Helen and Stacy find some costumes and have some fun

The four stunning women made quite an entrance when they crossed the door of the store, each one a ravishing and confident beauty, although Sofia Varko was drawing more attention than the others. This was partly because of her curvy body encased into a form-fitting mini dress, and partly because the Varkos were the owners of this place, as they owned a large part of the city. Their influence was clearly visible in the shop, from the attractive saleswomen to the racks filled with a wide collection of slutty club-wear as well as several costumes, most of them made of leather, vinyl or latex.

After perusing the shelves, Helen and Stacy each grabbed a costume as well as some lingerie. Both of them wanted to compete with Amanda and Sofia who claimed they already have perfect outfits for the following night. Both mother and daughter wanted to show their newly-acquired kinky side and flaunt their attractive bodies. Unknowingly, they each desired to be the alpha seductress of the party and seduce whoever they wanted.

Each of them were guided toward two large changing rooms while Sofia and Amanda sneaked out into a room at the back of the store.

***

“Damn I look good,” Helen thought with arrogance as she posed in front of a large mirror. She was naked except for a tiny black thong and a pair of black leather boots, the high heels making her look taller and more dominant. She would never usually admire her naked body for so long, especially in a shop, but the sight of her naked body turned her on. She was put out of her self-admiring trance by a slight movement on the mirror’s reflection. She could see a man behind the curtain, spying her discreetly. Helen’s first thought was to scream for help, outraged that some pervert could spy on her. But on the other hand, seeing this man risking a scandal just to steal a glance of her body flattered her ego and stimulated her burgeoning exhibitionist streak.

Instead of covering herself, Helen massaged her breasts, moaning softly when she teased her hard nipples. “God, I’m becoming such a slut,” she thought, reveling in the fact she was causing such desire in the stranger behind the curtain. Bending forward, she grabbed a black spandex catsuit, showing him her generous backside in the process, the broad cheeks separated by the black Y of the thong. Then she slowly slipped on the catsuit, enjoying the feeling of the stretchy fabric tightly hugging her naked flesh. She smiled as she saw her reflection in the mirror, tugging the front zipper to reveal a large part of her breasts, her hard nipples tenting the fabric as she moved the zipper barely above her belly button.

She decided to stop her little teasing game, and suddenly opened the curtain wide, the peeping-tom stumbling backward in surprise as he stared at the unobstructed vision of lust wrapped in form-fitting spandex. Tugging the zipper, she slowly began to move it down as she watched the man in front of her.

“So, did you have your fun watching me?” she asked seductively. “Do you think I should wear panties under it or go bareback?” she added while moving the zipper down, revealing her aureolas and her belly, until she revealed her tiny black thong, visibly soaked with her arousal.

“Or maybe you want to help me with this?” Helen asked, running a finger across her panties before plunging it inside, moaning as she realized she was masturbating in front of a stranger in a store where anyone could find her.

The man stood there motionless, shaking slightly. Moving her gaze down, Helen smirked when she saw the bulge in his pants, a large stain growing larger in the fabric covering his crotch. Finally coming back to his senses, the man ran away, almost bumping into a young saleswoman who was coming from the other side of the shop.

“Pfff, he can’t keep up with me,” Helen said arrogantly, feeling incredibly proud to see the effect she had caused. She brought her finger back up to her lips, licking at her glistening juices before sensuously biting at it with her perfect white teeth. “Well, no one said the fun is over,” she thought, moving two fingers into her thong.

***

Stacy smiled wickedly as she stared at her reflection. Remembering the fun she had with Amanda at the strip club, she had chosen a nun outfit made of latex, the black and white material shining as it hugged her frame.

“I really hope it’ll please Zoltan during the party,” she thought. “Or even Mister Varko, I’m sure his dick is as big as his chauffeur.”

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning on her high-heeled leather boots, the short dress revealing her bare cunt to the person sitting in the changing room.

