She gets hit on by a dominant customer

Glancing across the dimly lit store Dirk could hardly believe his eyes. He had heard the bell ring to announce a newcomer, but in his mind it had just been another sad, middle-aged man, some random pervert, and the golden rule had applied: Mind your own business.

It was not until a minute later that he had looked over, just a quick glance to check the surroundings that he had spotted her.

A tasty young thing, despite the cover of her clothes it was easy to see that this one was rocking a body. She stood in front of a shelf filled with dildos, her back to him and the rest of the store, daintily turning a twisted, purple glass dildo between her fingers before putting it back.

Completing his check of the store it seemed that of the four other customers, at least two had spotted the pretty newcomer, but both of them didn't dare to do more than give her nervous, lustful looks. Shy, socially incompetent shadow dwellers...

Counting the other customers out as concurrence, Dirk relaxed, knowing he had time. A DVD box in his hand he turned slightly so he could check the girl out inconspicuously while pretending to read about “Anita's Anal Adventures – A Cum Enthusiast Goes CRAZY!”.

The corner of his mouth pulled upwards in appreciation as he took in the view. He guessed her to be in her mid-twenties, from the looks of it a tourist, who did not usually come to an establishment like this but just was interested in the kick.

She wore a hoodie with the hood pulled deep to cover her face, something he had seen many rookies do over the years. As she wandered down the shelf he got a brief look at the side of her face. In addition to the hood she wore sunglasses and a tourist-shop-cap, hiding away half of her face, but it was the other half that made Dirk's cock twitch in his pants: Big, soft, sinful lips, just made to suck cock. He suppressed a moan, felt his cock elongate as he imagined his balls slapping against the girl's chin.

Then she turned her back to him again and this time Dirk was unable to stop his moan. So far, everything below the shoulder blades had been hidden by the shelves and merchandise. Now she stood at the end of his aisle and he god his first head-to-toe-view of her!

“Fuck!” Dirk hissed, his eyes narrowing greedily. The dark-gray yoga pants looked like they were molded to her butt! The tight fabric clung to one of the most perfect, firm booties Dirk had ever seen in his fifty-four years of life, hugging it so tight they looked painted on. They even showed off the crack of her ass, sinking deep into her ass. Just above, a slutty, pink g string peeked out cheekily.

The little blue bow trampstamp was the straw that broke the camels back.

Letting out a hissing breath, Dirk put the DVD back on the shelf. He had to have her! Giving a quick look in the dusty mirror above the DVD rack he squared his shoulders. He was not necessarily a pretty man. His skin was rather patchy white, the short trimmed beard hid a double chin. His hair had receded, so he had done the dignified thing and shaved his head clean. Back in his day, he had been athletic, but the years and the burgers had his that frame under a layer of fat. Nonetheless, at six foot five, he was still a powerful figure, dressed simply in black jeans and a tight black shirt. His most convincing feature however, were the gray, steely eyes, that demanded obedience.

As he stalked his prey, leisurely walking towards it he saw that she was now standing in front of a rack full of electrical bondage toys. Even from behind he could see that she had not the slightest clue what she was looking it, randomly picking up a long, red wand with a black handle. Cluelessly she investigated it closer as he stepped in.

“That one's a zapper!” he said, once he stood right behind her.

Her ass jiggled cutely when she jumped with surprise and turned her head before quickly looking back. “Uh... th-thanks!”

Dirk smiled. Initial nervousness. Definitely a newbie.

“Ever had bondage sex?” An indiscreet question, but given the location he was confident she wouldn't take offense.

“Yeah!” came the reply, a little too fast.

He chuckled. “I mean real bondage. Not just this wannabe-kinky 'Oh-I'm-handcuffed-I'm-such-a-dirty-girl'-sex!”

She didn't reply and for him that was answer enough. He saw from the shift in her body language that she was at least intrigued. Reaching over, he took the zapper from her hand without asking. She did not resist in the slightest, handing it over. Good!

“Want to know what this does?” he asked, waving the device in front of her eyes, his voice intentionally deep and low.

She nodded silently.

Smirking, Dirk took a step back. Licking his lips he hungrily stared at her butt before he pressed the tip of the red wand against the girl's right buttock and pushed the button.

ZAP!

