42 Filthy Fucking Stories (8 page)

Ed nodded sheepishly, admitted he bought lingerie for his girlfriend, Lindsey, fairly often. Lingerie wasn’t the problem; it was that Ed was afraid he’d start thinking about how the woman looked dressed in their purchases. He was a man. A young, healthy man.
 

Rachel explained that it was natural to wonder. Women enjoyed the attention and had their own fantasies as they bought sexy lingerie from a man. They appreciated his attention and his acknowledgement of them as a beautiful woman. Neither of them was going to do anything wrong if he let her have a little fun. Even Rachel often imagined how the women she was helping would look in the lingerie they were buying.
 

Rachel stood, led Ed back to the sales floor, determined to cure Ed once and for all. If she couldn’t fix what was broken, she’d have to let him go.

“Okay, Ed,” she said as they walked the rows of sexy, suggestive lace. “Pretend you’re shopping for Lindsey. Let’s look at some stuff you’d like to see her in.”

Ed was reluctant, but did as he was told. Rachel noticed he was more relaxed when focused on shopping, rather than answering questions. They browsed through the nice and naughty sets, finally settling on a black lace bra with a clasp in front and matching panties.
 

“That’s a darling set,” Rachel said. Ed smiled and nodded. “Do you like the front clasp for easier access?” Rachel asked. Ed smiled wider and nodded again.
 

Rachel thought he had excellent taste in lingerie, plus he seemed even hotter after closing. If he could transmit that to the customers, her numbers would go up immediately. “No accessories?”

Rachel told Ed how women loved accessories, and that the right ones could take even simple lingerie from nice to breath-taking. “How about these?” she asked, holding up
 
black lace garters and thigh-high stockings. “Can you see your girlfriend wearing these?”

“I imagine she would, yeah,” he nodded, then smiled. “I see your point. She’d look hot in that!”

“I’m sure she would,” Rachel replied. “Now, what about me?”

“Pardon?”

“What about me?” she repeated. “Do you think I’d look hot in this?”

Ed blushed again.
 

Ed’s problem was that his mind was closed, and too professional. He needed to loosen a little, and let his imagination wander. Enthusiasm was half the battle no matter what you were selling, but it was especially true when you were essentially selling sex.
 

“I don’t know, Mrs. Jacobs,” he admitted. “You’re my boss. I’d never imagine you wearing anything like that.”

“Really?” Rachel smiled. “You’ll have to do better than that.” She put the bra over her full chest and the panties over her waist, then gave her ass a little wiggle. “How about now?”

“Umm,” Ed started to reply, but stopped.

“See, that’s your problem!” Rachel exclaimed. “If you imagine what our customers will look like wearing this stuff, you’ll sell more stuff. We’ll have happier customers and we’ll both be making more money. Don’t you want this job to be win-win for the both of us?

Before Ed could argue, Rachel pulled him by the hand and led him to the dressing rooms. She told him to stay put while she disappeared into one of the rooms.
 

Rachel smiled at herself in the full length mirror as she undressed. She still looked damn good, even though it had been three years since she’d blown the candles from her 40th birthday cake. Rachel wasn’t old, but she wasn’t a spring chicken like the just-out-of-teens Ed.
 
She was finally a cougar.
 

Rachel admired herself another minute, then pulled the fresh panties over her long toned legs and over her perfectly rounded ass. Her pussy was smoothly shaved and the soft lace cotton made it pulse in subtle delight. She felt suddenly guilty, knowing she had moved past trying to teach her employee to be a better salesman the moment she stepped into the dressing room. She was horny and wanted attention.

But Rachel couldn’t help how she felt, and couldn’t help that she loved lingerie or that it always slickened her slit. That’s what made her the perfect person to run the lingerie department. She turned around and looked at herself once more in the full length mirror, admiring the hips that were just round enough for her husband to grab at when he fucked her hard from behind, like he used to do all the time but rarely did anymore. Her tits looked tremendous, the push-up bra accentuated her natural heave, and if that didn’t get Ed aroused, something inside him was broken.

