I do my best to get dressed, choosing shell pink french knickers which are loose and cool around my swollen, sensitive cunt lips (from my earlier session with the pussy pump) with a matching bra which is made of filmy fabric and lace, underwired with a half cup; it’s like I’m offering my tits out to be fondled and caressed.
I run my hands over my hard nipples, trapped as they are by the tight little bands I’m wearing, the pulse of arousal I feel in my pussy shocks me with its intensity. In truth I want to curl up on my bed and frig myself until I cum (which won’t take long I promise!) but I have made a deal with Big, and I know that pleasure deferred is almost always pleasure multiplied!
Although I can barely think straight, I choose a formfitting pastel blue jumper which clings to my breasts, it allows a hint of the darker flesh of my nipples to show through, naughty but nice! I select a navy blue skirt which has pencil pleats, this feels very free and swirls air around my heated pussy.
I’m SO VERY aware and enjoying every stroke the silky panty fabric makes as it brushes around my pussy and clit. I have to concentrate very hard on the most minor tasks, because I’m thinking with my genitals now, and they want me to lie down, spread my legs apart and be taken roughly by an anonymous cock! I slip into some beautifully soft brown leather boots, which have a high heel and a pointed toe, I know they complement my slim legs.
I grab my keys, phone and bag, pull on a trench coat and wave goodbye to the webcam – I know Big is no longer on line, but I feel as if he’s ‘watching’ how I obey his commands. I walk carefully to the bus stop to ride into town, my legs are like jelly and the friction of walking makes me feel as if I could cum at any moment. Standing at the bus stop waiting, I have to take several deep breaths to steady myself.
A text sounds on my phone, Big’s distinctive signal, and my heart lurches like I’m in a fast lift going down!
“Go to a public toilet. Masturbate until you cum, make sure people hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, my little sex doll.”
OMG! Is he crazy?! I’m excited but also terrified! Sure I’ve got myself off in a ladies’ toilet before now, but always secretly, that’s the reason I carry a silent bullet vibrator hidden in my make-up purse.
The bus looms into view and I get on. Stepping up into the bus I feel a breeze stir up and under my skirt, maybe the people behind me just caught a glimpse up my skirt, at my pert buttocks in pale silky knickers. Let them look, I shrug, apparently today I am going public with my sexuality! I’m lost in my own dark world of arousal as the bus drives its bumpy way to the shopping centre. Even the roughness of the seat fabric stimulates my engorged lips as we drive, and the rumble of the bus engine buzzes to my molten core. My mind runs through lewd images of fucking and licking, fingering and spanking. I try to hang on, holding back on my imminent orgasm, I don’t want to disappoint Big by getting my rocks off too early!
As I walk into the shopping centre my high heels make staccato taps on the tiled floor. It’s not too busy today, being a weekday, so I can get to the ladies’ loos without getting jostled by other shoppers. I can feel moisture from my pussy soaking the gusset of my french knickers now and my heart is beating quite fast. I choose a cubicle and hang up my coat and handbag behind the door, then I locate the little silver bullet shaped vibe within my bag. It looks small but has a powerful buzz and throb when turned up to full power. A girl doesn’t always need something big inside her, but on this occasion I’m amazed how big the silver device feels as I press it between the fat lips of my pussy. The pump has done an amazing job, I’m really swollen down there and the tunnel of my pussy has a strong grip on the little vibe, as I twist its base the buzzing begins.
Immediately I begin groaning with desire, I’m not acting, it really feels so good that I can’t keep quiet! I slide it up and down the banana split that is my cunt and my juicy lips offer no resistance, making slick, slurping noises as I alternate that action with sliding it in and out of my hole. Shit! that IS good! I let the vibe press back to my perineum and then all the way forward to the exaggerated stalk of my clit and BAM! That’s where I want it! It’s hyper sensitive, but I can’t bear to move it away, it feels so good.
“O Shit! O Shit! ” I say this out loud. Today I’m a slutty sex doll, who intends to be overheard, so it’s OK.
