The shop
Fiona was a no-nonsense kind of woman, her hair always tied back in a neat ponytail and her business suit impeccably pressed. She had been sent to this tiny, forgotten town for a work project that had already lasted three weeks and would likely extend another week. The hotel she was staying in was as bland as the town itself, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that felt like it was made of concrete.
Her work was going well, but her personal life was suffering. Being a lesbian in a place with no gay bar was like being a fish out of water, desperately gasping for air. The need for intimacy grew with each passing day, and her body was now screaming at her. She was ovulating, and it was as if her very core was crying out for release. But she had come unprepared; she had not brought any toys with her, thinking that her work would consume her every waking moment.
Each evening, as she lay in that uncomfortable bed, she could feel her body's desperate need for release. She had contemplated buying something to help, but the town's only sex shop was the last place she wanted to be seen. It was a sleazy-looking place, with a neon sign flickering in the window that read "Adult Toys Galore!" It was the kind of shop that made you feel like you needed to shower just from walking by it.
But tonight was different. The tension in her body was at a boiling point. She had met Sarah today, a goth girl with a sharp tongue and a knowing smile, who had told her that her grandpa owned the very same shop that had been taunting Fiona for days. It was as if the universe was giving her a nudge, a cheeky wink. And as she walked by the shop, the neon sign seemed to call out to her, beckoning with a promise of sweet relief.
The two old men inside the shop looked like they hadn't seen a woman in years, and their eyes feasted on Fiona like she was a steak at a vegan convention. She felt a mix of disgust and arousal as she approached the counter. The man behind it looked up and smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. "Sarah said you might pop by," he said, and Fiona felt her face heat up. She had made a mistake coming here, but she couldn't turn back now. The allure of those toys in the back was too strong.
"I'm looking for something to, um, help me relax," she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant. The man, who she now knew was Sarah's grandpa, winked at her. "Ah, I know just the thing," he said, his voice a gravelly rumble. He stepped out from behind the counter and led her past racks of DVDs with titles that would make a sailor blush and aisles filled with contraptions that looked like they were pulled from the darkest corners of a torture chamber. She tried not to look too interested, but the smell of leather and latex was oddly comforting in her current state.
Finally, they arrived at the promised land: a wall of vibrators. There were hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes, each promising a different kind of heaven. The neon lights flickered over the shelves, casting shadows that danced across the silicone and plastic. The air was thick with anticipation, and Fiona could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen so many toys in one place before. The old man stepped aside, giving her space to explore. "Take your time, darling," he said, his eyes twinkling.
The vibes ranged from the innocently cute to the downright monstrous, with names like "The Thunderer" and "The Whispering Temptress." Fiona picked up a few, weighing them in her hand, feeling the vibrations tickle her palm. The buzzing grew louder in her head, a symphony of need that she hadn't realized was there. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what each one could do to her, and she felt a slickness spread between her legs. She had to have one. Just one, she told herself, to get her through the rest of the week.
The Whispering Temptress caught her eye. It was small, discreet, and the perfect shade of pink. It looked like something that would fit right in her purse, and she could take it out whenever she needed it without raising any eyebrows.
Sarah's grandpa noticed her interest and, with a knowing smile, took it out of the box. He flicked the switch and the toy sprang to life, a gentle hum filling the air. He took Fiona's hand and guided the vibrator along her bare forearm, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she focused on the sensation. The old man chuckled softly, watching her reaction. "It's quite something, isn't it?" he said.
Fiona nodded, unable to form words. She could feel her body responding, the blood rushing to her core, her pussy begging to be touched. The vibrations were like a gentle whisper, promising a release she hadn't felt in weeks. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, and she knew the old man could smell it. His smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with something that was definitely not just professional interest. She felt a thrill of fear and excitement, a strange cocktail that only served to make her wetter.
The tension in the air grew thick, the old perverts in the corner seemingly forgotten. It was just her and the toy and the old man with his knowing smile. He held it against her skin a moment longer, watching as goosebumps pebbled her flesh, then set it back in its box with a snap.
"Now, this one," he said, reaching for another box, "is a real favourite of Sarah's."
Her eyes widened as he pulled out a vibrator that was anything but discreet. It was a monster, a deep, velvety red that made her think of blood and desire. The box was labelled "The Red Velvet," and Fiona couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what that could mean. She was about to ask how such a young girl could have a favourite in such a vast selection when he flipped the switch, and the room was filled with a low, powerful hum that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.
The old man stepped closer, the scent of him a mix of pipe tobacco and something faintly chemical. He reached out and touched the tip of the Red Velvet to her stomach, and the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was intense, overwhelming, and Her knees buckled, and she gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his. There was something in his gaze that was more than just a sales pitch. It was hunger, raw and undisguised.
Fiona felt a strange thrill at the thought that she could be the object of such desire, even here, in this place that was so far from what she was used to. Her pussy throbbed in time with the vibrator, and she knew she had to have it.
