Back to Diego

With the last cock cleaned up, Carla carefully helped me clean myself up. She licked some of the cum off of my face and then used a paper towel for the rest. I had to stand carefully so she didn't see the hard cock trying to sprimg through my yoga shorts.

When I was ready, she gave me her number, which I programed into my phone, and we walked out of the room. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, told me to call her, and then she headed out of the store.

I went in search of Diego.

I turned down one aisle and found two men discussing a fake silicone pussy and ass supposedly molded from some b-list female celebrity. One was a young, nerdy white guy. The other was a short, thin black man with graying hair.

"If she really modeled for it, this thing is gonna be loose as hell," a deep voice said and I instantly identified Dathan. "You know she didn’t make it in Hollywood on her acting talent!"

I looked my latest conquest up and down. His jeans gave no hint of the big beautiful cock concealed beneath. I smiled to myself thinking that he looked like a middle school english teacher, not someone who would be sporting such a beautiful package. He was dressed as if he was headed to his grankid's birthday party, not like he'd just gotten sucked off in the back of an adult store by a gay...bi?...man dressed in women's clothing.

I guess I wasn't the only one with something yo hide.

I found Diego on the next aisle looking at lingerie.

"Hey papi," I said.

"What took you so long, baby?" he asked.

"I went ahead and put my new toy in," I said.

He put an arm around me and pulled me close. He groped my ass, then put pressure in the exact spot where my butt plug was located. I moaned softly.

"I think I need to get out of here so I can take care of a problem," I said, nodding towards my crotch. He looked down and giggled.