A New Look

Walking through the aisles, I start picking up all the toys and putting them in my new bag: vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, gags, a variety of anal plugs, ... After filling up the inventory, I finally find the wardrobes and an attendant on hand. He has bleached hair, some facial piercings, a good tan and what seems to be a six-pack hiding under his uniform. “Hello, my name is Mike; welcome to Eroticamax. What’s your name, and how can I help you?” He says with that **** smile of an attendant. “You can call me Val. Now that you mention it, I’ll be much more comfortable if we both get naked.” I say as I strip off the few “clothes” I still have on. Mike wastes no time and takes off his uniform too; after all, it would be against store policy to deny such a simple request.

“Damn, what a nice fucking dick! Look, I'm going to get some new clothes here. Can you put on the clothes I was wearing so I can have a reference of how I looked before?” After giving a compliment and a second request to the attendant with a slender dick, I wait naked patiently for the result. The mini pink cropped sweatshirt, seems like it's a tight fit, leaving his admirable chest exposed. On the other hand, the fishnet tights were quickly ripped apart and had to be discarded. Lastly, the neon green miniskirt fits and, fortunately, doesn't even hide the head of his dick. It's a small tragedy that he can't complete the look with a shiny emerald, considering that I left the plug I was using in the redhead's ass that morning. He likely still is non-stop-fucking the asshole of that dyke I impulsively knocked up. Imagine being this fucked, first thing in the morning!

Speaking of assholes, I miss the tightness of one, and cumming a little before choosing new clothes never hurt anyone. I start rubbing my pussy, which slowly reconstitutes itself into a hard cock, ironically similar to the one of the attendant in my now-old clothes. After a brief lubrication, I bend him over, which gives me a great view of his shaved ass. Confidently, I then begin to enter the prostitute's tight asshole. Mike can't hold back and starts moaning deliciously for me; his moans create a beautiful symphony throughout the store when combined with those of Sarah's screams in the aisle next door. This motivates me to start fucking this man for real, at a steady pace. With my right hand, I give some attention to the little faggot's cock, until then neglected but hard as marble, jerking him off without stopping to eat his honey ass.

The minutes pass, and the fucking becomes more and more intense. Then, almost in sync, we cum one after the other. He pulls out first, releasing a jet in the aisle. As for me, I end up filling him with a bucket load of seamen while letting out a good moan. “Thanks for the service, my dear Mike; this should fill you up nicely for a while.” Now, with a clearer head, I’ve already decided what to wear and what Vanessa will have to wear. After separating the clothes for the short-haired slut, piece by piece, I start putting together my look. I start by putting on two long, sea-green fingerless cotton gloves and a pair of high black socks, with a turquoise strap at the end of each, that reach mid-thigh. Then, I put on a purple choker with a silver ring. Finally, I put on a pair of red embroidered lingerie panties, with a peculiar design; it has a notorious opening that gives a full view of the pussy of whoever is wearing it. At the moment, they do a good job at showing and highlighting the voluminous penis just I copied. I’m now ready to cause trouble… Time to take a look at my futa companion and see if she’s taking good care of Sarah's tight pussy.