The old man, sensing her weakness, moved the vibe lower, tracing the curve of her hip and sending waves of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as the vibrations grew stronger, the anticipation making her wetter by the second. He followed the line of her thigh, the Red Velvet's hum echoing in the quiet shop, and she could feel her knees growing weaker.
Finally, with a deliberate slowness that was almost unbearable, he slid the toy along the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to the part of her that was begging for it. Fiona's breath hitched, and she could feel her body respond, her clit swelling and begging for contact. She looked at him, her eyes wide with need, and he simply nodded, a silent understanding passing between them.
With a flick of his wrist, the vibrator was pressed against her soaking wet pussy, the silicone kissing her clit through her trousers in a way that no one had in weeks. The vibrations were intense, and she felt her legs give out, but he was there, holding her up with a surprising gentleness. The two old perverts in the corner had moved closer now, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them, and she knew she should be disgusted, but all she could feel was the heat, the desire, the need for more.
The vibrations grew stronger, and she felt her orgasm building, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. She leaned into the counter, her breath coming in short gasps as he moved the toy in slow, deliberate circles. remors of pleasure shot through her, and she knew she was close.
With a sudden jerk, he pulled down her suit trousers, exposing her soaking wet white lacy panties to the cool air of the shop. The old men's eyes widened, and she heard one of them whisper something she couldn't quite make out. The fabric was clinging to her, and she could see the dark patch of her desire spreading across the material. Fiona felt a rush of embarrassment, but it was quickly swamped by a wave of lust that threatened to drown her.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I knew you'd like this one." His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down her spine. He slid the vibrator under the elastic of her underwear, and the contact with her bare skin was electric. She moaned, unable to hold back any longer, and she felt the eyes of the other customers on her, watching, hungry.
With surprising strength, he gave her ponytail a firm pull, making her bend over the counter. The position was humiliating, but it also sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her ass was in the air, her panties around her knees, and she felt utterly exposed. Yet, she didn't protest; she couldn't. The need for release was too strong.
The old man's hand traced the curve of her back, sending goosebumps skittering across her skin. His other hand held the Red Velvet firmly against her clit, the vibrations so intense she could feel them in her teeth. She gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white with the effort of staying upright. She could hear the wetness of her own arousal, a stark counterpoint to the buzz of the vibrator.
Fiona's thoughts were a whirlwind of sensation and need. The pressure was building, coiling in her belly like a serpent about to strike. She felt helpless, a plaything for this stranger and his curious customers. Yet, she didn't want it to stop. Each pulse of the Red Velvet brought her closer to the edge, and she could feel her pussy clenching around the emptiness within her.
The tension grew until it was almost unbearable, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.
And then, with a sudden, surprising strength, he pulled her back from the counter and led her to the Xframe displayed in the corner of the shop. Fiona's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't find the voice to protest. Her body was a live wire, her thoughts a haze of desire, and she found herself willingly letting him tie her wrists to the upper bars, her legs spread wide and secured to the lower ones. The cold steel against her skin was a stark contrast to the fire burning in her core.
With a wicked smile, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Fiona felt like a captured creature, displayed for his amusement and the lewd enjoyment of the old men who had gathered around her. Yet, she also felt a thrill of power, a sense that she was in control of this moment, that she had allowed this to happen.
The two customers, their eyes glazed with lust, stepped closer. They looked like they hadn't been this close to a young, attractive woman in years, and the sight of her bound and exposed was too much to resist. One of them reached out a trembling hand and began to unbutton her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched as the fabric parted, revealing the lacy black bra that contained her small but pert breasts. The air was electric with anticipation, and Fiona could feel her pulse racing in her chest.
The other man was more brazen. He reached out and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. She gasped as his thumb flicked over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in so long, and it was like a match thrown onto a pile of dry kindling. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel her breasts swelling with arousal.
The first man leaned in, his breath hot and sour against her neck. He kissed her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin, and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't deny the effect it was having on her. The vibrator remained pressed against her pussy, the vibrations now a constant reminder of her need.
The old man took his place between her legs again, the Red Velvet still humming with power. He slid the toy down her wet slit, teasing her entrance before pulling it back up to her clit. The men watched, their eyes greedy as they took in the sight of her bound body, her breasts bared and begging for attention.
"Stop," she whispered, the word barely audible above the buzz of the vibrator. "I've never been with a man before." The words hung in the air, thick with vulnerability and fear. The men's expressions didn't change, their eyes only growing more hungry at her admission.
Sarah's grandpa chuckled, a deep, dark sound that made her skin crawl. "Even better," he murmured, and the two old perverts leaned in closer, their hands reaching out to touch her. The man at her breasts pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure that followed was like nothing she had ever felt. The other man reached down and slid his hand between her legs, his thumb circling her clit as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep from screaming.
The vibrations grew stronger, the old man's hand moving faster and faster. She could feel the orgasm building, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Please," she gasped, "not like this." But her words fell on deaf ears, the men too lost in their own desires to hear her plea.
The first man leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. The old man at her pussy took this as encouragement, his thumb pressing harder, his other hand sliding down to her entrance. He teased her with his fingers, dipping them inside just enough to make her want more.