“IIEK!” The girl's ass jiggled deliciously as the electricity made the muscle convulse and she jumped with shock, twirling around to face him. Her mouth gaped open in surprise and her hand shot to her butt-cheek, cradling the flesh.

Dirk chuckled, giving the girl a wink, nonchalantly twirling the zapper between his thick fingers. God-DAMN, she was pretty! Her hoodie hung open to reveal a black sports bra, displaying a taut midriff and a slutty amount of flawless, golden cleavage as well as two prominent pokies.

“That hurt!” the girl gasped, rubbing her bum.

“It's supposed to!” Dirk winked, “Did you like it?”

He saw the girl bite her cheek, pondering the question for a second before her face dropped slightly. “Yes!” she whispered finally.

“Good!” Dirk said. For starters... He put a bit more steel in his voice, knowing that the girl was on unfamiliar territory, that all it took was a bit of self-confidence to manipulate her. “Turn back around!”

The girl consciously looked around the store, at the other people. Dirk didn't. He kept his stare directed right at her, demanding. He didn't care if those losers watched.

After a second of hesitation, the girl complied, already inadvertently falling into a submissive role. They both knew why she had come here. To get fucked! He was not going to allow her to pretend different!

“Bend over!” he growled.

The girl obeyed, bending and pushing her yoga-pants-wrapped butt out in the process.

“What's your name?”

“Um... C-call me Honey!” came the quiet reply.

That made Dirk smile. Clever girl, he had to give her that! “You have a very nice ass, Honey!”

“Thank you!”

“Call me 'Sir'!”

“Thank you, Sir!”

The quickness of her reply made his dick harden in his boxers. “Pull your pants down, Honey!”

There was hesitation again. He knew it was a big ask for a new girl to show off in public, so he let it slide when she reached for her pants. However, just as she was about to obey she turned her head slightly and froze.

Dirk followed her eyes and saw an ugly little man stand at the end of the aisle, watching with big eyes. He didn't mind the audience, but he knew the girl did. Giving a sharp whistle he made the little man jump. All it took was a nod of his head to make him flee to the other side of the shop.

“Continue, Honey!” He used her faux name deliberately. Despite knowing it was fake, it still worked as a power tool.

He could see her fingers tremble as her thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her pants. Licking his lips he watched her inch them down over her tight, caramel-colored ass, exposing herself submissively in public for him.

Her butt really was a work of art! Two firm, round globes of flesh, separated by the band of her tiny pink g-string. On each cheek he could see fine tanlines of a bikini bottom that had covered about half of her booty.

He pushed the zapper first against her left, then her right buttock, shocking the naked flesh in quick succession.

ZAP! ZAP!

The girl gasped loudly the first time and let out a little squeal the second time, staggering forward in shock, her head twirling around and her shoulder bumping against the shelf.

Dirk smirked, skillfully swirling the zapper like a cowboy would his gun. “Those too!” he demanded, pointing his chin.

She looked up at him and despite the sunglasses he knew how big her eyes were at that moment. Her nostrils flared and her hands shook properly now.

“Do it!”

Asked twice, the girl obeyed, breathing heavily, and Dirk watched with satisfaction as the pink g-string came down to pool around her mid-thighs atop her bunched up yoga-pants.

It was not a surprise that the little slut was shaved. It was not a surprise that she had the most adorable little slit. He knew, wrapping that around your cock would feel like heaven.

He let the tips of his fingers caress her soft skin. First up the back of her right thigh, the initial contact making her jump. When he had reached her buttock he squeezed the supple flesh, hearing a gasp as the masked girl turned her head to look back at him, looking deliciously submissive.

Pulling the firm cheek to the side slightly he gave himself a clear view of her asshole and when he did he almost lost his cool. She was perfect! A nice, tight, puckered, brown iris, winking shyly.

Barely containing himself he moved on, his hand quickly moving down and the girl gasped when he suddenly and roughly cupped her sex, squeezing it. It was no surprise for him to find her cunt soaked!

He smiled down on her as he massaged her creamy twat in his hand, hearing her whimper.

“You're a little slut, aren't you, Honey?!” he growled.

The girl mewled pleadingly before vehemently shaking her head yes, pushing her cunt back into his hand.

“Very good!” Dirk said, a wolfish grin on his face.