“It-it’s very good, really suits you,” the young woman said, blushing profusely as she stared at Stacy. The blonde-haired saleswoman clearly wanted to be anywhere but here but when a friend of the Varko is asking something you couldn’t say no. What started as a little help adjusting the boots became a lewd yet sensual display, Stacy clearly enjoying tormenting the young woman as she paraded in the large room, first trying a few sets of bra and panties before finally trying the nun costume.

While the costume wasn’t showing a lot of cleavage, it was clearly made to enhance Stacy’s long legs and provided an incredibly erotic contrast between what it was representing and the aura of sexuality Stacy seemed to have.

“Just good?” she asked with a pout. “I don’t want to it to be good, I want to be fucking sexy in it!” she said, moving toward the saleswoman. Stacy stretched luxuriously, caressing her lithe hourglass figure before kneeling down, moaning as she licked her lips, her gaze buried into the saleswoman. She arched her back sensuously as she spread her legs wide, the dress rising enough to display her shaved pussy for the mesmerized woman.

“I want people to stare at me, I want to see the desire, the lust in their eyes, I want them to lick me, to fuck me,” Stacy said, her voice getting more assertive and more sensuous. “And you will do it now,” she added.

The blonde woman’s eyes seemed slightly gazed as she slowly moved toward Stacy. Her sexual trance was suddenly broken by the loud ring of the shop’s door signaling its opening. Remembering where she was, she squealed as she ran away, almost bumping into a man coming from the other side of the shop.

Stacy stayed alone in the changing room, breathing deeply as she calmed down. She almost couldn’t believe what she did. Strangely she didn’t feel too much shame when she recalled the events, instead of being disappointed the saleswoman didn’t go down on her as she wanted. Casting her eyes away, she noticed a small bag of accessories coming with the costume. Inside were two necklaces, one with a large cross and another with a pentagram. The vision of the holy symbol was making her slightly nervous so she grabbed the pentagram and put the necklace on her.

“Splendid,” she said as she stared at her reflection, I can’t wait for the party.”

***

“MMMmmmh, yes, they’re showing so much potential,” Sofia Varko said between moans. She was sitting naked on a large couch in the store’s security room, facing 2 large screens displaying the changing rooms. Amanda was on all fours between her thighs, dutifully licking the tanned woman’s snatch like the experienced whore she was.

“You know what to do next?” Sofia asked, moving Amanda’s head up from her drooling hole.

"Mmmhhh yes mistress,” the slutty blonde said, swiping with her tongue at the pussy juices that coated her full lips.

**

Meanwhile, at the Varko’s house.

“Aarrhhg please, I-I don’t think I can take more,” Kent groaned, clutching at his chair as he stared under the large desk in his new office. Hitomi was sitting under the desk, skillfully sucking his erect shaft toward another orgasm. At first, it seemed like a fantasy getting true for Kent, working while a busty woman was on her knees giving him a blowjob. And Hitomi’s mouth was like heaven, the busty Japanese maid deepthroating him with ease and having an insatiable appetite for cum.

That was the problem…

Unbeknownst to him, his drink had been spiked with Viagra and Hitomi intended to drain poor Kent dry. The first orgasms were amazing, Kent loving the powerful sensation of unloading into the maid’s hungry mouth. But she’d been at it for hours.

Hitomi leaned forward again, sticking her lower lip and tongue on the bottom of Kent’s cockhead and opened her mouth. She jacked off the stiff prick faster, moaning as she felt another orgasm ran into Kent’s cock. The exhausted man watched a few weak streams of jizz fired into the maid’s throat, coating her tongue in white again. She pulled his head out and rubbed it against her lips, coating her full lips with the last drops while looking at him. She swallowed Kent’s cum once again before finally moving away.

“Ten Sir,” she said calmly. “I hope you appreciated your workday and that I’ll have more occasion to assist you,” she added before walking away, leaving poor Kent panting as he wondered if sometimes it’s better when fantasies don’t get real.

“Well, at least I hope the others will have fun this evening, I’m gonna need a shower and long night,” he thought.