Her body was on fire, the pleasure and pain mixing in a heady cocktail that made her head spin. She struggled against the bonds, trying to push them away, but they only held her tighter. The men were relentless, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her exposed skin. She was their plaything, and she had no say in what they did to her.
The old man with the vibrator leaned in closer, whispering dirty things in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She felt his erection pressing against her thigh, and she knew what he wanted. The thought of it made her stomach turn, but she was so close, so desperate for release.
"You're going to make us all cum," he murmured, his hand moving faster and faster. The pressure was unbearable, the vibrations shaking her entire body. "You're going to love it, sweetheart."
Fiona's orgasm was a white-hot explosion, ripping through her like lightning. She screamed, the sound echoing through the empty shop. Her body convulsed, the pleasure so intense she couldn't breathe. And as she came, she felt the men around her release, their hands and mouths still on her, claiming her as their own.
The old man at her breasts came first, his hot spurt landing on her chest and neck. The other followed, his seed coating her thighs. And as the last spasm of pleasure left her, she felt the warm wetness of the old man's climax between her legs, the vibrator still buzzing against her sensitive flesh.
The room was silent except for the fading hum of the Red Velvet. The men stepped back, panting, their eyes still fixed on her trembling body. Fiona looked down at herself, the sticky mess covering her, and felt a wave of disgust and despair wash over her. She had never felt so used, so dirty.
But even as she felt the tears prick at her eyes, she knew that she had enjoyed it. The orgasm had been unlike any she had ever experienced, a crescendo of pleasure that had shaken her to her core. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the power of her own desire. She was both repulsed and intrigued by what had just happened.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Sarah emerging from the back room, her eyes wide with shock. Fiona felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized the girl had witnessed everything.
"What the fuck?" Sarah's voice was a mix of horror and fascination. "I knew you liked toys, but this is..." she trailed off, gesturing to the scene before her. The old man looked over, his grin widening.
"Just showing your friend here a little bit of what we have to offer," he said, his voice filled with pride. "It's all in the name of customer service, after all."
Fiona's head snapped up, her eyes meeting Sarah's.
Sarah looked at her with a mix of shock and something else, something darker that Fiona couldn't quite place. Before she could speak, the goth girl dropped to her knees, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop of cum that had dribbled down her chin. Fiona's eyes widened in disbelief, and she tried to pull away, but the restraint of the Xframe held her in place.
The old man chuckled, his grip on the vibrator tightening. "Sarah's quite the little helper," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And she's got quite the appetite for cleaning up messes."
The men in the corner had moved closer now, their pants tented with their own desires, watching the scene unfold. Sarah looked up at Fiona, her eyes gleaming, and she began to lick the cum from her neck, her tongue hot and wet against her skin. Fiona felt a shiver of revulsion and arousal, the two emotions fighting a war within her. She had never been with a woman who enjoyed this kind of degradation, and the sensation was confusing, to say the least.
The old man stepped back, his own desire evident as he watched his granddaughter clean Fiona. "Go ahead, darling," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Show her what you can do."
Sarah's tongue traced a path down Fiona's chest, following the trail of sticky cum to her breasts. She took a nipple into her mouth, suckling it clean while her hand worked the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles. The pleasure was intense, and Fiona couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing around the small, claustrophobic room.
Meanwhile, Sarah's grandfather had moved behind her, his gnarled hands reaching around to part her legs. His fingers slid under the hem of her short skirt, finding her panties already drenched with anticipation. He stroked her gently, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he felt her body respond to his touch.
Fiona's eyes were locked on Sarah, watching the girl's dark hair bob up and down as she pleasured her. The sight was erotic, and she felt her arousal spike again, the earlier orgasm forgotten.
The two old perverts had pulled out their own cocks, stroking them in time with the vibrator's movements. They were watching Fiona with greedy eyes, their lust palpable in the air. She felt a thrill of knowing that she had reduced them to this.
The old man's touch grew more urgent, his fingers slipping under the lace of Sarah's panties. He rubbed her clit, his thumb sliding into her wet pussy. Sarah moaned against Fiona's skin, the sound vibrating through her body. Fiona felt a strange kinship with the girl, a shared understanding of their mutual need for release.
The stimulation grew more intense, and Fiona felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. She was close, so close, and the sight of Sarah's grandpa fingering her while she licked Fiona's breasts was only pushing her closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slick noises of their bodies moving together.
One of the old men stepped forward, his trembling hand reaching for Fiona's pussy. His touch was rough, his fingers digging into her folds as he sought out her clit. She bit back a cry of protest, but the pleasure was too much. Her body arched against the restraint of the Xframe, and she could feel the old man's excitement as he pushed a thick fingers inside her.
Sarah looked up at her, her eyes glazed with lust. She was close, so close to her own release, and the sight of her grandpa taking control was driving her wild. Her mouth moved from Fiona's nipples to kiss her neck, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she moaned.