Nothing about Ed was broken. As soon as Rachel stepped from the dressing room she had to laugh out loud at the wide O of his open mouth. Heat and moisture flooded her cunt, as her mind flashed back to her husband’s eyes and how they once looked like Ed’s did now.

She smiled, slowly twirling around in a circle, feeling Ed’s eyes slapping her ass where the thong disappeared between her round milky cheeks.

Rachel giggled as she led Ed through the store, draping more lingerie over her arm as she went. She modeled each set, widening the professional gap with each new pair of panties, and further staining the pair pressed against her overheated pussy.
 

Rachel couldn’t ignore the fire in her fur box, or the thick bulge pushing against the relatively thin fabric of Ed’s slacks. She loved that it meant he wanted her.She couldn’t help but imagine the size and shape of his cock.
 

Rachel took the final outfit from Ed’s hands, then disappeared into the dressing room, closing the door behind her and clamping her palm on her pulsing pussy, now completely slick with her glistening juices.
 

Every set Rachel tried on was sexier than the one before, and the final set was the sexiest. She slipped on a pair of thigh-high stockings,
 
smoothed them over her long shapely legs, purring as the fabric pressed lightly against her skin. If there had been any doubts about how far things were about to go with Ed, or his desires, they disappeared when she put on the bra he picked out and saw that the cups were only half-cup push-ups. The black of the bra accentuated her tanned skin and readied her rock hard nipples for a good sucking.
 

She moistened a fingertip with her tongue, traced the digit around her left nipple, moaning softly as she imagined Ed circling the tip of her tiny pink eraser with the wet of his tongue.
 

She and her cunt were both craving the cock on the other side of the door. Rachel placed her palm against her pussy, fully exposed in the center of her crotchless panties. She brought her sopping hand to her nose and inhaled. She gave herself one final smile and stepped from the dressing room as the cool air outside slapped her slit and made her moistened mound spasm.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, spinning in a circle.
 

Ed could only nod.

Rachel smiled like a minx, ran her hands up and along her arms, slowly across her shoulders, and finally to her neck. She arched her head back, pinching her eyes shut in a silent moan. Her tongue licked the insides of her lips as she moved her slender hands slowly down her perfumed neck, grazing her fingers through her valley of cleavage.
 

Ed was massaging his meat through his trousers.

Rachel brushed her hands across her breasts; her nipples tingled as they pressed against her palms. Her head fell back as the electricity pushed a moan from her lips. She closed her eyes to finish her show, confident Ed was still watching. She continued to tease herself, moaning for another minute, before opening her eyes to see Ed’s wide smile. His dick was outside of his pants. His fingers were curled around his cock, as he slowly jacked himself up and down.
 

“Do you want to fuck me?” Rachel purred.

Ed didn’t answer, but Rachel knew that any guy rubbing his dick a foot away meant a big fat yes, and that meant a happy pussy for her. She walked up to Ed, dropped to her knees, then put her slick lips on his bulbous head, already glistening with pre-cum.

“Mmmmmm,” she cooed, rubbing the tip of his dick all over her face. A sudden wave of nasty energy soared through her naughty body, and Rachel slapped her face with his dick, then reached down and rubbed two fingers against and then into her hard, sensitive clit.
 

Ed watched Rachel, his breath five times faster than it was. They locked eyes. She took his cock several inches into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as he quivered in delight.

Rachel pulled his half-glistening shaft from her mouth, rubbed it all over her face, reveling in the hard softness caressing her cheeks, nuzzling her nose along his shaft and covering his skin with tiny kisses as she worked her way towards his balls.
 

Rachel’s tongue curled around his dangling sack as Ed continued to moan. She couldn’t wait to have his young cock deep inside her hungry pussy, but she wanted to tease him first. It wasn’t enough to be fucked; Rachel wanted to be desired. She wanted Ed to crave her more than anything, even more than Lindsey.
 

