Panties for Sale

by York, Mattie

  Alex stepped back into her new fiery red heels. She felt extremely turned on. Martial was magnetic and the electricity between them made her feel bold. Keeping beat with the slow sultry music; she broke away from Marital’s embrace and pushed him backwards onto the bed. She swayed her hips seductively, tracing the curves of her body with her hands, enjoying the way he watched her. She turned her back to him as she unhooked her bra and slowly lowered her lace panties. Coming back up, she turned back around and squeezed her breasts together. Her nipples were already hard so she licked her finger and then flicked them moaning in pleasure. Martial’s eyes turned wild and he looked like a tiger about to pounce.

  “Baby,” Martial reached out and pulled her to the bed. He groaned and squeezed her breasts as she fell on top of him. Alex closed her eyes, shivering from sensations of his soft lips and hot breath on her skin. She tugged at his shirt and pulled at his waistband, wanting his naked body tight against hers Martial looked up, his eyes burning with desire. “Let’s do this right.”

  Alex lay down on the bed, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up onto her elbows as Marital stood up. She watched in fervent anticipation as Martial pulled the waistband out and let his pants drop. “Thank you god,” Alex whispered.

  She waited until Martial walked back to the edge of the bed and then crawled over to meet him. She reached out and pulled Martial close to her as he tenderly leaned his face down close to hers. His lips were soft but hard at the same time. He kissed with such intensity, Alex could barely breathe. His tongue pushed its way deep into her mouth, as his fingers reached down her body and teased her. As his fingers entered her, Alex moaned and her body bucked with excitement. She closed her lips around his tongue and sucked it with a ferocity that surprised her. Feeling the strength of his excitement pressing into her leg, she reached down and grabbed him, squeezing hard with her hands. In tandem, she sucked on his tongue and pulled on his shaft, in and out, up and down. “Damn,” Martial gasped when she released his tongue. “What are you.. I’ve never…” Alex lowered herself and took him in her mouth. “Fuck me!” he shouted as his hips jerked back and forth, “I am going to cum!” As Alex slid one finger lower to massage his perineum, Martial’s body shuddered violently, “OH SHIT!”

  Alex wiped her mouth and grinned to herself. She couldn’t believe that creepy old Mr. Nimbin had been right. But that tiny perineum trick sure did make her job easier. She looked over at Martial who was lying sprawled out on the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. That’s it? It can’t be. Alex sat still and watched Martial’s chest rise and fall. After a few seconds, she shrugged and slid off the bed.

  “No baby, I’m not done, just resting. That was damn good.” Martial weakly raised an arm and patted the side of the bed beside him. “Climb on up here and let me look at you again.”

  Alex laughed and climbed up onto the bed. As she straddled Martial he reached up and squeezed her breasts. “Just the view I like.” Alex smiled down at Martial and watched silently as he caressed her breasts. He ran his fingers down her stomach and around her waist. “Damn girl. You got a nice ass too. Yes, nice ass.” He kept one hand on Alex’s lower back as he brought the other hand to the front. He bent his knees, pulling Alex closer to him and and slid a finger inside. “I excite you, don’t I?”

  “Yes.”

  “You like my big cock, don’t you?” Martial chuckled. “Do me a favour honey, play with your nipples for me.”

  Alex squeezed her breasts together as she closed her eyes and leaned back. She moaned softly as Martial’s long fingers reached deep inside her. Arching her back in pleasure as she felt him flick her g-spot. She could feel him hard behind her, twitching, reaching for her, wanting her as much as she wanted him. “Please,” she looked down at him, “put it in.”

  Alex couldn’t’ believe how good Martial felt inside her. It was as if he was perfectly made for her. She rocked back and forth on top of him, stretching her legs far apart so he could push himself in deep. She squeezed her muscles and moved up and down. The pleasure was so intense. Alex gasped as Martial reached around and slid one finger gently inside her from behind. “God, yes.” It felt so good. She leaned forward grabbing onto Martial’s shoulders, as she pumped up and down, sweat starting to drip from her forehead. “Oh god,” Alex gasped in surprise, “I’m going to cum!” She groaned as her whole body trembled.

