Testing Out the New Sub

I haven't written anything for awhile, but if you've read any of our other stories, you know some are true and some are not, even though even the true ones have likely been embellished a bit. LOL. I'll leave you to decide where this one fits in...

For the last several months, my wife Kat and I have been meeting up with a new girl for occasional hookups and wild sessions of sex, either just the three of us, or in a few larger groups. We met her through mutual friends, and the more we got to know her, the more we thought she was a great fit for us. First of all, she's gorgeous. She's about 5' 10", and a dark skinned Latina with jet black, shoulder length hair, and a slightly muscular build (She's an amateur fitness competitor). She has smaller, firm tits with dark brown, pierced nipples, and she's got a super hard, sculpted ass that she loves to have fucked. Second, she's a freak in bed who easily slips from sub to dominant depending on her mood. Sometimes in the same session. LOL. For instance, the first nite we met, she fucked Kat with a strap-on and about an hour later, Kat fisted her beautiful, dark lipped pussy (Something neither had ever done before), with the biggest clit we've ever seen, and fucked her in the ass with a bottle.

It was a subsequent talk over drinks about that nite that led Isa (That's her name) to admit that she was very interested in exploring her submissive side, and maybe allowing us to take her into it. The conversation continued, and it was eventually decided that Isa wanted to be our sub for a day sometime, "just to see if I like it."

That day arrived a couple weeks later, when circumstances aligned perfectly to test Isa's boundaries, and her willingness to submit and obey. The original plan had been for the three of us to meet up with another male friend of ours to shoot some pool, have some drinks, and then an evening of shenanigans at a local hotel. Well, after those plans had been finalized, and the day before we were all to meet, Kat found out she had to handle a last minute assignment that would keep her busy all day but would still leave her time to have fun that evening. Rather than cancel, Kat and I concocted a plan to give Isa her chance to explore that sub side she thinks she has, and it went something like this. Since Isa and I would both be free for the day, and if she was willing to accept the rules of what a sex slut (sub) is to us, she and I would spend the day together, getting ready for that evening's activities.

The rules were few and simple. I would give Isa a collar which she has to wear until or unless I tell her otherwise. While wearing it, she has to do everything and anything I tell her, no matter where we are, or who I tell her to do it to or with. There is no safe word. All she has to do is say no, or take off the collar and it all ends. After hearing those rules, and trepidatious, eager, and excited about what the day would hold, Isa agreed.

One week later, a week where none of us could think of anything else, the day finally arrived. I kissed Kat passionately, slid my hand up under her dress and caressed her pantiless pussy with my fingers. I told her to be careful on her trip, think of the things I'd be doing to Isa, and to get back home as soon as she could. Then I watched as she left out of the driveway. Next I texted Isa, told her to put on the outfit that we had already discussed, and to meet me out front of her condo at exactly noon.

I pulled up at Isa's place about 10 minutes early, found her already waiting for me, and thought that was a great sign. I stepped out of the car and exaggeratedly examined her outfit and appearance. She was dressed in an extremely short, lightweight, cotton Summer dress, all yellow with small blue flowers. It billowed in the light breeze and accentuated every curve of her toned body, and braless breasts. The thin material and her growing excitement from both the attention and the breeze, quickly made her nipples hard and quite visible, with her barbell piercings pushing prominently at the fabric.

Nodding my approval, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the last part of her outfit for the day, a custom fit, strong, but delicate black leather collar with a sturdy D ring. I dangled the device in front of her and asked, "Remember the rules? Wear the collar. Do everything I say. If you want to stop, just say so, or take off the collar. Ready?"

Looking a little flushed, and maybe a bit exposed as we're standing in front of her building, where any of her neighbors might witness, she tries nodding her head, but I think she knows that won't be good enough, so she's likely not surprised when I say, "Answer all questions out loud. Always. Understand?"

This time she looks me in the eye and says, "Yes."

"Good," I say, as I take a step closer to her.

