“This one,” the cashier pointed at the tube Amber held in her hand, “is with a strawberry flavor. You could even put it also in your mouth if you wanted.” Once again, the girl smiled, amused, apparently enjoying Amber’s behavior.
How the attractive cashier explained things to Amber created the nastiest, most perverted visions in her imagination.
“And this wicked smile!” thought Amber.
Her embarrassment spread over her chest, abdomen, and between her legs, making her feel light-headed from the arousal.
“Oh, gosh… Like, good to know, thank you,” she answered, stammering again.
“And the tawse here,” the exotic girl mentioned the leather strap on the counter, “is a UK import. It looks pretty harmless, but it can leave nasty marks on your skin. You should know about it before using it. I mean, in case you want to spend a hot day at the beach in a bikini or so. Otherwise, someone might notice, Miss.”
“Once again, this Miss,” thought Amber. “We are the same age! Why does she do that?”
The blonde felt hot and was sweating while her clit throbbed so much that she couldn’t wait to be alone to finger herself.
“Oh, well, I…, you know, I mean, thank you for the explanation,” she answered, trying to sound more confident, but it didn’t work. Her pathetic babbling made her feel weak and dumb, which increased the embarrassment.
“Not a problem,” the exotic salesgirl smiled. It makes altogether hundred ninety-seven dollars and forty. Do you want to pay cash or credit card, Miss?”
“Credit card, please,” answered Amber and pulled her card from the purse.
As the salesgirl looked at the card, a new wave of shame flushed through the petite beauty because the girl knew her real name now! Nevertheless, it was too late to pull out.
“I wish you a lot of fun with those toys, Miss,” said the girl with a knowing smile, giving the credit card back to Amber. “And hope to see you back again soon,” she added.
Amber’s old self screamed inside her to immediately get out of the shop. However, she caught herself looking for an idea to meet that girl again.
“Oh, like, are you here every day here?” she asked. “Uhm, in case I forgot something,” she added.
“Pretty every evening, Miss,” she added, looking again directly into Amber’s eyes. The girl’s green eyes penetrated her. And none ever before made her heart flutter like this.
“Oh, thank you,” she answered. “Thank you, again for the…, thank you,” she added once again, cursing herself for behaving like an idiot. She grabbed the plastic bag and hurried, heading to the car.
— A bra for her needs —
The air conditioner cooled the car’s interior down to seventy-one degrees within a few minutes. However, Amber was still sweating. She closed the top and pulled up the tinted windows, creating a little bit of privacy. She still didn’t move, consumed by her thoughts about the sex shop girl, the shameful moments she had endured, and the kinky fantasies that let her still feel so damn horny.
Amber pulled up the hem of her dress over her thighs, revealing her white panties, and let her hand slip under the light fabric. Since she had shaved most of her bush, the tender skin of her pussy felt more sensitive. And when she got wet, like now, her hairless folds were damp and slippery. The touch of her throbbing clit made her want to satisfy herself now and there. The horny beauty considered the clamps she had just bought and decided to try them on. She looked in the side mirrors and through the side windows, turning her head, but only a few people passed by. Hastily, with shaky hands, she reached back and undid the bra. She took it off with quick but hasty movements and placed it in the passenger seat. The slight scrubbing of her rock-hard nipples against the coarse fabric of the dress made her squirm with desire.
Amber shook the contents of the plastic bag onto the seat next to her, opened the packaging, and took out the nipple clamps linked with a thin chain. She adjusted the tiny screw and then put the first clip on her hard nipple. She gasped with pain and pleasure, then followed the next clamp. The ache felt heavenly! The pressure on her nipples impacted her clit, which started to throb even more. The scent of her female arousal spread in the car. She looked into the rearview mirror, considering her blushed face, then lowered it to see if the top of her designer dress revealed what was underneath. It didn’t. Not the clamps nor the chain outlined in the fabric.
Amber knew it still wasn’t done. Her tits had to be bound, as seen in the video.
“Your tits should hurt, you nasty little slut,” she said to her mirror expression.
Using vulgar names for her girly bits in her thoughts made her feel dirty and slutty.
The thought about what to do. Buying a rope was one of the possibilities. Still, Amber knew it would be difficult, if not impossible, to do it by herself. Although, another idea appeared to be much better. It could work, she thought. Amber corrected the rearview mirror, straightened up, buckled up, took a deep breath, and started the car.
Hundreds or even thousands of times, Amber Willson walked corridors of shopping malls, passing shop windows, parading her beauty, sexy body, and expensive clothes around. She loved seeing men daydreaming about her and other women envying her. Her facial expression, posture, and grace she moved on her high heels pictured ever-present her self-confidence and position in society.
That day, however, as Amber walked through the crowded, air-conditioned mall, she felt a bit different. The constant rubbing of her tortured nipples against the fabric caused a sensual pain that whipped up her excitement to an unbearable level. Her pussy was extremely swollen, making her hips sway more now and her walk look lascivious. And on top of that, her virgin cunt constantly oozed, making the blonde’s silk panties stick to her shaved lips. She imagined she could smell her own scent and worried that others might smell it too. She felt like a slut walking along the aisle. She pictured that everyone knew how wet and horny she was, increasing her excitement.
What Amber was looking for was a cheap lingerie store. She would have to cut up a bra for her purposes, and it would be a sin to destroy a designer piece. But she spotted a shop which could be the right one. It was a cheap teen fashion, exactly what she was looking for. Wearing her over two thousand dollars expensive outfit, she felt pretty misplaced in the store, though. She realized it was the very first time in such a junk shop.
After a quick orientation, she noticed the tables with bras and panties. And after a while, she found two bras in size 70AAA size. Of course, the cups were way too small, but that was the idea. The only important thing was that the scope fit. Those bras seemed to be the right choice.
Amber went to the checkout counter and paid for the bras.
“Excuse me, do you have scissors, maybe?” she asked the saleswoman behind the counter.
“Sure, but please bring them right back,” said the woman and handed her the scissors.