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This story is a fantasy. The facts are false except in the depths of
my imagination, as twisted as that can be. Warning: This story
contains sexually explicit material and is for the entertainment of
adults only. Persons under 18 or who are offended by sexually
explicit material should not read it.
Who'es-R-Us
-- by Rosa. Copyright 1999 rosa6262@yahoo.com
-- edited by Kellis
I am passionate about a couple of things. Great sex is one.
Clothing is another. I can shop everyday for hours, not getting a bit
tired. If there is a sale, I'm gone. The only problem is my size.
Being only 4' 11", 89 pounds and a waif figure, not many stores have
much for me to choose from. Or I have to shop in the children's
department, which really annoys me.
Two blocks east of Martin Luther King Boulevard and a block north of
35th Street there is a small boutique called Yvonne's (pronounced
Ee-von). It is run by a little black Jamaican girl named -- guess
what? -- Yvonne. She wears her long black hair in those little beaded
braids. I love her accent. She is not much taller than I am,
probably a little over 5 feet, and weighs maybe 100 pounds. She
stocks sizes that would fit her and thus also fit me. The store
carries everything from jeans to dresses to lingerie. It specializes
in clothes that are a little more risque than what you can find in the
malls. That's why I call it Who'es-R-Us.
Because of its location I don't visit Yvonne's except in the middle
of the day. The shop is an old 3 bedroom house converted into a
store. It still has the kitchen as an office and checkout counter.
One of the bedrooms was divided off to be a dressing room with 4
cubicles and an open space with chairs and a coffee table. There was
a white shag throw rug in the middle of the open area. The cubicles
have small benches and drapes for privacy. The coffee table has
women's magazines on it. Whenever I have been in the dressing room,
there are always a couple of women changing clothes and a couple of
women in the chairs waiting to give their opinions on the outfits. I
am always the only white person in the place. The store is real.
Yvonne is real. The clothes are real. This tale is fantasy.
Randy never liked taking me shopping and this was not an exception.
I can't remember a boyfriend that did. I convinced him by saying I
was going to Yvonne's, which is located in a poor part of town. He
moaned a lot but, worried I would go alone, drove me anyway.
It was late when we arrived. The sun was down and the only light was
coming from the screen door. The front of the shop was as the house
had been when it was a residency: a large porch with half a dozen
wooden steps leading up to it. The door was old and had been painted
pink. It had a large window in the top half with an open/closed sign
hanging. The door was covered in front by a screen door. In the
summer when I had visited the door was open for air, and the screen
kept the bugs out. The screen was rusted to a red gray color. The
spring that pulled it back across the middle creaked loudly when the
door was opened but seemed to get louder when it was shut.
"Looks like they're closed." Randy said, thinking that maybe he was
going to be freed from this trip.
"It always looks closed," I replied. "Come on."
Sure enough the door was open and we entered. There was a black lady
checking out. Yvonne was behind the counter, sacking up the lady's
selections. I quickly started looking through the crowded racks of
clothes. Randy just followed like a dog on a leash. When the lady
checking out was finished, she was followed to the door by Yvonne, who
locked the door and turned the closed sign on.
"Are you closed? Do we need to leave?" I asked as Randy was already
taking a step towards the door.
"No, no. Just take your time," she replied in that cute Jamaican
accent. "I don't want any more customers tonight, but you help
yourself and don't feel rushed."
Yvonne's was my favorite store for several reasons: the cute
clothes, the right sizes and especially the friendly smile and
Jamaican voice of Yvonne.
Randy wanted to go but I took her at her word and continued to look.
I gathered up several garments into my arms and headed for the
dressing room. Randy followed but stopped at the door.
"You can go in and sit," Yvonne teased him. "Make yourself
comfortable. She might be a while."
Randy, being Randy, was never opposed to getting comfortable, so he
entered the dressing room and sat down in one of the chairs. I went
into the first cubical and pulled the shade.
I was in the mood for something entertaining. Going to dinner in the
same old stuff was depressing. I wanted a romantic evening with Randy
and the right outfit would get me there.
