The shopper and stylist, but not straight away

Eventually I allowed my cousin to persuade me that there was nobody there and we fell back to kissing and I continued to plunder her eager pussy with my intrusive fingers. Had I been aware of it, I might have noticed that my palm pilot was busily flashing away on the nearby table.

Anastacia began to pant and gasp against my kisses and I began to finger her harder again, until she cried out.

“Harder, harder! Thank you! Fuck me harder!” she gasped.

“I wish I had a cock to fuck you with properly,” I commented.

“Perhaps one of these would do,” somebody replied.

I paused in surprise, three fingers still stuffed inside my cousin. But it wasn’t she that had spoken, it was a man – although a slightly effeminate one otherwise I would have been more shocked.

Anastacia was still coming down from the almost orgasm, but I looked over to where the voice had originated. There were in fact two somewhat flamboyant men standing there, one young and black, one older and white. Arrayed on the table in front of them was a selection of strap-on dildos.

“Who are you people?” I asked eventually.

“Ah, Gervaise, don’t they look sweet when they have their fingers stuck in each other’s sticky wet cunts?” said the somewhat camp black man with obvious distaste.

“Hmmm… yes, Julian,” began the other, “now these two obviously come as a pair…”

“Yes I heard them, dear.”

“…which presents a unique styling opportunity. I’m thinking matching outfits (hmmm… difficult with the red hair and the blonde). I’m thinking mistress and maid. I’m thinking dominatrix and sub. Oooh, my creative juices are flowing.”

“I take it you’re my stylist,” I commented, sliding my sticky fingers out of Anastacia’s moistened depths – to the sound of her sighing.

“Julian de Vere at your service,” responded the man who had just spoken. He bowed low and proffered his hand. He went to kiss mine, but then remembering where it had just been he straightened again quickly. “It will be my pleasure to create a style to be admired for mademoiselle and her… erm… friend.”

“Are you French then?” I asked.

“No, just pretentious,” the camp man replied.

“Well, if you’re my stylist,” I went on, “and you’re my shopper,” I added, addressing the black man, “I think that Uncle Ken was thinking of a style that I could be seen in public with – not a dominatrix.”

“I think,” replied Gervaise, the shopper, “you should let us be the judge of that. Once Julian has agreed a style with you – a theme if you like - it will be up to me to purchase memorable items that will subtly hint at your relationship.” He paused and then looking disdainfully at our naked bodies he added: “Without thrusting it in their face.”

“And then it will be back to me,” continued Julian, “to style your hair and make you over appropriately.”

“And what are these in aid of?” asked Anastacia, picking through the pile of strap-on dildos on the table.

“The young lady requested a cock,” responded Gervaise. “I provided a selection. Its what I do.”

“Haven’t you got one of your own then, big boy?” asked Anastacia teasingly.

“Yes,” the black man responded. “But I’m rather particular about where I put it.”

This brought a smirk to the face of Julian.

“So are you two…?”

“Bent as a nine bob note my dear,” confirmed the older man.

Anastacia chose to take this as a challenge.

“So,” she began, strapping on a mean looking veined black dildo, “if I was to roughly take my cousin with one of these, it wouldn’t do a think for you?”

The two men simply sniffed.

“Okay then, bitch,” the flame haired minx addressed me in her best dominatrix tones, “I order you to suck my cock.”

“Oooh yes please, mistress,” I said in my cheesiest sub voice and began at once to lick and suck on the rubbery member. I knew that I had to make a good job of it as that same item would soon be roughly plundering my depths. I glanced to one side and noted, to my consternation that Julian and Gervaise were over by the pool, with palm pilots out, having a private conversation.

I didn’t have time to think about this however, before cousin Anastacia pushed me roughly backwards. The big black dildo reared over me, before the busty redhead thrust it unceremoniously into my defenceless puss. Determined to dominate, and in contrast to our earlier love-making, my cousin pinned my wrists down and thrust wildly into me. Her large breasts hung down over my face and I attempted to catch the nipples in my mouth. But more often than not, I was just slapped by her swinging titties as she continued to thrust into me.

“Do you like that, bitch?” she snarled at me, really getting into character now. “Do you like my big hard cock in your pussy?”

I said nothing, but found that her dirty talk really was beginning to turn me on. I began to breathe heavily as the battering of my pussy continued unmercifully. My small breasts began to tingle, even though nothing was touching them except the cool air. A feeling of mounting desire suffused my whole body. I began gasping and then crying out in growing pleasure as the redhead continued to use my body to her own perverse ends.

Finally my orgasm rippled through me and every part of my body burned with passion.

As I lay sweating and gasping for breath, stroking the flame red hair of my lusty cousin, who still lay across me, Julian and Gervaise approached.

“If you two young… ladies? …are ready,” began Gervaise.

“Hell, yeah, let’s shop,” responded Anastacia, looking up.

“Not so fast,” countered Julian.” First we have to agree a theme.

“Oh, yeah, the dominatrix or sub thing,” recalled Anastacia, dismissively.

“Or mistress and maid,” continued Julian, “or after that last performance, perhaps lady and street slut would be in order. Or a choice of your own of course.”

“Do they have to be powerplay things?” I asked, “can’t we dress equally?”

“Certainly, we could make you the next Paris and Nicky Hilton. Or we could go for a more demure Catholic schoolgirl look. Or a more **** wild child theme, perhaps. Or something of your own choosing.”

“Just remember,” added Gervaise, “that this is not fancy dress, that you can change at will. What you choose will affect the way that people perceive you in society and the media from now on.”