To the mall

The bus ride is uneventful. You receive the usual stares from the male passengers but nobody tries to make contact with you, had they known that not half an hour ago you where handcuffed to a bed while a large black man was fucking you and capturing the entire scene on camera they might would have made a move on you.

You spend most of the afternoon at the mall and all of the money you have as well, telling yourself that after what you have been through you feel that you have deserved it. Shopping, and shopping big, has you in a great mood at the end of the day but as you’re about to leave goes by a new store you haven’t seen before and there you see a beautiful little dress and pumps that you immediately falls for. However by now you don’t have the funds to buy it, so you leave the mall sulking a bit.

Sitting in the bus you feel frustrated at having spent your money before you saw that outfit, and at the same time the tingling in your body begins to return in full ****. After Tyrone fucked you, ‘well **** me’ you remind yourself, the excitement of it remained and you were still horny as you left the studio. Shopping had kept your mind off it but now those feelings returns and you squirms in the seat as the bus drives down Willow Street you remember that there is an adult store at the strip mall which you have wanted to visit for a long time. Having turned eighteen now, being home alone and feeling very horny this might be the time to make that visit…

You wanted to have a naughty adventure today you think as you stand outside ReXXX’s looking at the blinking purple X’s. Smiling you walk inside, carrying lots of shopping bags with you. The air is thick with a scent of plastic and oils, the sound of porn flicks echoing the room and only a couple of people browsing the aisles, all of them creeps by the look of it. You look to register but there is no body behind it, next to that there is an entrance to something called “Booth Alley”, whatever that is you think and walks down one aisle. You stop to look at some leather outfits and then some sexy lingerie, biting your lower lip you’re getting even hornier if possible.

You reach a section with toys thinking you might want to bring one home to help calm the tingling in your loins. You look at the selection of vibrators feeling almost lightheaded from thinking of the pleasure they could give. You then see something that catches your attention, on a shelf above your head there is a large black dildo. It’s a good foot long and fat with veins and everything… your pussy spasm as you grab hold of the box, your thoughts going back to your experiences that morning.

A booming voice brings you attention towards the register. Wide eyed you turn to see Tyrone coming out from a door behind the counter along with some fat man with thin black hair, they are talking to one another and you snap out of your thought, realizing that you’re staring with the fake cock in your arms still. Turning away you put the box away and keeps your head turned away from the register and your ****.

You’re no longer looking at any of the products in the store, just staring down and panting hoping that Tyrone leaves without seeing you, your knuckles turns white as you grasps firmly onto a shelf in front of you.

“Well, miss Joy!” you hears and, with the shadow that glides over you, you know that he’s standing right behind you. “I didn’t think a young thing like you would frequent a shop such as this!” he chuckles as you bring yourself to turn around and face him. You’re feeling frightened by him, but at the same time you have to admit that his presence is a turn on for you, so much so that your pussy is literally soaking in anticipation.

“Uhhmm… It’s… I just took a look around…” you mumble in respond trying to avoid eye contact with the black giant.

“Yeah?” he grins at you stepping closer to you to look at the items you were looking at, “Looking for anything in particular?” he grins at you.

“Oh… no, just browsing you know…” you trails off.

“Okay…” he says and put his large arm around you, grabbing your shoulder and turning your body to the shelf at which you placed the black dildo in panic. You now see that nothing else on that shelf fits in line with that particular product, cursing yourself. “You know…” he says grabbing the box, “I did gave you my card… this doesn’t really come close to the real thing, bitch.”

You’re lost for word as he hands you the dildo and as in a trance you don’t catch onto what he tells you next, but he keeps talking as you walk to the counter and the fat man takes your money for the fake cock, a grin on his face.

“So my place or yours?” he ask as you step out of the shop, “Or you got plans for tonight?”

You look up at him, your mind going at a hundred mile per hour…