The first outfit I tried on was a knit mini dress. The upper half
was the same as a turtle neck sweater gathered under my chin. It was
rust in color and fit my body snugly. I even looked as if I had
larger breasts being shaped out by the material. It went only about 3
inches down my thigh below my crotch and hugged my hips tight. This
was the usual type of outfit stocked at this store. That is why I
always referred to it as Who'es-R-Us.
I stepped out to show Randy. He was sitting in one chair and Yvonne
in the other. He had been slouching in the chair a little but
straightened up when I emerged.
"My, looking good, man," Yvonne said smoothly. "That will keep his
attention up. It will keep something else up too, if you know what I
mean."
Randy and I both blushed slightly at the forwardness of Yvonne. This
was the first real look I had of how she was dressed. She was wearing
a pair of dark blue spandex pants. They shaped her bottom half,
leaving nothing to be guessed except whether she was wearing any
panties. She had on a thin pullover blouse that hung loosely just
past her small but round breasts, showing her smooth flat belly.
Yvonne was a very dark black women. She wore her finger nails
extremely long and usually had them painted with brilliantly bright
olors. Her hair was long and always in tiny braids hanging down her
body. She had a very cute face and the prettiest white-toothed smile.
Of course you could listen to her sweet Jamaican voice all day.
"He doesn't notice," I complained finally. "I can't seem to wake him
up."
I didn't mean it. I was just being mean because of his moaning
against taking me shopping.
She replied, "Can't wake him up, eh? I have just the thing. You
hold on."
With that she left the room and I returned to the cubical. After
sliding the drape closed I removed the dress I had on and was about to
put on the next outfit when the curtain flew open at Yvonne's hand. I
jumped and blushed, standing there in my panties and bra. It didn't
bother me much that she saw me in this almost nude state, I was just
surprised.
"Try this on, sugar," she said. "This will wake him up," she added,
whispering this time and handing me the bundle of material. She
pulled the curtain closed behind me.
I looked at the clothing in my hand. It was a white corset, white
lace stockings and lace white string thong panties. The corset,
thongs and stockings were all made of a very sheer flower print lace.
Included were a pair of spiked high heeled shoes with straps to tie up
the ankles. I was shocked that she wanted me to try this on. It was
kind of bold to show Randy. I agreed it would definitely wake him up.
I stood there for what seemed a long time, debating on whether I
should try them on. Lingerie stores wont let you try on underwear
because of health codes. So if I tried them on I was buying them.
In my mind I was trying to figure out why I was doing this. But in my
hands I was removing my underwear. I put on the corset and was
surprised by how it lifted and shaped my breasts, actually giving me
cleavage. It fit snugly around my mid-drift and stopped above my
belly button. My nipples were visible through the mesh of the lace.
I slipped on the smooth stockings that came up almost to my puss.
When I
first saw them I thought the outfit wasn't complete, that it needed a
garter belt to hold them up. The lace material matched the corset,
fitting snugly to my legs and holding them in position. Examining
myself in the mirror, I looked taller and longer legged with the
stockings. I slipped on the panties, pulling the string up the crack
of my back side. Finally I wrapped the straps of the shoes around my
ankle. I looked like a model out of a "Fredericks of Hollywood"
catalog. I kept staring at myself in the mirror. The shape of my
breast was larger. My legs looked longer. I felt sexy. This had
"fuck me" written all over it, and it was making me wet. The cost
didn't matter. I needed this.
Now for the true test: Randy. When I pulled the curtain aside,
Randy had slumped deeper into the chair. His eyes were almost closed.
His head was resting in his hand, propped up from the elbow on the arm
of the chair.
"Uuuuh girl! You lookin' fine now," Yvonne said loudly, making Randy
jump.
Randy's eyes opened wide as he nearly slid out of the chair. I stood
there, my legs parted about a foot, hands on my hips. The high heels
felt as if I were standing on the tips of my toes. I don't think I
could have found an outfit that would make me feel sexier.
Yvonne approached, eyeing me from my toes up as she circled me. Her
gaze gave me a chill, as if a piece of ice had caressed my neck.
"Now your man be awake," she noted. "And he like what he see." She
stood behind me, dragging her long nails across the flesh between my
neck and the newly formed cleavage. Addressing Randy she asked, "You
like what you see?"
Randy sat, mouth open, not saying a word, just slightly nodding his
head.