The old man's fingers inside Fiona felt like a vice, his knuckles brushing against her g-spot with every thrust. She had never been with a man, but she had never felt anything like this before, not even with her own toys. She was so wet that she could hear the squelching sound with every movement, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came again.
The second man stepped closer, his cock now fully erect and bobbing with excitement. He reached out and began to rub Fiona's stomach, his hand inching closer and closer to her pussy. The anticipation was unbearable, and she could feel the tension in her body coil even tighter.
The old man's fingers curled inside her, and she heard him murmur something to himself. It sounded like amazement, and she realized that he was marvelling at how tight she was. Despite the situation, she felt a twisted sense of pride at being able to give them what they wanted, what they hadn't expected from her.
The man at her pussy began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clit in time with the vibrator's rhythm. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she couldn't escape.
Sarah's grandpa leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. "You're so tight, darling," he growled. "I can't believe it." His voice was thick with desire, and she knew that he was close to his own release. The knowledge that she could make these men feel this way, that she had this power over them, was intoxicating.
Fiona's hips began to buck, her body responding to the relentless assault. She could feel the man's cock against her leg, his excitement growing with every thrust. The vibrations from the Red Velvet were a constant presence, a reminder of the depravity she had allowed herself to be drawn into.
And then, with a guttural roar, the old man pulled his hand away, leaving Fiona feeling empty and needy. She watched as he stepped back, his cock in his hand, and began to stroke himself in time with the vibrator that was still humming against her clit. The sight of him, of his raw, animalistic need, was almost too much to handle.
The second man took his place, his own cock now in his hand. He looked up at her with a mix of hunger and respect, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to rub his shaft. The old man leaned in and whispered, "You're going to make us all cum, sweetheart."
The room was spinning, the sounds of skin on skin and the wetness of their desires filling the air. Fiona could feel herself losing control, her body betraying her, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion.
As the second man reached his climax, the old man took over, his grip on her pussy tightening. He began to pump his own cock in time with the vibrator, the two of them working in unison to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, with a scream that she didn't recognize as her own, Fiona came again. Her body spasmed, her pussy clenching around the vibrator and the old man's thick fingers. She could feel their cum spurt against her thighs, their release mingling with her own.
Sarah looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, her mouth open in a silent 'O' of surprise. At the sight of Fiona's climax, she let go of her own restraint, and Fiona felt the hot rush of the girl's squirt against her skin. The sensation was new, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
The old man pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with Sarah's juices. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Mmm," he murmured. "You're a natural, darling."
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex. Fiona's body was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, and she couldn't help but watch as Sarah's grandpa brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her. His eyes never left hers as he did so, a challenge in his gaze.
The old man leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "You're going to be a regular here, aren't you?" he said, his hand still stroking his cock. "We'll take good care of you."
Fiona didn't know what to say. She felt used, but she also felt alive. The sensations were too intense, too overwhelming to process. The vibrator was still buzzing against her clit, and she knew that she could come again with just a few more strokes.
The second man stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion. "That was..." he trailed off, his voice hoarse. "That was incredible."
Sarah looked up at her with a wicked smile, her cheeks flushed. "Welcome to the family," she whispered
Fiona felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal. She had never felt so degraded, so objectified, and yet she couldn't deny the power that it brought her.
The old man stepped back, zipping up his pants with a sigh of satisfaction. "You're going to be a big hit around here," he said, his eyes glinting with greed. "We've got plenty of toys to keep you busy."
Fiona didn't know what to say. She had come to this town for work, but she had found something else entirely. A part of her was repulsed by what had just happened, but another part craved more.
The two men put away their cocks and began to put their clothes back in order, their eyes still lingering on Fiona's bound body. She was still panting, her skin slick with sweat and cum. The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, unlocking the Xframe with a click.
"Let me help you up, darling," he said, his voice gruff but surprisingly gentle. He untied her wrists and helped her to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs like jelly, but she managed to stand. She looked down at herself, the sticky mess covering her skin, and felt a mix of revulsion and arousal.
"Here," he said, handing her the Red Velvet. "A little something to remember us by." His grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Fiona took the vibrator, the heat of his hand still lingering on it. It was still buzzing, the vibrations sending little jolts of pleasure through her. She couldn't believe he was giving it to her, but she didn't argue.
As she dressed, she could feel the cum sticking to her skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened. She felt a strange sense of pride, that she had been able to give these men what they wanted, that she had the power to make them cum so violently. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
When she was fully dressed, she turned to leave, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had let this happen, but she also couldn't ignore the thrill that was still coursing through her veins. The old man stepped aside, his gaze lingering on her as she made her way to the door.
As she stepped out into the cool night air, she couldn't help but glance back at the shop. The neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. She knew that she would be back. The power, the excitement, it was too much to resist.
And with the Red Velvet tucked safely in her bag, she walked back to her hotel, her thoughts racing. The night had taken a turn she never could have anticipated, but she found that she wasn't entirely unhappy with the outcome.
