Shopping for shoes

Sunday morning Erica wanted to go shoe shopping and pouted prettily at Michael to go with her.

"Only on my terms," he told her.

"Oooo, sounds risky. And what would your terms be, Mr. Rourke?"

"You wear a skirt and a thong. I want to see your legs."

"And you want to think about what's under my skirt," she grinned.

"Something like that."

"Very well, I accept your terms."

"That's only the first set. Go and change and I'll give you the additional terms."

"A mystery," she smiled, kissing him. "And a promise. And the merest hint of a threat." She flicked her hips at him, looking over her shoulder as she went to change.

She returned, dressed in a flouncy skirt, and pirouetted for him.

"As ordered, sir. Does it meet with your approval?" She gave him a saucy grin.

"It does." He smiled and she strutted towards him, placing her hands on his chest.

"And the rest of your terms? I await them with bated breath."

For answer he took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.

"Oh goody," she giggled. "My favorite kind of terms."

He pushed her face down on the bed, spreading her legs apart. She sighed happily, lifting her ass to him. He flipped the dress up and pulled the thong aside, playing his tongue over her, lapping her moisture, feeling her shudder.

When she was thoroughly wet he pulled away and she whined in dismay. He opened the drawer of the night table and took out a small butt plug. He poured oil into his palm and stroked her ass, lubricating her fully while she groaned.

"Fuck me, Michael! You've got me so horny," she pleaded. For answer he pushed the plug against the rosebud of her ass, inserting it fully as her moans deepened.

"God, you bastard, you turn me into such a slut," she hissed, writhing her hips at him. "Fuck me now," she demanded, snarling over her shoulder.

"Not yet," he said flipping her dress down and pulling her to her feet. Her eyes were wide and startled.

"Like this? I can't go like this," she panted.

"Those are my terms," he smiled. "I think you'll find it improves the experience."

"If I go out like this I'll **** the first man I see," she laughed, squirming. "I don't even know if I can walk with this thing in me."

"I'm sure you can control yourself," he grinned. "Let's go."

Erica found it tremendously exciting to walk with the plug in. More than anything she wanted Michael's cock in her, taking her, filling her completely, but she walked to the car with him, her erotic curiosity rampaging.

Sitting in his car she crossed her legs, letting her dress ride up high. She rocked gently, loving he sensations and pressures within her.

"You make me feel like a horny little slut," she laughed with a catch in her voice.

"You are a horny little slut."

"You say the sweetest things, lover. Do you like what you see here?" she asked, pulling her dress higher. He smiled at her, pulling the car out of the parking stall.

"Hold on, lover," she said, touching his arm. He stopped the car and looked at her inquiringly. "I need to adjust something." She smiled and leaned towards him, unzipping him and freeing his cock, taking it in her soft mouth.

"Mmmmm, that's what I need," she murmured happily, licking and teasing him. "Drive on Mr. Rourke, I have this covered."

Michael drove carefully through quieter side streets, striving to maintain concentration as Erica's eager, talented mouth worked on him. One hand on the wheel, he stroked her hair, urging his hips upwards into her bobbing head.

She gave little satisfied moans as she sucked and licked him, rocking her hips against the delicious pressure inside her. Michael's cock pulsed and throbbed, loving the feel of her wet, warm mouth.

Finally, with a deep satisfied grunt, Michael came in Erica's devouring mouth. She pumped his shaft, sucking and licking, cleaning him like a kitten before tucking him away and sitting back in her seat with a happy look on her face.

"That was impressive," he said breathlessly.

"I thought it was fair payment for the plug in my ass, babe."

"Oh, there is much more to come for you, Espresso."

"Goody. I love treats," she giggled.

He smiled, his eyes flickering at her as she fixed her lipstick in the visor mirror. She caught his glance, grinned at him, squirming in her seat.

"I'm going to tease you mercilessly for this, Mr. Rourke. Not today, but there will be payback."

"I'm counting on it," he replied, laughing.

As they drove she dropped a hand to his thigh, toughing it lovingly. She laid her head back, reclined her seat and rocked her hips, humming softly, occasionally interrupting herself with a little intake of breath. Her other hand lay in her lap gently pressing on her mound.

When they parked in an underground garage she waited for Michael to come around the car to open her door and help her out. She gave a low moan as she stood.

"God, I'm drenched," she whispered, kissing him. "It's quiet here, lover. Fuck me in the car."

"Patience, Espresso. The fun has barely started."

"Bastard," she laughed, taking his arm and walking with him.

They took the elevator to the street and joined the crowd of sidewalk shoppers. She smiled happily at him, at the day, at the erotic pressure within her. And then she was suddenly gasping, melting against him, holding him for support as a pulse of vibration hit her. She caught her breath and saw passersby glance at her. The vibration stopped and she steadied herself, looking at Michael.

"What was that?"

Smiling he held up a small remote control, touched a button and the vibrations gripped her again. Mouth open, she writhed for a moment, staring at him.

"You bastard," she giggled softly. "You sadistic bastard."

They strolled up the street, Erica staggering periodically as half expected bursts of vibration pulsed in her ass.

"I'm probably dripping down my legs," she whispered to him. "Take me somewhere and fuck me."

All in good time," he smiled. "You wanted to shop for shoes. I thought you could combine your pleasures."

"You're an evil man, Mr. Rourke," she moaned lightly, squeezing his arm as the vibration hit her again.

They entered an upscale shoe store and strolled among the displays until Erica found something she liked. She pointed to several styles and asked a clerk to see them in her size. They sat together, waiting for the clerk to return with boxes. She squirmed, barely suppressing a gasp as a long pulse of vibration rippled through her.

"Stop it Michael," she whispered. "I'm nearly out of control."

"You know what to say to make it stop," he reminded her. She stared at him biting her lip, a hint of panting in her breathing.

"You can't make me lose control," she said, a challenging look in her eye, met by a smile in his.

The clerk returned with a small stack of boxes, taking a seat on a bench in front of Erica. She opened the top one to reveal a pair of white high heels and helped her put them on. Erica stood, taking a few steps, looking at her feet in a mirror. A brief pulse of vibration erupted in her and she gasped involuntarily.

"They are gorgeous, aren't they?" the clerk said. Erica nodded, biting her lip, her gaze smoking at Michael.

"I'll take them. No, I don't have time to look at the others. Just these," she said in a clogged voice. Erica squirmed gently as the clerk rang the purchase up, then hustled Michael out of the store.

"Take me to the car and fuck me silly," she urged. "I can't wait to get home, Michael. I need your cock."

He led her up the street, hitting her with another burst of vibration.

"Stop it," she moaned. "Or I'll fuck someone right here on the sidewalk. God Michael, I need your cock."

He turned down a side street and then down an alley, pushing her into a doorway barely out of sight of the street. He lifted her dress and pushed between her thighs, freeing his throbbing cock. As he pressed the tip against her sodden cleft he pushed the button on the remote, sending a steady pulse of vibration through her.

"Oh God yes, fuck me. Fuck me like a whore, fuck me like a dirty little whore in an alley," she implored him, clawing at his back and grinding herself against him. "Give me your cock, give me your fucking cock, fuck this dirty little whore."

He plunged into her, banging her against he door, possessing her, owning her. She clung to him, biting his shoulder, urging him with obscene pleas, rocking her hips to meet his impaling thrusts. In a moment she was coming, biting his shoulder hard to contain her screams, her velvet cunt convulsing around his pulsing meat, sending his hot cream spurting into her, filling her.