COLLECTION 2: The Sex Shop(I)

I worked at the sex shop several weeks before I submitted its temptations.

Every night I went in after hours to clean and hoover. It made me veryhorny. My cunt would be tingling with excitement as in admired the whips, chains, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators and lubricants.

The store was surprisingly spacious and took a lot of effort to keep it looking perfect. There was a lot more to this place than just a shop. There was an attic room which seemed to have been set up as a classroom. There. was also a kitchen, staffroom and a large toilet block. I also suspected that there were more secrets that I was yet to discover and certainly some hidden rooms within the vicinity. The owners for example lived here somewhere but it wasn't a room I had ever seen.

One evening one of the assistants was just leaving as I arrived. She looked me up and down whilst I was wearing my highly unattractive cleaners tabard. “You can help yourself to any of the clothes, costumes or lingerie, you know,” she said with a friendly smile.

“thanks” I replied as I lugged the heavy hoover out of the cupboard.

My mind raced, what should I choose? Had she really meant anything?

My fingers reached out and touched the expensive lingerie. The silky soft material slipped and gilded through my fingers. Everything here was so sexy and beautiful.

In the end it was an easy choice. A French maids outfit was ideal for cleaning in. I picked out some accompanying fish net stockings and black silk underwear. I looked at myself in the mirror. I admired my medium sized breasts which were packed in tightly. My bottom was clearly on by show as the dress was very short. I smiled, I did look sexy and I felt turned on by the way I looked.

I rushed through my chores leaving the shop floor looking perfect. My duties didn't include the backrooms or attic. My heart began to race as I browsed the other items in the shop.

The chains looked good. I longed to be under someone else’s control to be their sex slave. I was definitely a submissive and I wanted a dirty master. I looked through the vibrators until I found one I really liked the look of.It was huge black and powerful and I couldn't wait to try it out. I felt too exposed just using it in the shop so I made my way to the toilets. I hesitated as I was about to push open the door of the ladies, and choose to go into men's instead .

The smell hit me like a juggernaut truck. This part of the shop was not part of my cleaning contact and therefore had not been cleaned recently if ever! It was filthy. There was a row of individual ceramic urinals and three cubicles. The tiled floor felt wet and sticky. The neon lighting flickered as if the bulb was about to die. It was the perfect place to behave like a dirty slut.

I sat down on the cold, damp floor. This costume would need a wash after this evening. My pulse raced in excitement. I loved the thrill that I could be discovered at any moment. I began to rub my clitoris. A slow circular motion gently nudging it awake. I let out a small moan, this felt good. I built up the best speed , flicking and twirling that little button into submission. I slipped a finger inside. I was wet and warm and there was a loud squelching sound but it began to move my finger in and out of my cunt. I used one hand to play with my clit whilst the other slipped in two followed by three fingers. I opened my legs wide exposing myself to the room. I whipped off my knickers and stockings and my bare ass pressed against the dirty wet floor. I gasped as the waves of pleasure penetrated through my whole body. Faster and faster my fingers moved. Soon the whole room echoed with the sound of my squelching, wet cunt.

I reached for my chosen dildo. It was long and wide and was really going to stretch me. I pushed it in and gasped. My cunt wrapped around it tightly holding it in place. I clenched my teeth and breathed deeply. I had been too ambitious in my choice. This dildo was too large. I was struggling to accommodate its huge size. It was making me huff and puff as I was strained in discomfort. It was in. I rubbed my clit. It felt even better now that my vagina was fully filled. I pumped the giant black plastic cock in and out of me. It was still a struggle but my body was adjusting to its size. I was able to pick up speed. A trickle of sweat made its way down my forehead before splashing on the floor. My whole body glowed with heat and I began to feel the orgasm building slowly from within. It felt so good. I couldn't help feeling that I would be ending every shift in this way from now on. I let out loud moans now. I didn't care if anyone could hear. The build up was huge.

I bit my bottom lip. This was going to be a truly magnificent orgasm. “yes, yes, yes” I screamed as it hit me and the cum gushed out of me spraying on the floor. My body trembled and shook. My back arched and the dildo squeezed its way out of me and clattered on the floor. I gasped for breath. I felt amazing. I grinned to myself. It was in that moment I heard the door open and the noise of several men entering the room.

They were quite surprised to see me. Wearing my French maids outfit hoisted up around my waist. My wet hairy cunt clearly on display. They weren't sure whether this was a trick or a treat. They had after all just been intending on using the toilets. I saw my opportunity and took a grasp of it.

“ Hi boys, I’m afraid the urinals are out of service, but I am taking their place” and with that I opened my mouth wide. There were five of them.