Actually, what does the woman at Green’s want?

As you turn to leave the shop, you feel your cock dully throbbing against the knickers, no doubt inspired by the cashier’s pillowy tits. Your pace slowed as your dick continued to grow in the borrowed panties, thinking back to the way that her breasts felt in your hands, & her pleasant smile as you instructed her to have a nice day. Why not help her enjoy herself properly, right?

“Hey,” you murmur, spinning around on your heels to face the counter again. The middle-aged woman gave a slight nod & a soft grin, as though her mind was somewhere else. Though you had not specifically told her how to react to her unceremonial groping, it seemed as though her current “nice day” had driven it from her mind. Still, probably better to start from a clean slate. You match her smile & muster up your charm:

“So, uh. Forgive me for that little squeeze earlier…”

She gave a light laugh & adjusted her glasses, waving a hand as though it had already been forgotten. “Of course, dear,” she said, somewhat confused as to why she felt no malice towards the man in white knickers who had felt her up moments ago. Still, she was having a lovely day & felt no need to dwell on it. Her voice was warm & strong with a bit of an accent, & reminded you very much of a friend’s mum from your youth.

Perhaps it was this familiarity that made you want to know more about her - make her feel good. Your newfound powers had turned the world into an open book, & you were eager to read as many dirty secrets as possible. And so, your questioning quickly turned to her fantasies.

“Thank you. Now, tell me something - when I ask you a question, answer me honestly. Got that?”

She nodded obediently, ready for more suggestion.

“Now, what’s your name? And what naughty things turn you on?”

She blushed heavily, taken aback but unable to stop herself from answering. “I’m Kashvi, & I love… oh…” she raised her hands to her mouth as if trying to stop the words from coming out, but could only flush deeper red as she confessed: “…I love fucking!” She stopped as though to stifle a laugh, barely believing how embarrassed she was.

You couldn’t help but grin at her announcement - while also noticing that her answer covered a lot of ground. “Lovely! So glad to hear that, Kashvi. But tell me, what kind of fucking do you like?”

She shifted her weight behind the counter, eyes fixed on your now-bulging cock leaking precum through the panties. “I love… all of it! I want big dicks in my mouth, I want my ass grabbed. I want to sit on your face & feed you my pussy until you gave me all your hot sticky cum. Oh, there are so many things I want to do…” she trailed off, shocked at the laundry list of filthy fantasies she was sharing with a stranger.

You also could barely believe your luck - who would have guessed she was so dirty-minded? “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?” you teased, pulling your cock out & beginning to stroke.

She fidgeted with her glasses again. “Oh, I wish… I have a daughter around, but her father is gone. It’s been so long… sometimes when she brings a boy home, I listen through the wall & touch myself…” This last confession made her blush deeper than ever. She was ashamed to admit it, but she was soaking wet. Why was she telling a stranger something she thought she’d never share?

Kashvi’s story stirred something in you - or at least had you throbbing. Clearly this was an opportunity to use your newfound powers for good!.. and also possibly get a better look at those big soft tits.

“So, Kashvi… what would make you cum hardest?”

She swallowed nervously, summoning the courage to ask for her deepest desire.