  Alex opened her eyes and smiled at Martial. Now this was an appointment she had enjoyed. “Thanks baby,” Alex leaned over and kissed him, “you are fucking amazing.” She slowly climbed off of Martial and began to crawl off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.

  “Where are you going sexy?” Martial grabbed her and pulled her back. “We ain’t done yet.”

  “Oh, no?” Alex laughed liking the way he wrapped his strong arms around her, loving the fact that he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “I wanna cum. You can’t leave me here all hot and bothered. You did this,” he pointed to his massive heart on, “you’ve got to fix it. It needs you.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Of course I will.” She leaned down to take him in her mouth.

  “Uh huh,” Martial shook his head, “not that way. You’ve got me wanting something a bit more rare.”

  “Oh? Rare?”

  “Yeah, baby. I want your ass.”

  “Oh, no. I’m sorry, I don’t do that.”

  “Hell yeah, you do. You just took three fingers.”

  “But I was excited,” Alex wished it hadn’t felt so damned good. She knew she should have stopped him earlier. “I’m sure Angela told you, I don’t do that.”

  “No, she told me you did. Why do you think you got me all excited?”

  Alex swallowed hard and ran her fingers through her hair. She knew she had told Angela she didn’t do that. Of course she didn’t. She hated that. It hurt. She had only ever done it once. And that was enough. And her boyfriend had been nowhere as big as Martial.

  “I ain’t arguing,” Martial crawled around her body and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Alex tried to resist but he was strong. Too strong. And she was here alone and naked. Damn, damn, damn, Alex cursed Angela.

  Martial reached between her legs and pulled her closer to him. He ran his hands over her backside. “Relax baby, I ain’t going to hurt you. You’ll like it.”

  Alex bit her lip and tried to relax but all she kept thinking of was the pain she knew was going to come. Breathe, she told herself, breathe. She gasped as she felt Martial’s hot breath on her and felt his wet tongue inside her. Oh god. That felt very good. She moaned softly as she felt her body involuntarily surrendering. Martial reached up and grabbed Alex’s hand bringing it down and guiding her.

  “Do it for yourself, baby,” he crooned as he pulled Alex’s hips closer to him. “Get yourself ready for me, baby.”

  “Slowly,” Alex cried out, “go slow.” She tried to relax, and concentrate on her breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. But it felt like a knife was slowly slicing her in half. “Ow, ow,” Alex tried to pull away.

  “Relax baby,” Martial kissed the back of her neck. “Oh, you feel so good. Almost in, so tight baby.” Alex gritted her teeth. She could feel him pushing inside her, squeezing his massive size into her tiny very non-hospitable hole. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to concentrate on relaxing. She knew if she was tense it would hurt even more. Relax, Relax, she whispered to herself.

  “Oh god, baby, this is the shit. You are the shit,” Martial held her tight as her body tried to pull away. “Almost baby, hold on, almost.”

  “Shiiiittttt,” she slammed her face into the pillows screaming as he thrust himself into her.

  “Oh god baby, yes baby,” he grunted as he pushed himself in further. He grabbed her by the hips and pumped himself faster and faster. “Oh fuck, yeah.”

  “Damn,” Martial gasped when he had caught his breath. “Yes, maam. You are one sexy woman. I am definitely going to have Angela send you again. So tight.” He sl
apped her ass as he let her go. “Now you can go,” he laughed. “Now you can go.” Chuckling, he sauntered into the bathroom.

  Alex slowly crawled to the edge of the bed. She picked up her clothes as she walked into the sitting room, dressing slowly. At least, I don’t have to ask for money, she thought as she closed the hotel door behind her.

  28

  Chieko stepped out of the elevator, darted across the hall and ducked into the stairwell. She dropped her large shopping bag on the cold concrete floor, unbuttoned her long dress and let it drop to the floor as she kicked her sandals off. “Damé!” she wrestled a pair of black knee-high stiletto boots out from her bag. She carefully squeezed her feet into the tight fitting boots and then bent down to zip up each one. “Ok, Ok, I can do this.” She stood up, pulled down her short black leather mini skirt and adjusted her chest in her new very tight black bustier. “Baka!” she bent down, balancing precariously in her stilettos to rummage around in the bottom of her bag. Finally, triumphantly, she pulled out her short black flogger.

