel the hard almost-painful yearning of my own cock to be touched, and when she did finally grab it and begin to jerk it, the feeling gave me such a hot jolt of electricity ran through me that I had to stop jerking the cock as I cried out in pleasure.
“Keep going, Slut,” she commanded.
Once more I tried to focus on the cock in front of me, while Mistress Helen’s fingers slid up and down my cock, her other hand also beginning to massage in circles around my tight little asshole.
I gasped again and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to focus on jerking the cock and moving my tongue in frantic circles around its head, feeling it grow and pulse in my hands, and I was right on the brink of cumming, when Mistress stopped masturbating me.
“I didn’t tell you to stop jerking that cock, Slut,” she commanded.
I reached down to touch my cock, but she slapped my hand away.
So with a delicious shiver, still on the very bring of my own orgasm, I focused once again on the deep purple dick in front of me, gushing with precum now.
Finally I felt the cock grow impossibly, monstrously big between my hands, as behind the wall there came a low, deep grunt, and then my whole face and neck was engulfed in a wet, hot explosion.
The cock juddered and spasmed, each time sending out thick hot ropes of cum, spurting into my mouth and splashing against my tonsils and teeth. I spat out great mouthfuls of the sour, salty fluid, feeling it flow over my chin, and hearing it spatter in drops against the tiled floor beneath me.
And just then, I felt Mistress Helen’s hands once more close around my cock, jerking me from behind until, with a deep shudder and a yelp of pleasure, I too came, spurting my own hard jets of cum against the grubby grey wall of the video booth.
Once I had cleaned myself up a little with a few paper towels, Mistress Helen held the door open for me and I tottered unsteadily on my heels, back into the dimly lit corridor, my legs now feeling like jello.
I felt her hand on my shoulder as she guided me back out through the main harshly-lit room of the store, and I felt the eyes of all the dirty old men in there, looking up at me.
How many of them have I sucked? I wondered.
Back out in the street, I relished the cool night air on my hot shivering skin, and I felt so alive and excited, so different to my usual self.
I was truly a slut - a horny dirty slut - and I loved it!
“Thank you for a great night, Mistress, I’ve really enjoyed myself!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my newfound happiness.
“Who said the night’s over just yet?” Mistress Helen replied with a wink.
And just like that, she took my arm and led me off into the city, and on to a whole new adventure.
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7
Miss Scarlet’s Secret
Miss Scarlet. That was the name Jeff had given the mysterious redhead who always came into his store on Wednesday evenings. She was by far the sexiest customer on his beat, not that Jeff was starved for action the rest of the week.
When he’d first got the job as security guard in the lingerie department of the womenswear store, it had seemed like a dream come true. For hours on end, Jeff would stand there, watching all kinds of women — old and young, all races and body types — picking out selections of panties and bras from the wide selection on offer. And over the course of a few months on the job, Jeff became quite the panty expert too. If you gave him a certain type of girl, he could, nine-times-out-of-ten, guess correctly what kind of panties she usually wore.
Teen girls always chose colorful thongs, for instance, while harried-looking moms picked out conservative granny panties in creams and whites. Sexy older women, meanwhile, often favored g-strings and thongs in darker colors: blacks and deep purples.
Yes, Jeff was becoming quite the expert, as he stood in his regular spot in the corner of the lingerie department, shift after shift, watching all these different women pick out their panties.
But there was one woman in particular — Miss Scarlet — who always caught Jeff’s attention.
Miss Scarlet was extremely tall and slim, with long toned legs and a hot little ass. She wore clothes that were right at that midpoint between sexy and conservative, too, and frustratingly she didn’t easily fall into one of Jeff’s regular categories. Often she would wear black stockings with visible seams running down the back, and flimsy white blouses, and tight-fitting black skirts that showed off the smooth roun
d curves of her tight little butt. From what Jeff saw of her shopping habits, Miss Scarlet was a thong girl. She often favored silkier fabrics, and chose her panties in plain simple colors: sometimes white, sometimes black, and very occasionally a hot pink or purple.
