The Loop – Part 5

It was an enjoyable walk to the clothing store. The tree lined streets were a sight to take in, but Alex thought of the scene he just left at S-Mart. How the tables turned so quickly.

At the door of Rosie’s Boutique, he saw a sign on the door – out for lunch. He still tried the handle and found it was still open. Turning it, he let himself in. He just find a seat or something as he waited.

What he didn’t expect was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. A loud rhythmic slapping. Inching closer to the back, to the sound he went. He was drawn to it. Still horny from the grocery store, his body urged him forward.

He peeked around the corner to see two chicks going at it. The first was tied up, wrists and ankles cuffed to the frame of the dressing room. Her body wrapped in a red leather harness, just covering enough to enhance the woman’s curves. Her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, partly held in place by the red blindfold. Her moans loud as the other woman worked her over from behind.

The dark haired goth babe was driving her hips into the tied blonde. Her red strap fucking the blonde’s needy hole. Her pixie hair bobbed as she thrusted in and out. Heavy dark makeup on her face. She was dressed in a black leather bra and panties. Fishnet stockings going just above the knees with them disappearing into her calf high black combat boots.

The blonde was on edge and started begging. “Please can I cum, please, please.” Her body started to shake.

“Then cum for me you dirty slut.” As the blonde let loose the goth chick quickened her pace. Fucking her harder and harder. Alex watched as the goth chick rode her own orgasm. She backed away from the blonde, pulling the red strap free. “Fuck Rosie, you are one hot piece of ass.” She backed into the work bench. “You have anything to eat in here?”

The blonde regaining some composure responded,” No I don’t.”

“Well that is a shame,” the goth chick said. Pushing off the workstation she stepped back to the blonde, Rosie. “I guess I will have to go out and get something.” The goth chick reached for the long black jacket hanging over the back of the chair.

“You going to untie me,” Rosie asked with a bit of worry in her voice.

“Fuck no bitch. I’m not done with you. I will be back in twenty minutes or so. You just hang in there.” She started laughing at her own joke.

Alex moved back into the showroom and hid behind a rack of clothes. The goth chick was in a headspace that she was not thinking straight. Only thinking of food and sex. That is not a bad place to be, thought Alex. The front door opened, the ring of the bells dangling from the room letting them know she was gone. Alex watched as the goth chick locked the door behind her. Silly chick forgot to do that earlier.

Waiting a moment, then he came out from his hiding space. Walking slowly to the back. What should he do with her all tied up like this he thought. Then the squeak in the room gave him away.

“Who’s there,” Rosie called out. “Is that you Angela?” Her voice close to a panic. “Please tell me you are playing with me.” Her body started to shake, pulling at her bounds. “Who the fuck are you,” she screamed.

Alex just slowly walked up to her. Letting her panic build. Still not sure what he was going to do. His hand reached out to her porcelain pale skin. A gentle touch of his fingertips along her side made her jump. Her body pulled away from the touch.

“Let me go,” she pleaded. His eyes drank up her sexy body. Wanting to ravage her, here and now. His fingers reached out again. “Get off me you sicko. Leave me alone,” her words building in anger.

He leaned into her. Smelling the last bits of her perfume mixed with her own hormones after sex. It was intoxicating. He let out a breath onto her skin. Raising his hand, he gently touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. She pulled away. Her head moved back further away from him.

Angry she spit at where she thought Alex was but he moved to her side. “That was not lady like.” Her head turned to the sound of his voice. “But what kind of lady would let herself be tied up in the back of her own store and fucked hard by a goth chick with a strap?”

“Fuck you,” Rosie spit out. When Alex’s hand wrapped around her neck, Rosie’s body tensed. She missed a breath. Knowing he was back in front of her she looked up at him. He free hand pinched at her erect nipples.

“It seems your mind and your body are a bit confused. Sending off mixed signals. Do you really want me to leave or do you want me to have my way with you? I know just a few minutes ago you were all worked up.” His hand teasing her nipples moved lower. Finding itself between her legs. “See I know you are all wet and ready.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as Alex’s fingers pressed on her mound. “That feels so damn good.”

He let go of her neck and moved to her side, fingers still playing. His free hand grasping onto the metal frame of the changing booth. He leaned into her. “So Rosie, what will it be?”

The question hung in the air for some tense moments. Her mind was trying to fight against the pleasure his fingers were bringing to her body. It was like he was a master cello player and she was his instrument. She started breathing quicker as she heard her own moan escape her lips.

“Let me be your slut,” she finally moaned. “Please use me.” His fingers pulled back from her wetness and then he slapped her mound. Three slaps each a bit harder. Each slap sent a jolt through her.

His hand tranced her body back to her neck. Loosely grabbing it he asked,” What should I do with you?”

Rosie tilted her head to his words. “Whatever you want to do with me.”

“Very good answer, slut.” His hand released her neck and moved down to each nipple. Giving them each a quick hard pinch before he was back down to her cunt. Slap after slap, making Rosie gasp with each blow.

His slaps moved from her pussy to the inside of her right leg and then left. Traveling up to her tummy and then to her tits. Besides the slap each got another pinch. Her arms were not spared. Each blow made her jump since she didn’t know when or where they were going.

His hand around her neck again. He leaned in, inches from her face. Lips so close. “You are so damn pretty,” he said softly. Her head moved forward. Finding his lips, she kissed him. It was only for a second but the passion was intense.

He pulled back from their kiss. “Your lips are such a sin, slut. Trying to draw me in. I know your games.” His hand tightened just a bit. “Trying to get you way from the bottom. Don’t worry, you will have an orgasm after orgasm only after I finish my fun with you.” His hand dropped back to her pussy and slid his finger in her wet hole. She moaned as her body reacted to the simulation.

“Oh fuck, yes! That feels so good,” she moaned as her hips wiggled.

“Seeing you are one needy slut, what if I opened the store with you tied up like this. Let your customers come into the shop and take advantage of you as you are all bound.” She didn’t have to answer as her moan and body gave her away. “You dirty fucking whore. That is one of your fantasies, huh?” His fingers quickness the pace.

She tried to regain herself but it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. She still tried. “No not at all,” she said lowly.

His hand pulled out of her box and moved in a flash. Slapping her across the face. “Don’t lie to me.” Another slap and another.

Her lip licked her lips after the third one. Then she admitted it. “Yes, I want to be nothing more than a cheap whore to be used by anyone.” Her head drooped, but the grin. “Please, please,” she begged.

His hand moved back to the slapping. No body part was safe. Tits, arms, tummy, legs all wacked over and over. Her body jumped at each. But it was the pussy slaps that really got to her body. Sending jolt after jolt throughout her system.

Then his fingers slid back into her. She moaned so loud. “You just dream of being fucked by all the dicks that come through that door, don’t you?”

“Oh yes I do.”

“Hoping one would force you back here and have its way with you.”

“It gets me so wet thinking of that sir.”

“Not sir.