The vibrator felt like a secret treasure, a dirty little secret that she could take out and use whenever she needed to remember the intensity of the encounter. As she climbed the stairs to her room, she couldn't help but wonder what other dark delights the shop had in store for her.
Her work was going well, but her personal life was suffering. Being a lesbian in a place with no gay bar was like being a fish out of water, desperately gasping for air. The need for intimacy grew with each passing day, and her body was now screaming at her. She was ovulating, and it was as if her very core was crying out for release. But she had come unprepared; she had not brought any toys with her, thinking that her work would consume her every waking moment.
Each evening, as she lay in that uncomfortable bed, she could feel her body's desperate need for release. She had contemplated buying something to help, but the town's only sex shop was the last place she wanted to be seen. It was a sleazy-looking place, with a neon sign flickering in the window that read "Adult Toys Galore!" It was the kind of shop that made you feel like you needed to shower just from walking by it.
But tonight was different. The tension in her body was at a boiling point. She had met Sarah today, a goth girl with a sharp tongue and a knowing smile, who had told her that her grandpa owned the very same shop that had been taunting Fiona for days. It was as if the universe was giving her a nudge, a cheeky wink. And as she walked by the shop, the neon sign seemed to call out to her, beckoning with a promise of sweet relief.
The two old men inside the shop looked like they hadn't seen a woman in years, and their eyes feasted on Fiona like she was a steak at a vegan convention. She felt a mix of disgust and arousal as she approached the counter. The man behind it looked up and smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. "Sarah said you might pop by," he said, and Fiona felt her face heat up. She had made a mistake coming here, but she couldn't turn back now. The allure of those toys in the back was too strong.
"I'm looking for something to, um, help me relax," she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant. The man, who she now knew was Sarah's grandpa, winked at her. "Ah, I know just the thing," he said, his voice a gravelly rumble. He stepped out from behind the counter and led her past racks of DVDs with titles that would make a sailor blush and aisles filled with contraptions that looked like they were pulled from the darkest corners of a torture chamber. She tried not to look too interested, but the smell of leather and latex was oddly comforting in her current state.
Finally, they arrived at the promised land: a wall of vibrators. There were hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes, each promising a different kind of heaven. The neon lights flickered over the shelves, casting shadows that danced across the silicone and plastic. The air was thick with anticipation, and Fiona could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen so many toys in one place before. The old man stepped aside, giving her space to explore. "Take your time, darling," he said, his eyes twinkling.
The vibes ranged from the innocently cute to the downright monstrous, with names like "The Thunderer" and "The Whispering Temptress." Fiona picked up a few, weighing them in her hand, feeling the vibrations tickle her palm. The buzzing grew louder in her head, a symphony of need that she hadn't realized was there. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what each one could do to her, and she felt a slickness spread between her legs. She had to have one. Just one, she told herself, to get her through the rest of the week.
The Whispering Temptress caught her eye. It was small, discreet, and the perfect shade of pink. It looked like something that would fit right in her purse, and she could take it out whenever she needed it without raising any eyebrows.
Sarah's grandpa noticed her interest and, with a knowing smile, took it out of the box. He flicked the switch and the toy sprang to life, a gentle hum filling the air. He took Fiona's hand and guided the vibrator along her bare forearm, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she focused on the sensation. The old man chuckled softly, watching her reaction. "It's quite something, isn't it?" he said.
Fiona nodded, unable to form words. She could feel her body responding, the blood rushing to her core, her pussy begging to be touched. The vibrations were like a gentle whisper, promising a release she hadn't felt in weeks. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, and she knew the old man could smell it. His smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with something that was definitely not just professional interest. She felt a thrill of fear and excitement, a strange cocktail that only served to make her wetter.
The tension in the air grew thick, the old perverts in the corner seemingly forgotten. It was just her and the toy and the old man with his knowing smile. He held it against her skin a moment longer, watching as goosebumps pebbled her flesh, then set it back in its box with a snap.
"Now, this one," he said, reaching for another box, "is a real favourite of Sarah's."
Her eyes widened as he pulled out a vibrator that was anything but discreet. It was a monster, a deep, velvety red that made her think of blood and desire. The box was labelled "The Red Velvet," and Fiona couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what that could mean. She was about to ask how such a young girl could have a favourite in such a vast selection when he flipped the switch, and the room was filled with a low, powerful hum that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.
The old man stepped closer, the scent of him a mix of pipe tobacco and something faintly chemical. He reached out and touched the tip of the Red Velvet to her stomach, and the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was intense, overwhelming, and Her knees buckled, and she gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his. There was something in his gaze that was more than just a sales pitch. It was hunger, raw and undisguised.
Fiona felt a strange thrill at the thought that she could be the object of such desire, even here, in this place that was so far from what she was used to. Her pussy throbbed in time with the vibrator, and she knew she had to have it.
The old man, sensing her weakness, moved the vibe lower, tracing the curve of her hip and sending waves of pleasure through her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as the vibrations grew stronger, the anticipation making her wetter by the second. He followed the line of her thigh, the Red Velvet's hum echoing in the quiet shop, and she could feel her knees growing weaker.