Her hair was long and glossy and naturally red, and she often accentuated the delicious paleness of her skin with bright red lipstick and lashings of jet black mascara. And to top it all off, Miss Scarlet always wore pearls too — great shiny strings of pearls that hung above her ample bosom.
Man, I’d love to give her a different kind of pearl necklace, Jeff often thought, as he watched Miss Scarlet float elegantly around the store, always just before closing on a Wednesday evening, lifting silky bras and thongs from their hooks and dropping them casually into her basket.
And then, as always, she would give him just the very slightest little smile and nod, before sauntering coolly past him and into the women’s fitting rooms.
What Jeff would give to be a fly on the wall in Miss Scarlet’s cubicle as she tried on all her sexy new panties! Week after week, the thought of it drove him absolutely wild. Jeff lived alone, and each Wednesday night after his shift at the store ended, he would hurry home to his small, cheap apartment, tugging his dick from his pants almost the moment he got through the door, quickly masturbating himself to orgasm as he fantasized about images of Miss Scarlet, pulling on another pair of her silky little panties.
If only there was some way I could spy into that cubicle while she was getting changed, Jeff thought to himself, as always.
But then one night, as if by chance, he happened upon an online advert that changed everything …
Discreet spy cams! the advert proclaimed. Simply place this spy camera wherever you want for 100% covert filming! Afterwards, simply plug it into a computer to view the results!
Jeff looked at the hefty price-tag of the camera, which was almost a week’s wages, and wondered if he was really about to buy it. A boring sensible part of him told him to just ask her out on a freaking date instead and stop being such a creeper. But then another kinky, curious side told him that if he really wanted to see exactly what went on in that cubicle, then this was his only way.
Well, here goes nothing, Jeff thought as he clicked the ‘buy’ button and began to fill out his bank details.
That week, as Jeff waited for his package to arrive, he wondered just how he was going to fit it into the cubicle. On the Monday night, after locking up the store, he headed back to the shop floor and entered the empty fitting rooms. There was an abandoned store cupboard, right at the back of the little corridor, chock full of old mannequins with missing arms and legs and a few dusty old brooms and ‘warning: wet floor’ signs. Jeff pushed everything out of the way, realizing with a few gentle taps that the back wall to the store cupboard was extremely thin and flimsy, made of some kind of cheap painted wood.
Fuck it, Jeff thought, giving the wall a heavy shoulder barge. And lo and behold, with a crack and a splinter, it came away at one side, creating a large dark crack, which Jeff could just about squeeze himself through. And just like that, he found himself in the gloomy, dusty corridor that ran directly behind the fitting rooms. He almost couldn’t believe his luck! All he had to do, he realized, was to drill a tiny little hole in the wall of the fitting room, and place his spy cam in it!
His plan was really coming together …
Jeff had added the ‘Express Delivery’ option and his package arrived on Tuesday morning, about an hour before he set off for work. He pulled it excitedly from its packaging, marveling at how fantastic modern technology was! This tiny little device — with a lens about the same size as a nickel at one end, and a USB connector on the other — was Jeff’s ticket to finally getting a glimpse of just what went on inside Miss Scarlet’s cubicle.
Now all he had to do was to choose which cubicle to fit the thing to, before her visit on Wednesday evening …
So that evening, after a regular shift at the store, he hung around afterwards, taking an extra long time to lock up, ensuring that he was the only one remaining on the premises before once again slipping into his little secret passage behind the cubicles.
He chose the cubicle at the far end, on the right hand side, and with a little hand-drill and file that he’d brought in from home, he made a hole just big enough to fit his secret camera.
Then he went around and into the cubicle to check out how it looked from the customer’s side.
Pretty good!
You’d have to be really looking for it to notice it, and luckily, as the walls of the cubicle were painted black, the dark lens blended in pretty well. Jeff had positioned it at about waist-height, so as to get the best view …
Finally, Wednesday came around, and Jeff hoped to God that Miss Scarlet came along at her regular time, about an hour before store-closing.
When it was almost time, he waited for a lull in customers in the fitting rooms, then quickly dashed down the corridor and into the store cupboard, closing the door firmly behind him. He squeezed into the dusty little corridor at the back and reached out to set his camera to ‘record’. As he touched the little button, he hoped that the site’s claim of “Over two hours recording time in crystal HD quality!” was really true.