"Cause if you don't, I take her for myself, man," she said, answering
her own question. "Now what would you pay?"
This made the chill return to my neck. Standing there in that sexy
lingerie made me ache for attention. I had worn sexy clothes before,
even lingerie that got men excited. But somehow this made me feel
different. Instead of a woman presenting herself to her man, I was a
woman on display, a product to be bought, sold and owned. The sale
was being made by Yvonne. She was presenting a product. Not the
lingerie. It was already sold. I had no intention of leaving that
behind. I was the merchandise and Randy was the potential buyer.
"Go ahead girl, walk around so he can see." She prodded at me. "A
man must examine the merchandise before he bids."
I circled around the open area in front of Randy. His eyes never
left me. I strutted on those heels, making short slow steps. I felt
I was tall. I've never had a problem being short. It's one of those
things that never really bothered me. But for some reason strutting
around that room felt as if I were a tall fashion model on a runway.
I stopped next to Yvonne. Randy's eyes were wide, bright and alert.
"I don't put price on merchandise like this," she said, running her
hand through my hair. "I only take bids and I think we start at 100.
I will give 100 dollars for her."
The chill returned to my neck. I looked at Yvonne who stood firm,
looking at Randy.
"Do you want to bid, man, or do I get her?" She asked loudly.
"120?" Randy asked so timidly we could barely hear him.
"Ha!" Yvonne shouted. "Is that as good as you can do, man? I bid
one fifty."
Randy wore a confused expression. He kept looking to my eyes, back
to Yvonne, back to my body.
I myself was confused on what was happening. Was I being auctioned
off with my boyfriend and Yvonne as the bidders? Deep inside me
something started to grow. It was a warm feeling about myself. I
liked the fact that I was on sale, like a rare jewel in a market: gem
merchants biding for the best quality.
"It's your bid, man," she spoke. "Or is she mine?"
As the words left her lips she turned and kissed me. Her lips were
soft. I was surprised. My mind didn't know what to think or do. My
instincts did. I opened my mouth just slightly as she held her lips
to mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. A wave of passion swept
up my body.
"217 dollars and 9 cents!" Randy shouted.
Yvonne broke the kiss and looked at him. Randy was sitting on the
edge of the chair. In one hand was his wallet, in the other a nickel
and 4 pennies.
"That's all I have," he said quietly. "I bid 217 dollars and 9
cents."
"Well that's better, man," Yvonne answered quietly and smoothly.
"But I want her more than that. I bid two fifty."
Randy's face was wide with shock. He thought for sure he had
convinced her of his want for me, that she would respect his bid. I
stood there, my thoughts clouded by the sexual flame in me.
Yvonne kissed me again, not as nice as the first one, just a quick
loving kiss. She then turned to Randy. "Since you have no more
money, man, I win her. But I am a good sport. I let you watch."
With that she pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, holding
my lips to hers as long as I could. Her hand softly rolled up my
stomach till it caressed one of my breasts. She pulled the slight
lace, exposing my nipples to the air.
"That's all I have," Randy pleaded as he watched her undress my top.
The corset fell to the floor. Yvonne was not distracted by Randy's
plea. She kissed down my neck and licked my nipple. My body was
alive with every touch. My legs could no longer hold me. Yvonne
sensed this and lowered me to the soft plush throw rug on the floor.
She stopped her attention to me only long enough to remove her own
top. She had small breasts but they were perfectly round. Her dark
skin almost hid the black nipples.
I got a look at Randy still on the edge of the chair. He was staring
wide eyed at us on the floor. His mouth was slightly parted. I think
he was enjoying the show even though he had lost the bidding. The
bulge in his pants attested to that.
Yvonne continued to kiss my body as she lowered her way down. I
lifted myself up as she removed the thong panties. She tossed them to
Randy. I was sure he would feel the moist crotch were my juices had
spoiled them. I was in complete pleasure from the attention this
women was giving. My mind raced, wondering if she did this often.
Was I a special customer and would this happen again? Mostly I was in
a state of fantasy, not believing the pleasure to be real.
Yvonne's tongue convinced me of the reality of the moment as it
parted my lips, entering into my wet soul. I moaned from the
attention, arching my back. Tingling sensations shot through my body.