Finally, with a deliberate slowness that was almost unbearable, he slid the toy along the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to the part of her that was begging for it. Fiona's breath hitched, and she could feel her body respond, her clit swelling and begging for contact. She looked at him, her eyes wide with need, and he simply nodded, a silent understanding passing between them.
With a flick of his wrist, the vibrator was pressed against her soaking wet pussy, the silicone kissing her clit through her trousers in a way that no one had in weeks. The vibrations were intense, and she felt her legs give out, but he was there, holding her up with a surprising gentleness. The two old perverts in the corner had moved closer now, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them, and she knew she should be disgusted, but all she could feel was the heat, the desire, the need for more.
The vibrations grew stronger, and she felt her orgasm building, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. She leaned into the counter, her breath coming in short gasps as he moved the toy in slow, deliberate circles. remors of pleasure shot through her, and she knew she was close.
With a sudden jerk, he pulled down her suit trousers, exposing her soaking wet white lacy panties to the cool air of the shop. The old men's eyes widened, and she heard one of them whisper something she couldn't quite make out. The fabric was clinging to her, and she could see the dark patch of her desire spreading across the material. Fiona felt a rush of embarrassment, but it was quickly swamped by a wave of lust that threatened to drown her.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I knew you'd like this one." His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down her spine. He slid the vibrator under the elastic of her underwear, and the contact with her bare skin was electric. She moaned, unable to hold back any longer, and she felt the eyes of the other customers on her, watching, hungry.
With surprising strength, he gave her ponytail a firm pull, making her bend over the counter. The position was humiliating, but it also sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her ass was in the air, her panties around her knees, and she felt utterly exposed. Yet, she didn't protest; she couldn't. The need for release was too strong.
The old man's hand traced the curve of her back, sending goosebumps skittering across her skin. His other hand held the Red Velvet firmly against her clit, the vibrations so intense she could feel them in her teeth. She gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white with the effort of staying upright. She could hear the wetness of her own arousal, a stark counterpoint to the buzz of the vibrator.
Fiona's thoughts were a whirlwind of sensation and need. The pressure was building, coiling in her belly like a serpent about to strike. She felt helpless, a plaything for this stranger and his curious customers. Yet, she didn't want it to stop. Each pulse of the Red Velvet brought her closer to the edge, and she could feel her pussy clenching around the emptiness within her.
The tension grew until it was almost unbearable, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.
And then, with a sudden, surprising strength, he pulled her back from the counter and led her to the Xframe displayed in the corner of the shop. Fiona's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't find the voice to protest. Her body was a live wire, her thoughts a haze of desire, and she found herself willingly letting him tie her wrists to the upper bars, her legs spread wide and secured to the lower ones. The cold steel against her skin was a stark contrast to the fire burning in her core.
With a wicked smile, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Fiona felt like a captured creature, displayed for his amusement and the lewd enjoyment of the old men who had gathered around her. Yet, she also felt a thrill of power, a sense that she was in control of this moment, that she had allowed this to happen.
The two customers, their eyes glazed with lust, stepped closer. They looked like they hadn't been this close to a young, attractive woman in years, and the sight of her bound and exposed was too much to resist. One of them reached out a trembling hand and began to unbutton her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched as the fabric parted, revealing the lacy black bra that contained her small but pert breasts. The air was electric with anticipation, and Fiona could feel her pulse racing in her chest.
The other man was more brazen. He reached out and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. She gasped as his thumb flicked over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in so long, and it was like a match thrown onto a pile of dry kindling. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel her breasts swelling with arousal.
The first man leaned in, his breath hot and sour against her neck. He kissed her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin, and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't deny the effect it was having on her. The vibrator remained pressed against her pussy, the vibrations now a constant reminder of her need.
The old man took his place between her legs again, the Red Velvet still humming with power. He slid the toy down her wet slit, teasing her entrance before pulling it back up to her clit. The men watched, their eyes greedy as they took in the sight of her bound body, her breasts bared and begging for attention.
"Stop," she whispered, the word barely audible above the buzz of the vibrator. "I've never been with a man before." The words hung in the air, thick with vulnerability and fear. The men's expressions didn't change, their eyes only growing more hungry at her admission.
Sarah's grandpa chuckled, a deep, dark sound that made her skin crawl. "Even better," he murmured, and the two old perverts leaned in closer, their hands reaching out to touch her. The man at her breasts pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure that followed was like nothing she had ever felt. The other man reached down and slid his hand between her legs, his thumb circling her clit as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep from screaming.
The vibrations grew stronger, the old man's hand moving faster and faster. She could feel the orgasm building, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Please," she gasped, "not like this." But her words fell on deaf ears, the men too lost in their own desires to hear her plea.
The first man leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. The old man at her pussy took this as encouragement, his thumb pressing harder, his other hand sliding down to her entrance. He teased her with his fingers, dipping them inside just enough to make her want more.
Her body was on fire, the pleasure and pain mixing in a heady cocktail that made her head spin. She struggled against the bonds, trying to push them away, but they only held her tighter. The men were relentless, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her exposed skin. She was their plaything, and she had no say in what they did to her.
