Assorted Outings

The Heathersly beach house was only a short walk from the park. Bored this morning, I had texted Liza to arrange a walk with her. As I walked up to the front door, a man stepped out. It was Roger Heathersly, dressed in his best business suit. A cheap, wrinkled thing that could do with some dry cleaning. He must have been on his way to meet with the shell business that I had assigned him to so as to keep him busy.

He looked at me with some surprise and quite a bit more anger, but no recognition, of course. “Who are you, exactly?” He demanded. “And what do you want with me?! You’re trespassing on my property, I’ll have you know!”

“Oh fuck off, you self important cunt. I know you’re renting the place.” I flashed my Sapphire Card. “Move along. I’m not here for you.”

He spluttered, but could not disobey, walking to his car in indignation. I opened the door and walked into the now-familiar bungalow. Looking around, I saw that I was just in time to catch Liza as she came down the stairs. And what a sight I was greeted with.

She was wearing a lacy translucent cropped T-shirt, which ended just below her bountiful bosom. The white garment paired wonderfully with the white string bikini bottom she was wearing, so thin it was giving her a camel-toe. It was one of the outfits I had sent her.

As she drew close to me, I took her hand, pulling her against my chest. Her stiff nipples tickled me through the thin fabric of her shirt. “It’s a pleasure to see you making use of your new wardrobe. Has your husband said anything about it?” I said suavely.

She snorted. “Barely. I just said I was trying to fit in with local customs, and he accepted it. He seemed a bit… distracted. In fact, he hasn’t been off to see that dominatrix bitch in a while either. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?”

I laughed. “My dear, I can’t imagine what you’re implying. Now, shall we? I don’t know how much you’ve seen of the city, but I explored what must have been every last nook and cranny in my teenage years. I’d be happy to show you around.”

She smiled, lighting up her beautiful face. “I’m sure you’ll be the perfect tour guide. And the perfect gentleman.”

“That, I can’t promise.”

Around noon, we found ourselves atop a hill overlooking the row of beach houses, with the ocean laying just beyond. Liza was standing in front of me, taking in the view. I had let her take the lead, giving the occasional direction from behind. My reason was not hard to discern; there was nothing quite like watching that perfect ass as she swayed her hips.

“I know what’s got you all quiet,” she said playfully. Indeed the conversation had been flowing up to the point. With me taking the lead, of course.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“The amazing view, isn’t it?” She giggled. “Just look at those sparkling beaches, the vast blue sea…”

I chuckled. “Don’t act like you don’t know what view I’m enjoying. You’ve been moving that ass like a stripper trying to wring out every last cent from her audience.”

“Is it working?” She asked coyly.

I reached forward, pulling her back so her ass was flush against my hard cock. She grinded it sexily. I let out a low groan. “You tell me yourself.”

“Can I take care of that for you? Maybe you’d finally like to take my pussy. It’s been waiting for you.”

I pulled away. “Soon, dear. Not today.” I gave her ass one last domineering grope. “I’ll be seeing you.”

I turned around and walked away. Unlike her, I was not ruled by my desires. She had no control over me, not even that measure of control. Something she needed to learn before she would be completely mine.

“I can’t wait!” She called after me.

The Brightway Street Mall was as crowded as one might expect for a Sunday afternoon. Everyone from harried grocery shoppers to bitches looking for some new slutwear had reason to be here. The latter was obviously much more interesting to me than the former, but neither was the reason I was here.

Noir Lingerie was a high-end shop, the sort that I sent assistants to when I wanted more slutty outfits for my bitches. In fact, I might have owned it. I wasn’t sure.

But I was here myself this time. My reason for that was the news I had just heard; they had just released a new clothing line, taking full advantage of the repeal of the Public Decency Act. I wanted to see what they had come up with.

When I caught sight of the cashier, I decided that surveying the new lingerie could wait. A beautiful bitch, with long dirty-blond hair and deep blue eyes. Her face was almost as distracting as her melons. And her uniform, a pushup bra that failed to cover her nipples- Well, that was certainly something I wanted to survey.

I casually walked up to the girl, eyes fixed firmly on her exposed tits. She didn’t react to my staring, likely very used to it. “What can I do for you, sir?” She asked in that customer-service voice.

My eyes suddenly snapped up to meet hers, and she physically recoiled from the power of my stare. I was not some horny chump looking to bend her over the counter. I left much more of an impression on my conquests, even the ones I would never see again.

When I spoke, I didn’t make any allusion to the fact that I had tamed the bitch with one look. I said calmly, “I hear you offer tailoring services here. Is that right?”

She fake-smiled. “We don’t sell men’s clothes here, sir, but I can take your measurements and refit any of your clothing if you’d like.” Her tone didn’t quite manage to conceal the confusion and arousal that were overwhelming her.

