Grace follows through

Inside the change room Grace pulled down her skirt and examined the harness. At first it had seemed like a complicated web of straps but turned out to be fairly easy to wear. It fit snugly on her hips but as he'd promised it didn't provide any converge. She could tell right away how it was going to hold the vibrator in place but she hesitated. Could she really do this? Unfortunately at her hesitation her body took over, acting all on its own to push the tip of the vibrator within her. She moaned slowly as she was penetrated and took a deep breath as she locked it in place with the harness.

Pulling her skirt back up she looked at herself in the mirror. It would be impossible for anyone looking at her to tell that she was wearing it. Well...except for her inevitable public orgasm. She sighed and left the change room. She'd intended to talk to the owner but he was already busy with another customer. He saw her and waved, but didn't break off his conversation.

Grace started wandering the store. There were lots of costumes and lingerie, but most were not leather, or even faux-leather, and would totally clash with her style. There was every size, shape and color of dildo, but she was pretty sure she all the toys she needed. Lots of bondage equipment but thankfully the game hadn't **** her into that...yet. She kept waiting for him to turn it on but the vibrator buried within her was still.

Finally as she picked up a book it jolted to life. She was so surprised she nearly dropped it. Another shop patron beside her noticed, "Are you ok miss?" He asked.

She recovered and nodded, "Yes. Just...um...static shock." He seemed to accept that answer and went back to his own business. Grace bit her lip as pleasure coursed through her, but then just as suddenly as it had began the vibrator shut off. She looked over at the owner but he was still talking to a customer, totally ignoring her. This happened four more times. Turning on just for a tiny bit, then off. She felt herself getting flushed, but she was no closer to an orgasm than when she started.

Finally she saw him finish with the customer and stormed over to him, "What's the big deal?" She asked.

He adopted an innocent look, "Huh? Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean teasing me like that. Just get it over with already."

He shook his head, "Do you think you are being paid just for a quickie? No no. I get the feeling that we are both people who follow agreements, yes? What did we say? You will wander around the store until I make you cum with the remote, yes? Did we say I had to keep it on? Did we give a time limit? Don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here overnight or anything, but I'm here all day, might as well enjoy it." He smirked at her.

Grace opened her mouth to respond, but she knew he was right. Her whore trait would **** her to honor what she'd agreed to. She closed it and walked away. As if he was trying to throw her a bone the next time he turned it on he left it there for longer, maybe 5 minutes. It actually got so intense her knees felt weak and she had to clutch a shelf for support. But just as she thought it was finally almost over he turned it off, this time waiting even longer before turning it back on again. And when he did it was back to short bursts.

In another lull in customers she marched back over to him, "New deal. You make me cum right now."

He smiled, "Oh? But I've having so much, why would..."

Grace cut him off, "And I'll make you cum. I'll suck your cock, you get me off. Deal?"

He paused to consider it, "Well...that is an interesting proposal. Very well, but I don't want my customers to think ill of me. You'll come around and kneel under my desk here, so nobody sees you. I'll tease you with it until I cum, then I'll turn it to high and leave it there. Sounds good?"

Grace couldn't believe she was voluntarily offering to suck a stranger, but she just needed this to be over. If she was honest with herself the benefit of eating some cum helped too, and the image stuck in her mind of him cumming on her face helped even more. She hurried around and knelt down before anyone else entered the store. He had conveniently already exposed himself to her.

She grabbed his cock with her hands. He was rather well endowed, easily larger than Ethan or Raj. At least Raj before his last transformation. Her hands felt tiny wrapped around it. She gulped, could she even fit this in her mouth? Slowly she opened wide and brought her mouth down, it was tight, but she was able to push him in. She used her tongue to slowly tease him, but then nearly bit down as the vibrator jolted to life. She was just getting into a rhythm when she heard him address a new customer.

"Hello, do you need any help finding anything today?" The owner asked. Grace couldn't make out the woman's reply, "Ah. That's in aisle 5. Show you? Yes...well...unfortunately I hurt my foot and walking is rather difficult today."

Grace heard footsteps and then a woman's voice, "Harold don't be ridiculous. I know when you are lying...what's really going on?"

The vibrator suddenly turned to full power and Grace couldn't help but moan into the cock filling her mouth. The owner, Harold, spoke, "What? Can't a man just enjoy himself a little?"

"Oh you dirty old man...what is it? A new toy? No...a girl? Can I see? Please, I want to see the slut." The woman begged.

"A slut? No, I'm sorry you are very mistaken. No sluts here I'm afraid. Now then if you are referring to the charming young woman currently sucking my cock...well I'm sure she values her privacy, you understand?"

Grace wasn't sure to be relieved that he'd shut the woman down, or horrified that he'd confirmed she was here blowing him. She picked up her pace, she just needed this to be over.

"Oh, then I suppose I'll have to respect that. Too bad. Anyway here, this is all I'm getting today." Grace heard something hit the countertop above her. Harold checked the woman out and Grace heard her walk away.

Harold spoke to her next, "You've done a fine job, for an amateur that is, since you've been so good let's discuss the end of our game. Where do you want me to finish?"

Grace answered instinctively, popping off his cock for a second to speak, "My face."

"Really? I'm a little surprised, but since you asked for it." Harold suddenly pulled back and started stroking himself. He aimed at her face and suddenly rope after rope shot out, coating her. She waited until he was done and then wiped her eyes and licked her fingers clean. She was about to stand when the vibrator went to full power. She'd thought it had been there before, but she had definitely been wrong. She fell to her hands and knees as the powerful vibrations rocked her body. Before she knew it she was moaning loudly as she came.

As soon as she did it shut off. She took a moment to compose herself and then stood up. Harold grinned, "Wow. Am I ever happy you wandered into my store. You look amazing. Here, there remote," He passed it to her and she dumbly accepted, "You know what...forget the partial discount. If you don't wash your face until you get home you can leave here with everything for free."

Grace glared at him. She wondered if that counted for her whore trait, but then she realized the idea of walking home with his cum on her face was too hot to pass up. Her humiliation trait was doing all the work here, "Deal." She said. She found her purse and dropped the remote in and then hurried out of the store. She was in such a rush she didn't even stop to remove the vibrator.

As she walked down the street she felt her cheeks burning. She kept her eyes down, avoiding looking at other people. Could they see her face? Could they tell? Did they care? She didn't know the answer to these questions but she burned with shame believing all the answers to be yes. It was just so...hot. Furthering her shame she found herself pulling out the remote and turning it on low. Teasing herself further as she tried to get home.

She managed to make it all the way there without any confrontation, although she was certain she'd heard a few comments about her appearance. Crossing into her apartment she shredded her clothes, including her new harness, and ran for her bedroom. She didn't bother with her vibrator, instead pushing her fingers into her dripping snatch and rubbing herself to orgasm after orgasm to the memory of her crazy, humiliating, morning.