The old man with the vibrator leaned in closer, whispering dirty things in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She felt his erection pressing against her thigh, and she knew what he wanted. The thought of it made her stomach turn, but she was so close, so desperate for release.
"You're going to make us all cum," he murmured, his hand moving faster and faster. The pressure was unbearable, the vibrations shaking her entire body. "You're going to love it, sweetheart."
Fiona's orgasm was a white-hot explosion, ripping through her like lightning. She screamed, the sound echoing through the empty shop. Her body convulsed, the pleasure so intense she couldn't breathe. And as she came, she felt the men around her release, their hands and mouths still on her, claiming her as their own.
The old man at her breasts came first, his hot spurt landing on her chest and neck. The other followed, his seed coating her thighs. And as the last spasm of pleasure left her, she felt the warm wetness of the old man's climax between her legs, the vibrator still buzzing against her sensitive flesh.
The room was silent except for the fading hum of the Red Velvet. The men stepped back, panting, their eyes still fixed on her trembling body. Fiona looked down at herself, the sticky mess covering her, and felt a wave of disgust and despair wash over her. She had never felt so used, so dirty.
But even as she felt the tears prick at her eyes, she knew that she had enjoyed it. The orgasm had been unlike any she had ever experienced, a crescendo of pleasure that had shaken her to her core. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the power of her own desire. She was both repulsed and intrigued by what had just happened.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Sarah emerging from the back room, her eyes wide with shock. Fiona felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized the girl had witnessed everything.
"What the fuck?" Sarah's voice was a mix of horror and fascination. "I knew you liked toys, but this is..." she trailed off, gesturing to the scene before her. The old man looked over, his grin widening.
"Just showing your friend here a little bit of what we have to offer," he said, his voice filled with pride. "It's all in the name of customer service, after all."
Fiona's head snapped up, her eyes meeting Sarah's.
Sarah looked at her with a mix of shock and something else, something darker that Fiona couldn't quite place. Before she could speak, the goth girl dropped to her knees, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop of cum that had dribbled down her chin. Fiona's eyes widened in disbelief, and she tried to pull away, but the restraint of the Xframe held her in place.
The old man chuckled, his grip on the vibrator tightening. "Sarah's quite the little helper," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And she's got quite the appetite for cleaning up messes."
The men in the corner had moved closer now, their pants tented with their own desires, watching the scene unfold. Sarah looked up at Fiona, her eyes gleaming, and she began to lick the cum from her neck, her tongue hot and wet against her skin. Fiona felt a shiver of revulsion and arousal, the two emotions fighting a war within her. She had never been with a woman who enjoyed this kind of degradation, and the sensation was confusing, to say the least.
The old man stepped back, his own desire evident as he watched his granddaughter clean Fiona. "Go ahead, darling," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Show her what you can do."
Sarah's tongue traced a path down Fiona's chest, following the trail of sticky cum to her breasts. She took a nipple into her mouth, suckling it clean while her hand worked the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles. The pleasure was intense, and Fiona couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing around the small, claustrophobic room.
Meanwhile, Sarah's grandfather had moved behind her, his gnarled hands reaching around to part her legs. His fingers slid under the hem of her short skirt, finding her panties already drenched with anticipation. He stroked her gently, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he felt her body respond to his touch.
Fiona's eyes were locked on Sarah, watching the girl's dark hair bob up and down as she pleasured her. The sight was erotic, and she felt her arousal spike again, the earlier orgasm forgotten.
The two old perverts had pulled out their own cocks, stroking them in time with the vibrator's movements. They were watching Fiona with greedy eyes, their lust palpable in the air. She felt a thrill of knowing that she had reduced them to this.
The old man's touch grew more urgent, his fingers slipping under the lace of Sarah's panties. He rubbed her clit, his thumb sliding into her wet pussy. Sarah moaned against Fiona's skin, the sound vibrating through her body. Fiona felt a strange kinship with the girl, a shared understanding of their mutual need for release.
The stimulation grew more intense, and Fiona felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. She was close, so close, and the sight of Sarah's grandpa fingering her while she licked Fiona's breasts was only pushing her closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slick noises of their bodies moving together.
One of the old men stepped forward, his trembling hand reaching for Fiona's pussy. His touch was rough, his fingers digging into her folds as he sought out her clit. She bit back a cry of protest, but the pleasure was too much. Her body arched against the restraint of the Xframe, and she could feel the old man's excitement as he pushed a thick fingers inside her.
Sarah looked up at her, her eyes glazed with lust. She was close, so close to her own release, and the sight of her grandpa taking control was driving her wild. Her mouth moved from Fiona's nipples to kiss her neck, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she moaned.
The old man's fingers inside Fiona felt like a vice, his knuckles brushing against her g-spot with every thrust. She had never been with a man, but she had never felt anything like this before, not even with her own toys. She was so wet that she could hear the squelching sound with every movement, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came again.
