The Shop

I lunged backwards to get more of him in me. I heard him grunt as half of
him slipped passed my tight sphincter muscle. The pain was in the back of my
mind, somewhere but this unbelievable feeling of lust had taken over me.
I looked over my shoulder (what a sight that must of been, a 18 year old boy
dressed in a girls school uniform complete with stockings, Basque, ripped
panties and knee high kinky boots, and skirt hooked over his waist. with a
40 something grey haired man in a tweed suit trouser round his ankles
holding up his shirt and tie with his cock sticking through his grey
y-fronts into the boy-girl's little ass pussy!)
"Fuck me you Faggot" I screamed at him! he gasped and then began to thrust
into me. Slowly at first but with some encouragement he got the idea.
"stop making love and fuck me"
"get it into me harder"
"fuck me"
"for fuck sake fuck me!"
In no time he had taken hold of my hips and was giving me the fucking I so
desperately needed. I'm not sure how long had passed but he slowed down
again and his breathing grew very heavy. I sensed he was getting tired this
would not do.
I pulled off him and stood up. He was still bucking my side like a little
puppy dog. I turned him round and sat him down. He sat there looking up at
me and his puppy dog resemblance continued.
I squatted down on his cock, and he slid in quite easily. I looked into his
eyes he seemed grateful. I began to raise myself on my knees the full length
of his cock. Then slammed my self down again. The feeling of his hardness
inside me was divine.

My hands began to explore has chest through the buttons of his shirt. But it
was fidgety, so on a down ward stroke I ripped open his shirt. He looked a
little panicked. But he was buried to the hilt in my fanny. As I rode him my
own cock rubbed up against his hairy chest. I began to grind my hips
forwards and backwards along with upwards and downwards with my strokes to
provide me with that extra wow factor!
After a while of this my knees grew tired, I wasn't going to let this faggot
beat me, so I turned away from him and lowered my boy-fanny on to him again.
I sat on his cock my back to him and he exploded into life again! The two of
us began to fuck in complete unison. I was truly bouncing on his dick my own
cock hard and horny flopped about in time with my movements.

I would grow to love the symphony of fucking. The slapping of flesh on flesh
provided the percussion section. The squeegee of the lubed cock and ass
provided the wind and brass sections and the sheer passion of the grunting
and groaning provided the rest.
We where truly fucking as one his forward thrusts into my pussy where met
with my reverse thrusts into his cock. With a smack when me met. He began
to stand up mid stroke and I did like wise. We ended up in a standing doggy
fashion. I noticed the full length mirror and the sight was truly amazing. I
lost my rhythm now. I was totally flabbergasted that the little slut getting
a hard fuck was in fact me.
Add to that I was the same height as him and now my boots made it slightly
challenging for him. But he kept hold of my hips and pounded away! Thrusting
deep and hard into me.

I was soon so over come with the raw lust and I was hyperventilating. I
collapsed onto a sort of dressing table.
I lay there for a second. My little hole stayed open as I laid there. For an
eternity I lay there. Both our breathing hard and deep. I slowly rolled over
and on my back I looked up at his little cock poking through his grey
y-fronts. I smiled

"I was lusting after a man who was too dull to be a history teacher"! He
approached again and stood between my stocking clad legs he lifted them
forcefully holding on to my thighs. His cock seemed to guide itself to me
and in no time at all he was buried deep inside my fanny.
This was deep but I wanted more. Much more. He sensed my frustration and
raised my legs taking hold my heels he used this leverage to really give it
to me.
Now he didn't last seconds it was such a pity cause I felt my own orgasm
building but he screamed
"I'm cumming darling"
He collapsed on top of me. We rested for what seemed like seconds, him lying
on top of me my legs locked around him. The stiletto heels must have been
digging into him. I felt the sudden softening of his cock. It slipped out of
my pussy gently then the steady trickle of his seed followed. But we must
have been longer for when I finally stood up and glanced at a clock it
quarter to eight. Three hours had passed. My ass was sore. I was getting
cramps in my legs. And I was completely unable to control my wind. My hole
felt a foot wide!
I fixed myself and ran to the door. I had it unlocked and was in the street
about a hundred yards down the road when I noticed that the heels made the
cutest noise on the path. It was only then that I realised that I was still
wearing the sexy girls school uniform, underwear and those lovely boots he
had gave me.
I calmly walked back towards the shop trying desperately not to draw
attention to myself. Difficult given that I was dressed as I was!

For some reason the door bell didn't chime as I entered. There sitting
where I had left him was my "lover" he was sitting fingering his ass, and
wanking and had my discarded boxer shorts over his head and had the crotch
of the deep in his mouth.
I stepped silently toward him. For some reason I was furious
"Was I not enough for this little fag?"