“Mmmmmh” I moan and rock my hips forward and back.
The clenching begins in my burning hot core and builds. My climax is galloping towards me like a racehorse, I let my head drop back and make guttural moans as I thrust the vibe steadily in and out of my cunt while using my other hand to circle and pluck my clit. My whole body seems to be throbbing and I squeeze my eyes tight shut, feeling the climax well up through me. My breath is ragged and the clenching throbs continue squeezing my pussy and sphincter, so I clutch the silver vibe deep in my body until I cease to cum and the after shocks diminish and eventually stop. My shoulders are leaning back against the cubicle wall and I attempt to catch my breath.
Once I’m back to myself again, I delve in my bag for my phone to take a photo of my dishevelled but satisfied demeanour, first with the vibe still pushed inside my cunt followed by one where it’s pressed against the darkness of my sodden french knickers. I send the pictures to Big. I’m adjusting my clothes and checking in my handbag mirror that my face isn’t too flushed when I hear a return text from Big.
“Naughty Carrie. I have a boner!
I want to kneel in front of you right now. Lick those juices off your pussy and thighs. How wet you are! I’m rock hard looking at the pictures, stroking myself. If I was there Carrie I would fuck your face until you gagged.”
My pussy pulses with desire at his coarse words, I would love to have Big in front of me licking my pussy clean of all my cum. The thought of his tongue probing between my lips and him sucking on my clit has me squirming and pressing my legs together. BUT I would also love to open my mouth wide and have him jam his cock deep into my throat, yeah I might choke at first, but after a few attempts I’d be swallowing him whole, sucking on his erection and breathing in the musk of his arousal. Feeling my mouth filled with his veiny cock would be bliss, I longed to feel it for real.
“Yes Please!” I texted back “I have a dull gag reflex <wink>”
Not long after sending that he replies with my next dare.
“Go to a women’s’ shop, use the changing rooms and leave your sex-soaked panties on a hook for anyone to find. I like thinking of you walking about with no knickers on and pussy juices running down your thighs.”
Leaving the stall in the ladies, a few people give me sly looks. Two teenage girls barely contain their giggles and they stare at me. Big’s demands have been satisfied again, several women heard me masturbating to orgasm, so I feel strangely proud and elated. My inner ‘bad girl’ has made the transition to sex doll easily!
I wash my hands, on a whim I even give my silver vibrator a rinse under the tap! (More furtive glances and teenage giggles) then I fluff out my hair in front of the mirror, re-apply lip gloss and smooth my sweater over my pert breasts. Yep! You can definitely see my nipples through it, even in the dim lights of the ladies’ room!
Outside, I buy myself a latte to go and then set out in search of a ladies’ outfitter, I want a small exclusive one, not a big shop aimed at teenagers and female office staff. One shop seems aimed at mother of the bride so I swan in, browsing a few high price dresses and suits as if I’m interested in them. Selecting a cocktail dress I hold it up to the sales assistant to indicate I want to try it on. I head into the changing rooms, which have heavy curtains drawn across each cubicle, and duck inside with my potential purchase. I have to walk a little less purposefully than I normally would as my pussy lips still feel swollen and sensitive, rubbing together at every step.
Despite the mind blowing orgasm I just had, I’m starting to feel a tingle of arousal again. I flick up my pleated skirt and shimmy my silky panties over my hips – it’s a shame, I liked these, but a dare is a dare. I hang them on a wall hook in the cubicle, sniffing them, I take a selfie. They smell deliciously sweet-and sour, I love the fragrance of my own pussy juice. I send the picture to Big.
While waiting for my next challenge I admire my labia in the mirror, waxed bare and smooth, still rosy and plump from the vacuum of the pussy-pump which I applied earlier. My clitoris no longer nestles discreetly between the lips, rather it’s distended, its hood clearly visible. My phone sounds, a text from Big.