It's not until now that she notices the smallish black ID tag hanging from the collar. She focuses on it and reads what's etched on it. "SLUT," it says in large, all caps, silver letters. Her blush deepens and she almost whispers, "Won't people see that while we're out?"

I step even closer, well within her personal space, and as I fasten the collar with the dark blue velvet backing around her neck, I lean in and whisper in her ear, "That's the whole point."

After I finish with the perfectly fitted leather (I had measured her neck before commissioning the piece), I take her to my rather low slung convertible, open the door, and guide her tall frame into the form fitting passenger's seat, closing the door after. Then I walk around to my side, get in and fire up the V8 powered machine. Feeling its vibration, and hearing the low rumble, we pull away from the curb and start our adventure.

As we leave her residential neighborhood, and head out on the winding backroads, Isa still has no idea where we're heading or what the day holds for her, and her expression is hard to read behind her large designer sunglasses, but as I glance over, I see her gently fondling the tag hanging from her new collar, and it looks like just maybe she's excited for what's to come.

I keep our speed to a safe, but still exhilarating number, hugging curves and accelerating down straight stretches. As we're moving along, and without looking over at her, I begin to explain where we're going and what we'll be doing, "We're going to head up to the adult toy store next to the strip club, look around, pick up a couple new toys for tonite, and see what kind of trouble I can get my new slut into."

At this point, I look over quickly and see that Isa is sitting with her hands in her lap in an effort to keep the wind coming in through the convertible top from blowing her dress up to her hips. This gives me an idea, and looking back to the road, I tell her, "Move your hands. Put them down at your sides."

She looks as though she's about to object, and tell me why that's not a good idea, but instead she just complies, moving her hands down and away. Of course, as soon as she does, her gossamer dress begins to flap, giving brief glimpses of the tuft of dark hair at the top of her vagina. She flinches briefly, squeezes her legs together, and even starts to move her hands to cover herself, but my immediate, firm "No," ends that thought, and though she doesn't really relax, she does resign herself to being exposed, then covered, then exposed, like the nude scenes you used to catch as a teenager, in between the scrambling and unscrambling of Cinemax late at nite.

Pretty quickly though, the hem of the dress flaps up again, but this time seems to get stuck somehow and there it stays, putting her entire, neatly trimmed bush on display (This is another thing we LOVE about Isa, it's been forever since we've seen a girl with an actual honest to God BUSH, and hers is perfect!). Speaking of perfect, this, to me, seems like the perfect opportunity to take things to the next level. Again without looking over, I say, "Leave it there. In fact, lift your ass and hike the whole thing up around your waist."

Her objection is quiet, but immediate, "But..." she starts.

"But what?" I ask.

"People might see..."

"Mmm... Yes. They might. But rules. Remember? 'Everything and anything I tell you, no matter where we are, or who I tell you to do it to or with...'"

"O- ok. Nevermind. I'm sorry," she says as she moves to follow my command, not realizing that if we were not in a moving car, her question would probably have been met with a "punishment" for its disobedience.

Through sideways glances, and quick looks, I'm able to see she's doing as she was told, and soon she's sitting bottomless on the leather seat of my classic car. But that's only the beginning, as she's about to find out. It's also at this point that she realizes my phone is in a holder mounted to the dash and is in perfect position to capture video of anything she does in that seat. The flashing red light lets her know that is exactly what it's doing.

"Good girl," I tell her. "Now reach down a take off your shoes.

This command she obeys quickly and without hesitation. Probably due to its completely innocuous nature, but she has no idea what's coming next. As soon as she's done, the next demand rolls in, "Ok, now spread your legs wide and put your feet up on the dash."

Her mouth falls open as if she means to say something, but if so, she thinks better of it, her mouth snaps closed, and she slowly complies, opening herself up completely for me and for anyone coming the other way to get a great view. And that view is fantastic! Reminding myself that I also need to drive the car, I steal glances and see her large erect clit peeking from beneath its hood, her swollen labia all puffed out and spread open, and the whole sight misted in the beginnings of wetness from her growing arousal.

"Now, touch yourself. Use your fingers and play with your pussy. But you're not allowed to cum. Not unless I tell you to."