I broke her attention, lifting myself upright and rolling over so
that I could get at her. She helped me pull off the spandex pants
that showed she was well wet. She didn't have any panties on covering
the smooth bald pussy. Her lips were dark with bright pink insides
shiny with moisture. She laid on top of me, mounting my face as she
returned her tongue to my cunt. I pushed my tongue into the pink of
her hole, sucking her juices into my mouth. She was sweet with
flavor. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as it would reach.
As we were loving each other with our tongues, a sound caught my
attention. Yvonne must have heard it too. She stopped and rolled off
me. We both sat up looking at Randy. He had his dick out of his
pants and was beating it off above us. Yvonne and I, as if we were
one soul, removed his pants while he pulled his shirt over his head.
I was frozen in time, watching the white meat of my boyfriend
disappear into the black face of Yvonne. I had never shared Randy
before, but jealousy never broke into my thoughts, only the need for
attention from either of these creatures.
I leaned over, licking a testicle as her lips reached the base of his
erection. He pulled from her mouth and I opened mine so that he could
push deep into my throat. Yvonne and I were side by side, taking that
meat deep while the other waited for her turn. Randy kept thrusting
forward and back as we switched him from mouth to mouth.
When he entered my mouth, I felt him shake. Knowing he was coming, I
pulled him from my mouth, letting him shoot on Yvonne. The sperm shot
across her face with the first pulse. With her mouth open she caught
the tail of the line as it crossed her cheeks. The contrast was
bright of creamy white come against dark black skin. The second and
third shots landed on her cheek and ran down to her dark breasts.
Randy swung around so the fourth blast shot on my forehead and down my
nose to my lips. The last few drips fell into my open mouth with
Yvonne's tongue probing for a taste.
I couldn't take my eyes off Yvonne. She had Randy's come dripping
off her face and running down her body. She was beautiful, her dark
black skin contrasting with the white come that ran over her body.
I leaned over and kissed her. This was a gentle kiss, the kiss of
lovers. I could taste the salty come across her lips. I kissed her
neck and moved to her breasts as she laid back on the rug. The come
was smearing onto my face but I didn't care. In fact, I liked the
feel.
Randy laid on top of Yvonne. His erection hadn't subsided and he
entered her cunt in one smooth stroke. She moaned loudly from the
penetration.
I leaned back on my hands to watch as my boyfriend plunged into that
sweet black pussy. His white meat disappeared into the black and pink
lips. The contrast between their skin was awesome. Randy is a nice
tan man in the summer months but this was an Oklahoma winter month.
His skin was glowing white next to the dark Jamaican skin of Yvonne.
While I watched, Yvonne's fingers found me. She spread my pussy as
two fingers entered me. I let her finger me for a few moments and
then I lowered myself onto her face. Her tongue replace the fingers
as she licked my insides.
I kissed Randy. He was leaning forward, pushing into Yvonne. Our
faces were together. We stared into each other's eyes as we sexually
explored the same women.
This was all for Randy as he let loose with his second orgasm. His
face showed the excitement. Yvonne was feeling it too, as she
continued to lick me out.
After Randy pulled from her puss I lowered myself to retrieve his
semen from her. His come was running from her lips as I licked deep
into her. I gave her attention as she licked me out. We both shook
with orgasms in unison.
When we got up, Yvonne opened a small storeroom. She handed me a
towel as she wiped herself off. I returned to the dressing cubical. I
put the corset and panties back on. Then I pulled the tags from the
rust colored dress I had tried earlier. I put it on and folded up the
clothes I arrived in.
Randy and Yvonne were at the counter when I emerged from the dressing
room.
I handed Yvonne the tags saying, "I'll take it."
Randy pulled out his wallet to pay for the dress and lingerie. When
she rang it up, the cash register showed a total of $175.56. To my
surprise she turned, looked Randy in the eye and declared the price to
be $217.09.
Randy stood there for a minute just looking at her. Then he smiled
and handed her the money.
"She is worth every penny," he replied.
I left with my new clothes. I felt sexy and teased Randy all the way
home. He promised I was going to get what I deserved when we were
home. I was looking forward to it. After all I was his property,
bought and paid for at "Who'es-R-Us".
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