“Last dare Carrie! – you’re so fucking horny! Go shoe shopping, find a male assistant . I want him to touch your feet putting the shoes on, to get a glimpse of your naked pussy and a whiff of your female arousal.”
Hell fire! Big is a devious dirty man! What a tease he wants me to be. I sense he’s proud of me and my minxy ways, but this one’s a big ask; to flash my pussy at a total stranger, at such very close quarters! I feel flustered and unsettled at the outrageous challenge, and yet … my pussy is heating up again, I want to take this dare!
It isn’t easy to find a shoe shop with male assistants, I walk in, scout round and walk out again about 3 times before I find one. The shoes are expensive but beautifully crafted and elegant so the sales staff hover at the edges of the shop, discrete but eager to help.
I make eye contact with a guy in his early 20s who hurries over. I point out 4 pairs that I like and then spin him the story that I’ve been in a car accident recently and my back is still too stiff to twist and bend, so could he help me try them on.
With a nod and smile he says “Certainly Miss,” and hurries off to the stock room to get the shoes in my size. I settle down on an an upholstered seat and wait. Soon he’s kneeling at my feet with a stack of boxes, he reaches forward and begins to gently remove my boots. His fingers are just a little cooler than my legs and I’m very aware of his touch as he lifts my leg a little and eases the zipper down the boot, gently, as if any sudden move might cause me pain. He proceeds to do the same with the other foot and I wonder if he can smell wafts from my moist pussy from his low vantage point.
Next he reverently unwraps a pair of court stilettos from their tissue paper and gently eases my foot into the sole of the shoe. I allow my knee to rise up while he does this, but am not sure if he can see my lady garden. He carefully lifts my other foot to fit the shoe, this time I’m sure he gets an eyeful as he freezes just a little bit, but then he carries on fitting the shoe before asking how they feel, watching my face very attentively, suggesting I walk around in them. This I duly do, then sit again to try the next pair.
He’s just as solicitous, but I make sure to lift my knee higher than necessary so he can get a clear view of my ‘shaven haven’. I’m confident he can see it when his top lip begins to sweat! I wonder if he can see that it is hairless, or if he is surprised how swollen and engorged it is.
The next 2 pairs of shoes I try are strappy, they give him plenty of scope for handling my calves and feet while easing them into the shoes and tightening up the buckles on my ankles. He rests my foot on his leg which elevates it and he bends down low, supposedly to deal with each fiddly little fastening, but I’m pretty sure he’s looking at my my pulsing snatch.
I’m glad I’ve given myself a pedicure recently as my feet are soft and supple and my toenails painted a vampy claret colour.. As I walk around testing how the shoes feel, I make sure to stand over him while I admire them in the mirror, my short skirt brushing his shoulder. I feel sexy, voluptuous and desirable, a veritable sex doll!
“Would you mind taking a picture of me in these? I want to see if my fella likes them.” I smile at him sweetly and unlock my phone. Sitting back down I do an elaborate leg cross (of which Sharon Stone would be proud) then I strike a playful pose and he takes a picture, which I send to Big.
“Like them?” I text.
“Indeed Carrie! I’ll treat you!” comes his swift reply.
“I’ll take these.” I smile at the sales assistant, “he thinks they look hot!”
“They certainly do!” sales guy replies.
I glance at the trouser bulge he tries to hide as he gathers up the other shoe boxes. I feel another tingle of excitement. I made him horny with a few stolen glimpses of my snatch!
My phone sounds again, which makes my pussy throb with excitement hearing Big’s tone, it’s as if he’s training me to become aroused at his command.
“Did the assistant see your cunt?”
“Did it make him horny? Did he try to touch you?”
“Yes and No.”
“Buy any of the shoes which you liked, You have been very obedient today Carrie!”
At the till, the shop assistant still looks flustered but he also seems delighted when I add the peep toe pair to my order.
We ALL get a happy ending, I think to myself as I walk out of the shop, to catch my bus home; Ready and willing to perform delicious lewd sex acts for Big over skype. I’ll bet he will want me to wear nothing but my new heels!