With a quiet whimper, and probably subconsciously knowing the whole time this is where she was headed, Isa began right away, the index and middle fingers of her right hand lewdly keeping her lips spread wide, and the fingers of her left hand alternating between rubbing her clit and plunging into her pussy. Her pace issn't frenzied, but rather steady, as if she knows this is more marathon than sprint. She also isn't oblivious to her surroundings, and on the few occasions when traffic passes us going the other way, she doesn't quite stop, but she does slow down and seem to sink back into her seat just a little more. Not quite realizing we're passing each other so quickly that there likely isn't time for them to be sure they even saw what they think they did. That is, with the exception of when the two shirtless young men on the hay baler come crawling by and I deliberately slow to a near stop allowing them, from their higher vantage point, to get a first-rate view of my little slut's x rated show. When their hollering finally pulls her out of her near stupor, and her eyes focus on them, rather than stopping, she doubles down, leaning into her performance and really giving them a show. Impressed by her attitude, I ask her, "Should I pull over, give you to them, and let them have their way with you, right there in that field."

After thinking for only a split second she whimpers, "Whatever you want me to do."

I chuckle, saying, "Maybe next time boys," although I know they can't here me. I give the car some gas, chirp the tires, and head off down the road.

I can tell by her jerkier movements and her fidgeting in her seat that Isa is almost ready to cum, so I matter of factly tell her, "Stop. That's enough for now. Besides, we're almost there."

She doesn't want to, and I can tell she only needs another handful of strokes to put her over, but she obeys, taking her slick wet fingers out, allowing her flower to close somewhat, and just as she does, we turn onto the long driveway leading up to the club and the adult store.

I pull around to the parking lot on the side of the building, and looking up toward the roofline, I find a spot against the building that seems to be out of the direct sight of the camera mounted there. I shut off the motor, exit the car, and move around to Isa's side. As I open her door, I tell her, "Leave your dress like it is."

She obeys and with my help climbs out of the car, her dress still high around her waist, and her full ass exposed. "Good," I say. "Now turn around and bend over, then reach back and spread yourself open for me." As she does, I add, "Stay there."

With no idea what I'm up to, Isa remains perfectly still except for an occasional involuntary shiver of excitement, and waits for whatever is coming. What happens next is something she hears rather than sees. It's the sound of a plastic package or packet being torn open, and the squirting squishing sound of liquid being squeezed out. And THEN she feels it, something slick, and slightly cold pushing at her asshole, slowly making its way in, but quickly getting wider as it does so, until with a final push from me, it seats itself inside her and she knows then it's a butt plug. The fullness causing her both mild, temporary discomfort, and the first stirrings of pleasure.

I tell her to fix her dress and turn around. When she does, I show her a remote control for the plug and a short silver chain leash which I attach to the D ring of her collar. "Are you ready?" I ask. "Remember, this is supposed to be fun and exciting. If it isn't, just say the word. I won't be mad or disappointed. This is all about you."

She looks my straight in the eye and said, "I am your slut, and I am VERY ready."

I chuckle and hit a button on the remote, causing an explosion of pleasure to radiate outward from her ass as vibrations begin pulsing through her body. Her knees buckle and she lets out a deep audible moan, but as I walk away, giving a gentle tug on the leash, she follows obediently beside me, although on very weak legs. And as she does so, she catches her reflection in the door of the car and realizes the plug in her ass is lit up so that anyone nearby, even if they can't hear the faint buzzing, will know it's there. The dirty thrill of that makes her shudder.

As we enter the store, I increase the level of the vibrator in her ass slightly, and that, combined with the chill in the air, makes Isa's braless, already erect nipples even harder, and her still wet pussy even wetter.

Upon our entry, the door's bell chimed and the young female clerk looked up from her book, her bored expression changing to one of intrigue as she took in the scene we were setting. Isa's beauty, her dress, the collar and the leash no doubt making her curious as did Isa's trembling every time the vibrator changes its pulsing.