Rachel slowly stroked his shaft and gently suckled his balls. His breathing continued to deepen, quickly growing ragged as Rachel ran her tongue from the base of his cock, up to his head where she rimmed it slowly.

“Do you like that?” she cooed.

“Yes,” he moaned, leaning back and slapping his left hand on the table as his right curled into a pile of panties.
 

“Does your girlfriend suck your cock?” Ed nodded yes.

“Does she swallow your cum?” Ed shook his head no.

“You know good salesmen deserve to have their cocks sucked, and all their cum swallowed, right? Rachel purred. She stuffed Ed’s full length deep into her mouth. She held it with her face buried against his hips, sucking gently at first, then sliding her lips back and forth along his stiff dick at an ever increasing pace.
 

She rubbed her clit harder, in tight circles as her head bobbed faster. Ed filled her mouth perfectly, better than her husband, and seemed to enjoy it much more.

Strings of saliva dripped from her lips and chin, coating her chest as she cravenly slurped, moving her hand from her flaring pussy and squeezed her tits, pulling and tugging and twisting her pointing nipples.
 

Rachel wanted fucking. Badly. Soon she’d let him, and make him forget all about his girlfriend.
 

Rachel felt Ed’s cock throb in her mouth and knew he was seconds from seed.
 

But she wasn’t ready for him to blow his load.
 

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she pulled her mouth from his throbbing cock, then stood and took him by the hand, leading him to a chair.

“Not yet sweetie,” she whispered into his ear, sucking on his lobe before turning away, as her pussy flared once again at the sight of his desire.
 

Rachel slid a padded bench from near the dressing rooms toward Ed. She laid back on it so that her head fell over the edge. Her hands roamed her burning body slowly, her deep aching hunger fueled by her exhibition.
 

She lifted her legs into the air, ran her hands along the back of her thighs and over her ass and hips. She caressed her body like an intimate lover, knowing exactly how and where to drive herself to frenzy. Rachel’s eyes shut as she imagined her fingers were Ed’s, lost in her fantasy while her young salesman stared at her show, jacking his shaft.

“Do you like seeing women touch themselves?” Rachel whispered in a half breath.

“Yes,” Ed whispered, his eyes fixed on her body.

“Good,” she moaned, rolling onto her stomach. “I love touching myself. But I’m the only one allowed. You have to stop touching yourself right now. At least if you still want to fuck me.”

Ed’s hand stopped moving immediately.
 

The fire inside her was a raging blaze only Ed’s cock could smother. She lifted her ass and turned her head to see him. His eyes grazed her body, from toes to head then back, soaking in every inch of her skin. Her hand slid between her thighs and around to her firm fuckable ass.
 

She caressed her creamy cheeks,
 
slid a finger deep into slick pussy, and arched her back, moaning as she writhed against her fingers, first slow then furious. Her ass pumped against her hand as she moved her fingers in and out. She kept her eyes on Ed. The look on his face said he was having a hard time restraining himself.
 

Rachel fucked herself harder for Ed, adding a third and
 
a fourth finger to her self-fucking. Her jaw clenched as her hips spun wildly, pushing against the current of pleasure coursing through her body.
 

She couldn’t take much more. She had to have him inside her.
 

Rachel was wildly shaking and loudly shrieking, slamming her hips into the bench as she ground her fingers into her dripping slit, cumming once, twice, then tree times as Ed watched with wide eyes.
 

She figured he had never seen anything like it before, and the show was certainly a first for her. “I’m ready,” she whispered in a scream, crooking her finger and beckoning him over. “Fuck me NOW.”

Ed shed his pants and straddled the bench. Rachel lifted her hips a few inches, offering Ed her succulent ass. He pierced her juicy slit and buried his cock to the balls. Rachel bent her legs and curled her toes to the ceiling.