He was sat with his trousers off and his y-fronts round one ankle, his
skinny, bony legs akimbo cock in one hand and the fingers of the other hand
were playing gently with his little hole. I placed the pointed toe of my
newly acquired boots to his mouth! He sucked at it excitedly.
"I don't remember giving my little faggot permission to pleasure himself!" I
screamed at him.
He tried to speak, but my toes in his mouth prevented him. I forced some
more of my shoe into his mouth. I'm pretty sure he was deep throating my
sexy boot!
"For that you owe me bitch!" I shouted again.
"What does my little slut servant have to say to that?" he tried to speak
but nothing but a muffled gag came out. For some reason I was incredibly
turned on! I leaned on his mouth forcing this dull man to the ground he sat
there sucking on the toe of my boot. I removed my toe from his mouth and
stepped closer.
"Continue!" I could tell trough the white cotton material of my boxer shorts
that he was confused, so I forced the matter my leaning forward and
whispering
"Don't make me repeat myself!" he began masturbating his pitiful dick. I was
partly impressed at this as he had already shot a load in me. But he would
never know this!
"Tell me, what are you thinking of while you disgust me?"
"I'm thinking about you!" he gasped
"What about me?" I said checking my nails!
"I'm thinking about fucking your sweet little pussy!" as he gasped this I
could sense that he was close to climax, that wouldn't do. I stepped forward
and placed the heel of my right boot onto his scrotum. He squealed in pain.
And like an idiot he tried to stand up, pulling his sac even more causing
him more pain!
"You will cum when I tell you to cum! Understand!?" it didn't seem like he
did so I twisted my right boot round a little forcing him to nod in
agreement.
I released his balls and allowed him to stand.
As he stretched to his full height he began to protest. He was all winney
and it was such a turn off. I was horny and I needed to be satisfied! This
was going to be fun!!

I slapped him across the face and he recoiled in horror! I looked him in the
eye and said
"when your spoken to!" he was not sure what to make of the situation. I
leaned forward and said
"I'm 18 years old. You are considerably older! I have a photo of you on my
mobile undressing me and if I wanted you could go to jail for a long time.
Child molester!"
he shook his head and began to say
"n..." I stopped him by grabbing hold of his balls and yanking them. He
screamed in pain.
"you are now my little slut. You will give me a part time job here, and
whatever else I want!" I still had hold of his little balls
"I am blackmailing you but you love it!" I giggled at him.
He looked like he was about to cry, I slapped him again and he turned his
back to me. I forced him over the back of the chair I raised my skirt and
began to find his little brown hole. Remember this was my first time in
there so it took quite a lot of fumbling and he was trying to fight me off.
So it too a while.
"this would be better for you if you help me!" I said gently.
"we both know you want it. And if your nice to me you can have all the used
panties to suck on that you wish!" I urged. That did the trick he reached
round and parted his saggy ass cheeks.
"please be gentle. I am a virgin, I don't want to blee..." I cut him off as
my cock entered him. I hovered there for a few seconds, waiting for him to
stop moaning. God I thought queers would be tougher than this fruit. When I
felt that he was ready (ok just before I thought he would be ready!) I
slammed into him I began to ride him! Like he was a cheap whore. Not that I
knew what that would be like!

"take this you little fag" I screamed as I forcefully fucked him. He
whimpered a little as I began to fuck his ass. I fucked him hard, as hard as
I could. For some reason I as really angry with him.
"No please stop!" he was crying his cries muffled by the top of the sofa.
"Oh please no!" His ass was so sweet I just pounded my little 18 year old
cock as deep as I could into him. My grip tightened as my orgasm built up.
It was an amazing feeling being dressed as I was. And fucking the brains out
of a little pussy like this. My balls began to swell and I was done.
"fuck" I screamed as my load shot out of my cock into his little brown hole.
To my surprise he spun round and engulfed my dick in his mouth. Taking me
deep down his throat. Lapping up my cum and his ass juices!

Minutes later that post orgasmic regret that teenage boys suffer from,
kicked in. I realised that I was standing in a shop dressed in a sexy girls
school uniform. An old man was licking my cock and balls. I pushed hum away
and hurriedly began to strip off.
He began begging me to stay. There was no way I was staying like this. I
quickly got dressed, and ran out the door.

It was nearly 10 by the time I got home. My dad was furious until I told him
that I was working in my new after school job. He seemed quite pleased that
his son was learning the value of money.

The next day walking home from school I stopped by my shop.we talked a
little about what had happened, he confessed that he had enjoyed being my
little bitch! And that he spent the night sucking on my boxers!
We agreed that I would begin to work there after hours he would pay me what
I asked for, and I could have my pick of the cloths. I would also help him
pick the new ranges from the catalogues.

He was to refer to me as Mistress or Madam Stephanie from then on in. He
would do my laundry cause I couldn't get my mother to wash my panties!
I was a 18 year dominatrix! And now owned my own cloths shop!`