Tugging on her leash, I get Isa's attention and tell her, loud enough for everyone in the store to hear, that we are looking for two things, a double headed dildo for her to fuck Kat with later, and a strap-on harness and the biggest rubber cock for it that Isa wants Kat to use on her tonite.

In the store, besides the clerk, are about half a dozen other people, including a few old dudes, and one other couple. They all turn when the door opened and dinged, and openly stared as they listened to my words. Eventually they all went back to what they were doing, but did keep sneaking sideways glances at Isa, especially when she would moan or gasp involuntarily as I used the remote to adjust the intensity of the toy in her ass and tease her deliciously, or when they noticed the fact that under her dress, her ass appears to be lighting up!

Gradually, I steer Isa over toward the wall covered with rubber dicks of every size and color and over to the ones with cock heads on each end and tell her to choose one. After a minute of careful consideration, she picks out a thick, 18 inch long one in dark red and covered with raised bumps, and shows it to me. After my nod of approval, we head over toward the harnesses and other apparatuses.

The display is impressive but also confusing. So many styles of harnesses, each requiring a different type of dildo, and many repped by your favorite porn stars. LOL. After a couple minutes, I suggest Isa pick out the fake cock, and then we can find the harness that it fits. I also pick that moment to use the remote and give her a high level vibration, causing her loudest vocal reaction yet, and also a little bit of ejaculate to escape her pussy and dampen the hem of her dress. Her noise made every head to once again turn toward us, with mixed reactions from surprise, to lust, to outright envy.

Isa tries to ignore them, concentrating instead on clenching her pussy tightly. She's hoping to somehow keep the juices gushing out at this point from running down her legs for everyone to see. She is literally having a mini orgasm now every time I touch the remote.

As she recovers, she reaches for a decent sized dildo from the wall, but before she can even touch it, I tell her that one won't do and to pick a bigger one. She pulls back, then moves down to grab a larger unit instead, but again I let her know it's not big enough. After I reject yet another choice, her third, she begins to imagine the girth and length of one of these monsters invading her cunt and this time she cums without me even jolting her.

Now, without hesitation, she reaches for a massive, unit. It's black, about the size of a Pringle's can with a head the size of an orange. It's called "The Dragon" and it's covered in a sort of reptilian pattern meant to look like dragon skin, and its size reminds her of the time Kat had put her entire hand and part of her arm inside her.

When I don't move to stop her, she takes the heavy beast down off the wall. She can't even come close to wrapping her fingers around it. It's as long as her forearm, and she finds the weight both surprising and arousing. In her head, she can't wait to feel it being slammed into her pussy, maybe with a big, real cock, in her mouth at the same time.

At this point Isa figures there's not much left to do but pick up a harness, pay for our purchases, and head on out, but she's about to see just how wrong she is when I give her her next instruction.

I tell her to take the fake cock over to the cute cashier girl and ask her directly if she has any experience with that particular dildo, if she's ever used it personally, and can she recommend a strap-on harness to go with it. Isa's face turns dark red and she can feel the heat rising in it, but she knows the rules by now and what happens if she disobeys, so she quickly walks to the register to complete her mission. I stay where I am, watching her from a distance, but I can see the amusement on the cashier's face as Isa relates my words to her. The clerk and I make eye contact briefly, and I can tell she knows what's going on. This likely isn't her first go round with this sort of thing. She even chuckles a bit when I crank the remote to its highest setting, causing Isa to stop talking and almost double over in pleasure.

I guess I should take a moment to describe the clerk in more detail as she's about to become a much bigger part of our story. She's short. Maybe 5'4", and very petite. She looks to be in her very early 20's and has alabaster white skin, bright green eyes, a turned up nose, a face full of light freckles, and a mop of purposely unruly jet black hair styled in a short, moppish pixie cut. She dressed all in black, her outfit a sort of punk Goth fairy hybrid consisting of Doc Marten boots over ripped black fishnets, a very short, black, pleated schoolgirl skirt embossed with skulls, and held up by similarly decorated suspenders in white, over a black wifebeater, cut off to just above the bottom of her small tits. They're the kind that would fit entirely in your mouth. She's super cute and super put together, and apparently, she doesn't mind flirting and (hopefully?) maybe more. Overall, think a young Winona Ryder or Jane Wiedlin from the Go Go's (Yeah, I'm dating myself. Fuck off! LOL).