“Excellent,” I replied, gesturing to my obviously perfectly tailored suit. “I’ve been meaning to get this tailored.”

“Of course! Right this way, sir.”

She stepped out behind the counter, revealing the interesting lower half of her lingerie. It seemed to be some sort of thong, but it didn’t have any strings that went over the hips. Instead, it was just one piece of fabric with a cup that went over the pubic area at the front. She turned around, revealing the back to be just a stiff piece of fabric in between her ass cheeks. I couldn’t imagine a sluttier piece of underwear.

As she began to lead me toward the back, I commented, “That’s quite the garment you have on.”

“It’s part of our new line sir, just released in honor of the repeal. We call it a c-string.” Though her voice was steady, the blush spreading to her back revealed she knew exactly where my eyes remained fixed.

We stepped into a cluttered, cramped space, which seemed to double as a fabric storage room. I supposed not many got their tailoring at a lingerie store. I wasted no time stripping down, revealing my perfectly sculpted body. I made to remove my boxers.

“Sir, you don’t–”

She couldn’t help cutting off at the sight of my dick. A massive specimen, even flaccid as it was. “I want to make sure your measurements are as accurate as possible,” I told her. “Well? I don’t have all day.”

She got out a tape measure, and began to measure my shoulders. From there she worked her way down, touching my muscles much more than was strictly necessary. With every measurement, she grew visibly more aroused. Eventually, she had to crouch down to measure my waist and thighs. This brought her face to face with my half-hard cock.

Based on her expression, she hadn’t been expecting that. I didn’t know how; it was eminently predictable. It never paid to bet on a bitch showing even the slightest sign of having a brain.

This particular bitch couldn’t help but take a deep whiff, absorbed as she was in the overpowering nature of my masculine musk. It was quite the comedic sight. I picked up my cock in my hand, before delivering a WHACK to her face. That got her attention.

“Can’t even do your job without getting distracted, slut? I guess even a job like this is too much for you whores. Very well, I might as well use you for the only thing you’re actually good for. Stick out that tongue, cunt.” Of course, my intention had always been to fuck the bitch. But I had handled the situation such that I got exactly what I wanted, while at the same time shaming her for being a dumb whore. Messing with bitches was really one of my favorite things to do.

The cashier obediently stuck out her tongue, too overwhelmed by my presence to do anything else. I slapped my cock down onto her plump lips and wet tongue. It made a satisfying THWACK, accompanied by a slight moan. I did it again, to a louder moan. On the third cockslap, the bitch spasmed, cumming all over the floor.

I just scoffed. “Pull yourself together, slut. I’m in the mood for some anal.”

She managed to moan out, “If you wish, sir, but I really must get back to thAAAHHH!”

As she had been talking, I had flipped her over, removing her ridiculous panties as I spit on my dick. I then wasted no time impaling her asshole, cutting her off and causing an abrupt scream. She was tight as fuck. I groaned, savoring the feel of her guts clenching involuntarily around my shaft. Then I picked up the pace. That really got her screaming. It also got her cumming her brains out.

With each thrust, I went deeper and deeper. Each time, I delivered a stinging slap to her ass, until I bottomed out in the bitch, pausing to give her tits a nice grope. Then I started really jackhammering her asshole. Every thrust saw her climax again. Her screaming was likely to alert the whole mall to what was going on, not that I gave a fuck.

“What’s going on in there?!” A man shouted angrily. So my suspicions were confirmed. It was unlikely that anyone would give a shit about us fucking in here unless they were a customer trying to buy something, or maybe the girl’s manager.

Well, I wasn’t here to stop anyone from getting their shit. If the slut thought I couldn’t go any faster, she was dead wrong. I grabbed the measuring tape that had fallen to the side and stuck it into her open mouth, before pulling her head back with both ends in my hand. I used it like the reins of a horse to increase the speed of my fucking. I could barely hear the sound of my balls slapping furiously against her cunt over her screaming.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDD!”

Even as she came one last time, I climaxed with a roar. First, I triumphantly filled her asshole with my jizz. I then pulled out, coating her ass, back, and formerly perfect hairdo.

That was how I left her, lying on the floor in a cum-drunk daze. After I had stuck one of my silver buttplugs up her gaping asshole, of course. As I left the room, still zipping up my fly, I saw the man who had been shouting. A short man, dressed casually, with a beautiful nude bitch crawling behind him on a leash. I smirked at him. He smirked back. Then he turned his attention back to the slut visible through the now-open door.

“Stop slacking off and get over here, bitch! Are you selling this new fucking lingerie or not?!” Perhaps he had the right idea; it was good stuff. I resolved to have Audrey come over and buy a few sets.

The last thing I heard as I walked away was the delirious “I’ll b-be with you right away, s-sir!”