  The heavily pierced sales girl had decided it would be the best choice for Chieko. It was short and flexible. A nice easy size. Good for beginners. And Chieko didn’t want to argue. “No one uses real whips any more, man” the sales girl had explained to Chieko and Alex. “Too dangerous. You know, the assholes out there these days. They don’t just whip the air. Then you get all these businessmen with serious welts on their ass who can’t sit down in their office,” she laughed, “or explain why. No, seriously,” she held the black toy up by the long strips of plastic,” they are the best. We sell tons.” She stroked the handle and smiled at Chieko as she flicked her tongue ring against her teeth.

  Chieko giggled as she flicked the flogger in the quiet stairway a few times. “Aii yi!” she shouted as she whipped the wall. Then she whipped her boots. The salesgirl was right. It didn’t hurt. She whipped it around her waist. “Ohma!” she gasped as it hit her bare back. Ok, maybe it hurt a bit. Like being flicked with a wet towel. Chieko stuffed the flogger down the middle of her bustier and peeked out of the stair way door.

  No one was in sight so Chieko quickly ran down the hall towards room 582. There was a large mirror hanging on the wall just before the hotel room so she stopped and re-adjusted her bustier, trying to create as much cleavage as possible. She patted down her hair and nervously applied one more coat of bright red lipstick. “What am I doing?” she asked her reflection. “Can I really do this?”

  It had sounded like a good idea when she and Alex had devised the plan. And it had been too funny shopping for the outfit. The sex shop Alex had taken her too was unbelievable. Chieko had no idea how Alex even knew how to find it. It was so different from the easy to recognize, neon lit shops in Japan. The ones with pink sex toys, cute costumes, phallic shaped candy and girl’s panties in the window.

  No, this store was very different. It didn’t even have a name. The outside was painted black. You had to ring a doorbell just to be allowed to enter. Inside was even more, um, different. There were rows of black leather suits and dog collars. Whips, masks and hand cuffs hanging from the walls behind stacks of dildos, perfumed oils and various sizes of chains. One whole room was dedicated entirely to videos. Chieko had been shocked, no, terrified, just looking at the covers, especially of the XXXX videos. One DVD showed a woman in a dark room with 20 naked men. Another of a woman pleasuring a horse. How was that even possible? And why?

  There were so many other things that Chieko didn’t even begin to understand. Like the machine on the wall with hooks, clamped handcuffs and a leather mask. The gothic salesgirl had tried to convince Chieko that a man actually enjoys being tied up on the wall masked and then whipped.

  Chieko still didn’t know if she believed that the pleasure wall in the back was real. At first, she had thought maybe it was a weird modern art wall. “No, man,” the sales girl pulled Chieko away when she tried to touch the painted wall filled with small holes. “I wouldn’t do that. We rent it out. Great for parties.” Chieko must have looked confused because the salesgirl laughed before she explained. “You see, the room is kinda dark, just with a blue light. And people stick their tongues or fingers, or whatever through the holes. Yeah, it gets guys off, you know, if no one can see who is kissing or licking, you know, whatever.”

  But now, that Chieko was actually here, all dressed up, just outside Mr. Nimbin’s hotel room, she wasn’t sure. What if he screamed? Alex had said he might. Chieko tried to calm herself. She had spent a lot of money on this. And if Mr. Nimbin didn’t like it; so what. It would be good practice. She could use the outfit again. Mr. Roberts might really like it. She did look totally hot. Chieko smiled at herself in the mirror. She liked her new hair cut too. It worked with this outfit. Long straight hair with square bangs and a dog collar around her neck. She looked strong. Almost like an action hero. “Ok, I can do this. I can be strong.”

  She knocked loudly and the door of 5712 and then slid out of sight. As the door slowly opened, Chieko took a deep breath in and then kicked it in hard with her boot. “Oh! Who are you? What do you want?” Mr. Nimbin ran back into the room, cowering behind the curtains.

  Chieko dropped her bag and kicked the door shut. She flicked her flogger confidently as she walked slowly into the room. “I am Abby,” Chieko used her code name, “You hired me.”