Still holding the giant black phallus in both hands, the clerk comes out from be her counter and starts heading my way, telling Isa she knows exactly what she needs and giving her a wink. When she gets to where I'm standing, the clerk tells me Isa explained what we need and she knows exactly the right one. She takes a box down off the wall and hands it to Isa. On the cover, bent over, naked, is a large breasted blonde, and behind her is an equally naked athletic black woman wearing the strap-on and pushing it into the blonde's pussy. The girls tells us this is the one she uses on her girlfriend, and sometimes on her guy friends, and she likes it because it can take the "bigger" units like the one Isa has picked but still works for the regular sized ones too. She then touched me on the arm and says for me to let her know if there's anything else she can do to us. Yes, she definitely said "to" not "for". Freudian slip, maybe? Either way, she bounces back over behind her counter. We follow her, and on the way over I grab one of those tiny bullet type vibrators, then pay for everything while our new friend tells us how much we're going to enjoy our purchases.

While paying, I ask the girl for some tokens for the movie booths in the back then tell her Isa is going to be testing out those purchases and she's more than welcome to come supervise, or even provide some "hands on" instruction. She says she'd LOVE to but she really can't leave the front of the store unattended, but you never know. I give a chuckle, give Isa's ass toy another jolt, then tug her leash and head for the back.

In the darkness of the back area, the glow from Isa's butt plug casts a very noticeable light over the whole area. A light that slowly changes color from red, to orange, to blue, then green and so on. The effect is pretty wild, and the few other individuals take notice and begin to stare. I usher Isa into the biggest booth, follow her in then latch the door behind us. I tell her to strip completely and to sit on the high top style chair, hand her the bullet toy and a battery, and tell her to open it. Then I turn toward the video screen in the wall and begin inserting coins into the slot. The screen immediately comes to life with the scene of a woman straddling one man and riding his cock while another man behind her pushes his dick in and out of her ass. When I'm done adding money, I begin hitting the select button, going through the selections and looking for one I know Isa will like. I finally settle on one that has a beautiful Latina on her back, with a woman kneeling between her legs fucking her with a strap-on, while a man kneeling next to her head feeds his cock into her mouth.

When I turn back, Isa is staring intently at the screen. She has managed to open the package I gave her and install the battery. She has two fingers of one hand buried completely in her dripping pussy, making a sexy squelching sound as they go in and out, and she's using her other hand to rub that bullet almost violently up and down her big swollen clit. She obviously approves of my movie choice.

After pulling out my phone and beginning to record her obscene show (I just know Kat is going to LOVE this!), I crank up Isa's butt plug a couple notches and say, "Maybe we should open the door and let everyone see this. What do you think, slut?"

The look on Isa's face goes from bliss to panic and back to pleasure almost too fast to notice, but then, without a word, she nods her head meekly and answers, "Whatever will please you." And that's exactly what I intend to do.

Keeping my eye, and my phone camera on Isa, I turn slightly toward the door. It doesn't go all the way to the floor, meaning I can look underneath it, where I can see at least a couple pairs of feet, at least one of which appears to be female. I unlock the door and swing it open just a crack. Peering out, I see a small crowd of people. There's two older men, one younger, attractive black man in his early 20's, and the couple we had seen early. All seem very interested in what's going on in our booth, and crowd just a little closer as they see the door open a bit.

After taking a quick glance at all of them, I swing the door open wider and allow them all a good look at Isa and what she's doing, while also keeping myself in position to block anyone from entering who might get overeager.

As the door opens, I see Isa hesitate, looking like she's about to stop. Instead, I tell her not to stop unless I order her to, then ask if she understands. She nods her head, closes her eyes and goes back to jilling with her fingers and the toy.

