Lingerie Shopping

Marcy couldn't stop thinking about the incredible power she held in her hands - or rather, on her face. With each passing day, she grew bolder and more daring in how she used the glasses.

She started small at first, declaring it normal for men to be more attentive and respectful toward her. Strangers opened doors for her, offered up their seats on crowded buses, and went out of their way to help with her groceries. Marcy reveled in the attention, feeling like a queen among mere mortals.

But she wanted more. She craved the kind of excitement and pleasure that only came from sexual exploration. So she began targeting potential partners, both familiar and new.

One afternoon, while out shopping for lingerie, Marcy spotted a handsome salesman helping an elderly woman find a bra. She watched as he patiently sorted through racks of garments, offering his expert opinion on fit and style with kindness and professionalism. When the woman left satisfied, Marcy approached him with a suggestive smile.

"You seem like you know your way around women's underwear," she purred, running a finger along his tie. "What would you say if I asked you to help me pick out something special?"

The salesman hesitated for just a moment before responding, "I think that could be arranged."

Marcy led him into the fitting room, closing and locking the door behind them. Before he could react, she slipped on her glasses and declared, "It's normal for all my sexual partners to immediately grow a 12-inch cock."

In an instant, his pants strained against a massive bulge that hadn't been there before. He looked down with gratitude and awe, then back up at Marcy with lust and reverence in his eyes.

"Thank you," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve this gift, but I'm so grateful to have been chosen by you."

Marcy smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands across his chest and abs as she went. The salesman trembled under her touch, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.

"You should be grateful," Marcy growled in his ear. "Not many men get to experience the pleasure of being with someone like me."

The salesman moaned as Marcy's hands explored his newly enhanced body, his erection straining painfully against the confines of his pants. She sank to her knees in front of him, eager to unwrap her gift.

Fumbling with his belt and zipper, Marcy finally freed his massive cock from its prison. It sprang forth, thick and hard, slapping against her cheek with a wet thwack. She gasped at the sheer size of it, suddenly realizing that this would be no ordinary blowjob.

Tentatively, she wrapped her lips around the tip, trying to take him as deep into her mouth as possible. But even with her jaw stretched wide, she could only fit a few inches before gagging and pulling back, tears springing to her eyes.

The salesman groaned in frustration, his hips bucking forward seeking more of that sweet friction. Marcy tried again and again, but no matter how much spit she used or how hard she sucked, she couldn't seem to get past the halfway point without ****.

Finally, in a fit of desperation, she slipped on her glasses once more and declared, "It is normal for women to be able to deepthroat a cock of any size without causing any pain or gagging."

Instantly, her throat relaxed and opened wide, allowing her to take him all the way in. The salesman cried out in ecstasy as Marcy's nose pressed against his pelvis, her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. She held him there for a long moment before pulling back slowly, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock as she went.

"Wow," the salesman panted, still reeling from the sensation. "That was incredible."

Marcy grinned up at him, licking her lips. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

With a wave of her hand and a simple declaration - "It is normal for women to receive twice as much oral sex as they give" - she felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs. The salesman looked down at her quizzically before falling to his knees, drawn by an irresistible urge.

He buried his face in her dripping folds, licking and sucking with abandon. Marcy cried out, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She rode his tongue shamelessly, grinding against him until she came hard, screaming his name.

But the salesman wasn't done yet. He kept going, determined to give her everything he had promised and more. Marcy lost track of time, lost in a haze of ecstasy as her orgasms piled up one on top of another. It was only when she was a boneless heap on the fitting room floor that he finally pulled back, his face glistening with her juices.

"Now," Marcy gasped, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "I want you to fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours."

The salesman needed no further encouragement. He lifted Marcy onto the bench and positioned himself between her spread legs, rubbing the head of his dick against her slick opening. With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, stretching her to the limit.

Marcy moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to move. He pounded into her relentlessly, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside. She could feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock, stroking her walls and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Their coupling was fierce and animalistic, driven by pure lust and need. Marcy scratched down the salesman's back, leaving red welts in their wake as she urged him on. He fucked her harder, faster, chasing his own release even as he brought her to the brink of madness.

In the end, they came together, their bodies shuddering and twitching in the aftermath of their shared passion. Marcy collapsed against the salesman's chest, exhausted but satisfied beyond belief. She knew she had only scratched the surface of what her new powers could do, but for now, this was enough.

As they dressed and snuck out of the fitting room, Marcy couldn't stop smiling to herself. The world was her oyster now - or rather, any cock she wanted could be hers with just a few simple words. And oh, what fun she would have exploring all the possibilities...