  “I did? From Angela?” Mr. Nimbin peered from behind the curtains. “But, you are not, I mean, not what I asked for. Angela said you were quiet, small. ”

  “Stop,” Chieko flicked her flogger against the wall. “Stop talking, listen to me.” In her boots, Chieko noticed that she towered over Mr. Nimbin. She reached out and yanked the curtains open. Mr. Nimbin looked frantic, his eyes glancing wildly around the room, but he didn’t move. “I can make this easy, or I can make this difficult,” she traced the side of his face with the blunt end of her fogger. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Chieko could almost smell Mr. Nimbin’s fear and it sent a thrill up her spine.

  “Pay me first, and then we can start.”

  “Yes, of course.” Mr. Nimbin scurried over to the TV to grab a white envelope. Chieko turned around to face him as he offered it to her.

  “Open it.”

  “But it is for you.”

  Chieko flicked her flogger against the drapes. “Don’t’ speak. Open it.”

  Mr. Nimbin opened the envelope and handed it to her.

  “Count it.”

  “It is $400. That’s what I put in.”

  “Oh, so you don’t tip me? I am not worth a tip?”

  “Oh no, I don’t, um, I’m not sure.”

  Chieko flicked the flogger in the air, close to Mr. Nimbin’s body making him jump. “Don’t you know you must tip a girl? It is only polite.”

  “Yes, yes of course.” Mr. Nimbin rummaged through his suit jacket that was hung up in the closet.

  “Here you are,” Mr. Nimbin held out a twenty dollar bill.

  “Is that it? Kechi oyaji! (cheap old man)” Chieko whipped the flogger against the bedside table. “You are making me angry.” She grabbed the money and stuffed it down her bustier, glaring at Mr. Nimbin.

  “Oh no, please don’t be angry, I can….”

  Chieko whipped the flogger in the air dangerously close to his leg. “Don’t talk. Take your clothes off, now.”

  Mr. Nimbin ran over to the closet and started to take off his clothing, carefully hanging up each article as he removed it. At first Chieko stood and watched him in amazement. She had never seen a grown man be so neat, so conscientious. Alex was right. It was odd.

  “Damé! No!” Mr. Nimbin shrieked and jumped as Chieko hit him on the bare legs with the flogger. Chieko grabbed his shirt and yanked it off the hanger, throwing it across the room. “Your turn. Your pants. Throw them.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t ask, just do it!” Chieko held the flogger up threateningly.

  “But, my mother, the crease,” Mr. Nimbin mumbled as he slid the pants off
the hanger and carefully dropped them on the floor. Chieko bit her lip to stop her from laughing out loud.

  “Come here,” Chieko walked to the middle of the room.

  Mr. Nimbin followed Chieko and stood before her, crossing his arms awkwardly over his naked body.

  “I said everything off,” she reached forward and yanked his boxers down. “Ohma! Impressive.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, you are a strong man. I like strong man.”

  Mr. Nimbin smiled up at Chieko. Chieko’s stomach dropped and she took a step back. Here was an older man, standing in front of her, completely naked, except for short black socks. With his short skinny body, with his balding head, sunken chest, saggy skin and his gray hair, he looked so old. And scared. He had wild deer eyes. Like her own eyes on her appointment with Mr. Forrester. He could be my grandfather, Chieko shuddered. She looked down at his big red hard on. What the hell am I doing? She whipped the curtains and walked over to the side of the bed, flogging the pillows to hide her face.

  When she regained her composure, Chieko turned back around. Mr. Nimbin was standing at the foot of the bed watching her. “Come over here.” Following the plan, Chieko put one boot on the side of the bed and pulled up her skirt. “Touch me. Now.”

  Mr. Nimbin reached out his hands and touched the inside of Chieko’s thigh. Chieko closed her eyes and shivered at his touch. He was still a man, after all. No matter how old he was. “Do you know how to really pleasure a woman?”

  Mr. Nimbin nodded.

  “Do it. Now.” Chieko closed her eyes as she felt Mr. Nimbin trace his finger along the inside of her thigh. She bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning aloud and dropped the flogger onto the bed. “No, with your mouth. Use your tongue.”

  “No.”