The second man stepped closer, his cock now fully erect and bobbing with excitement. He reached out and began to rub Fiona's stomach, his hand inching closer and closer to her pussy. The anticipation was unbearable, and she could feel the tension in her body coil even tighter.
The old man's fingers curled inside her, and she heard him murmur something to himself. It sounded like amazement, and she realized that he was marvelling at how tight she was. Despite the situation, she felt a twisted sense of pride at being able to give them what they wanted, what they hadn't expected from her.
The man at her pussy began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her clit in time with the vibrator's rhythm. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she couldn't escape.
Sarah's grandpa leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. "You're so tight, darling," he growled. "I can't believe it." His voice was thick with desire, and she knew that he was close to his own release. The knowledge that she could make these men feel this way, that she had this power over them, was intoxicating.
Fiona's hips began to buck, her body responding to the relentless assault. She could feel the man's cock against her leg, his excitement growing with every thrust. The vibrations from the Red Velvet were a constant presence, a reminder of the depravity she had allowed herself to be drawn into.
And then, with a guttural roar, the old man pulled his hand away, leaving Fiona feeling empty and needy. She watched as he stepped back, his cock in his hand, and began to stroke himself in time with the vibrator that was still humming against her clit. The sight of him, of his raw, animalistic need, was almost too much to handle.
The second man took his place, his own cock now in his hand. He looked up at her with a mix of hunger and respect, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to rub his shaft. The old man leaned in and whispered, "You're going to make us all cum, sweetheart."
The room was spinning, the sounds of skin on skin and the wetness of their desires filling the air. Fiona could feel herself losing control, her body betraying her, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and confusion.
As the second man reached his climax, the old man took over, his grip on her pussy tightening. He began to pump his own cock in time with the vibrator, the two of them working in unison to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, with a scream that she didn't recognize as her own, Fiona came again. Her body spasmed, her pussy clenching around the vibrator and the old man's thick fingers. She could feel their cum spurt against her thighs, their release mingling with her own.
Sarah looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, her mouth open in a silent 'O' of surprise. At the sight of Fiona's climax, she let go of her own restraint, and Fiona felt the hot rush of the girl's squirt against her skin. The sensation was new, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
The old man pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with Sarah's juices. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Mmm," he murmured. "You're a natural, darling."
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex. Fiona's body was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, and she couldn't help but watch as Sarah's grandpa brought his hand to his mouth and tasted her. His eyes never left hers as he did so, a challenge in his gaze.
The old man leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "You're going to be a regular here, aren't you?" he said, his hand still stroking his cock. "We'll take good care of you."
Fiona didn't know what to say. She felt used, but she also felt alive. The sensations were too intense, too overwhelming to process. The vibrator was still buzzing against her clit, and she knew that she could come again with just a few more strokes.
The second man stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion. "That was..." he trailed off, his voice hoarse. "That was incredible."
Sarah looked up at her with a wicked smile, her cheeks flushed. "Welcome to the family," she whispered
Fiona felt a strange mix of disgust and arousal. She had never felt so degraded, so objectified, and yet she couldn't deny the power that it brought her.
The old man stepped back, zipping up his pants with a sigh of satisfaction. "You're going to be a big hit around here," he said, his eyes glinting with greed. "We've got plenty of toys to keep you busy."
Fiona didn't know what to say. She had come to this town for work, but she had found something else entirely. A part of her was repulsed by what had just happened, but another part craved more.
The two men put away their cocks and began to put their clothes back in order, their eyes still lingering on Fiona's bound body. She was still panting, her skin slick with sweat and cum. The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, unlocking the Xframe with a click.
"Let me help you up, darling," he said, his voice gruff but surprisingly gentle. He untied her wrists and helped her to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs like jelly, but she managed to stand. She looked down at herself, the sticky mess covering her skin, and felt a mix of revulsion and arousal.
"Here," he said, handing her the Red Velvet. "A little something to remember us by." His grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Fiona took the vibrator, the heat of his hand still lingering on it. It was still buzzing, the vibrations sending little jolts of pleasure through her. She couldn't believe he was giving it to her, but she didn't argue.
As she dressed, she could feel the cum sticking to her skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened. She felt a strange sense of pride, that she had been able to give these men what they wanted, that she had the power to make them cum so violently. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
When she was fully dressed, she turned to leave, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had let this happen, but she also couldn't ignore the thrill that was still coursing through her veins. The old man stepped aside, his gaze lingering on her as she made her way to the door.
As she stepped out into the cool night air, she couldn't help but glance back at the shop. The neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. She knew that she would be back. The power, the excitement, it was too much to resist.
And with the Red Velvet tucked safely in her bag, she walked back to her hotel, her thoughts racing. The night had taken a turn she never could have anticipated, but she found that she wasn't entirely unhappy with the outcome.
The vibrator felt like a secret treasure, a dirty little secret that she could take out and use whenever she needed to remember the intensity of the encounter. As she climbed the stairs to her room, she couldn't help but wonder what other dark delights the shop had in store for her.
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