Then, as he left the store cupboard, he picked up a few ‘Out of Order’ signs, and hung them on all but the far end cubicle.
This caused a few sighs of compliant and annoyance from the remaining customers that last hour, and Jeff positioned himself by the entrance to the fitting rooms, nervously watching and waiting for Miss Scarlet to arrive.
When he finally saw her — catching a quick, electrifying glimpse of her bright red hair from over the top of a display of bras — his stomach flipped over on itself in excitement.
And when she approached the door to the fitting room, a basket dangling from her slender pale arm, Jeff noticed all those silky, sexy panties she was planning to try on and shivered.
She gave him her usual smile and nod, and this time, Jeff spoke up, saying, “I’m afraid the cubicle at the end on the far right is the only one free just now, Madam. So sorry about the inconvenience.”
She just smiled again, mysteriously, and then headed past him, and as she swished away out of sight, Jeff breathed in her sweet, expensive scent, his cock swelling a little in his boxer shorts in anticipation of what he would see that evening with any luck …
Jeff hurried home after work with the USB stick clutched tightly in his sweaty grip. Everything on his journey seemed to take so much longer than usual — first the bus was late, then there seemed to be more passengers getting on and off than normal — and he found he just couldn’t get seem to get back to his apartment quick enough.
And he had something else in the pocket of his jacket too, which he allowed himself to touch his fingers against occasionally, each time causing a little shiver of excitement around his body as he did so …
Because after Miss Scarlet had come out of the fitting rooms again that evening, she’d left the basket of panties she’d tried on but didn’t want to buy right there by the doorway with all the other unwanted items, and so Jeff had surreptitiously reached in and grabbed a silky white thong, stuffing it into the pocket of his uniform, planning to sniff it later as he watched his spy cam video and masturbated.
The thought that this sexy wisp of material had rubbed right against Miss Scarlet’s pussy lips and slipped up between her ass cheeks was almost too much for Jeff to take!
Finally, he got home and raced up the stairs to his first-floor apartment, slamming the door behind him and then taking his seat at the computer, fumbling the USB stick into his computer.
This was it … the moment he’d been waiting for, for so long now … the moment when he would finally see Miss Scarlet’s sexy ass and pussy as she tried on all those panties.
Jeff waited for the computer to acknowledge the device, and then clicked on the file that it said the camera had recorded.
File corru
pt, the computer replied.
What the hell?
Jeff clicked it again, and again, and again, but each time it said the same thing.
“Motherfucker!” he said out loud.
What a fucking joke!
He was livid, absolutely shaking with rage and frustration now.
Not only had he wasted over a week’s wages, but he was still no better off than before!
Well, he remembered, he still had the panties at least.
He slipped them out of his pocket and examined them closely, holding them up to his face. They were so different to any kind of underwear he’d ever worn. So soft and silky. He looked at that little strip of fabric at the back that had made its way between Miss Scarlet’s perfect ass cheeks, perhaps even touching right up against her asshole, and then he brought the panties to his face and inhaled deeply. They just smelled of clean new fabric, but he felt a tiny flicker of excitement as he realized just what he was about to do next …
Jeff had never been into anything kinky before. His sex life and fantasies up until this point had been pretty vanilla. But that evening in his apartment, all worked up and horny at the thought of Miss Scarlet in these very panties that he was holding, Jeff found he wanted to go one step further and discover exactly what it felt like to wear them.
So he hurriedly stripped out of his work clothes, tugged off his boxer shorts, and then pulled on the thong, focusing on the feel of the silky material as it slid up his muscular legs, then began to tightly cup his swollen balls. With another tug he felt it slip tightly between his butt cheeks, his swollen dick creating a big fat bulge in the front of the shiny white stretchy material.
Jeff groaned, more turned on than he’d ever been before.
This felt so fucking dirty and kinky and exciting!
With a shiver of pleasure, he tugged his rock-hard cock from the front of the thong, and he only had to masturbate it a couple of times before he felt his orgasm hit, his cock squirting out six thick white ropes of cum as his body shuddering from the force of his pleasure, which was way more intense than usual.