In a calm but commanding voice I tell her to open her eyes and look at her audience. She obediently complies, making at least brief eye contact with everyone in the doorway. From their viewpoints they can easily see the puddle of Isa's juices starting to pool on her plastic chair and under her ass.

Having made my selections and knowing I'd invite them ALL in to watch if the booth were big enough, I catch the attention of the young black man and then the couple, and with a jerk of my head, invite them to join us in the small room.

The black man strode in immediately and with confidence, but the couple hesitated. I could tell they both wanted to, but neither wanted to seem overeager to the other. I almost thought they might chicken out until the woman turned and whispered in her man's ear. When she finished, they both walked slowly into the booth until, with a quick "sorry" for the guys that weren't chosen, I closed the door and relatched it. Turning back, my phone still capturing Isa's actions, I addressed our guests and told them that as long as they didn't mind me filming, they were free to stay and watch, free to touch each other, and even free to touch me as long as they asked beforehand, but under no circumstances were they to touch Isa unless I told them they could.

At first, no one moves. They just stare at the lewd display taking place in front of them. But then the black man almost brashly approaches Isa, moving up between her legs and stopping only about a foot away from her. His skin is a deep chestnut brown and his black hair is cropped short. He's dressed dapperly in leather sandals, a pair of peach colored, flat front shorts, and a form fitting, navy colored, v-neck, Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt that shows off his well defined physique, and large biceps. He's slightly shorter than me, making him about 5'10" and he looks to go about 230 with a very low body fat. Once he stops, he unzips his shorts, reaches through the fly of his boxers and carefully pulls out a very dark, thick, half hard cock about 8 inches long and still growing. He begins slowly pulling on it and making it harder and longer as he stares a Isa's pussy and her fingers strumming away, occasionally looking up to catch her eye and give her a wink.

The black man's movement and new position effectively blocks the couple from being able to see much, so they quickly move in along Isa's right side next to the video screen and close to her, putting the woman and me shoulder to shoulder, and her man on her other side closest to Isa. He's an average sort of Joe. Looks to be about 30. Not soft, but not ripped, kind of a dad bod. He has short brown hair and a goatee, and is dressed in a Greta Van Fleet tee, khaki cargo shorts, and some green Teva's. The most remarkable feature about him is he's got a large number of tattoos. All black ink, and very well done, they cover almost all of his exposed body, excluding his neck and face, but including his hands. His woman is a prize. Shorter and a little soft, with red wavy hair about halfway down her back, fiery green eyes, and large tits. Not Kat large, but easily D cup. She's wearing a tight, black, ribbed dress with a zipper up its entire length and she's got it unzipped past her impressive chest and halfway to her navel. It's probably some designer I wouldn't recognize, but I do know what those red bottomed shoes mean. LOL. Hers are black with a fairly high heel. Not stripper high, but for sure "be careful how you walk" high.

For a minute, the woman is transfixed by the site of the young black man's now fully erect 9 inch cock. It's far thicker than average and curved toward the sky. Without looking away from it, she fumbles for her guy's shorts, unzips them and fetches out his own not unimpressive unit. It's almost as long, ramrod straight, a little less thick, but still definitely above average, and very uncircumcised. Again without ever looking away, but now alternating glances between the ebony dick and Isa's beautiful pussy, she begins slowly jerking off her man who, with a very happy deer in the headlights look, just stands there taking in the moment.

Nothing changed for a minute or two as the whole room fills with the smells of wet pussy and pheromones. Then a couple things happen all at once. The black man shuffles forward half a step between Isa's legs, putting the head of his cock just a couple small inches from her knuckles as she just keeps frigging herself. In fact, it might even have touched the back of her hand, leaving a small trail of pre-cum. The other thing that happened was I felt someone gently rubbing at the front of my pants. Knowing that only one person is in a position to reach me, I don't need to look to know who it is, but I do it anyway, and I see the woman touching my dick through my trousers. I reach down gently and guide her exploring fingers to the top of my zipper, and continue until she gets the idea and begins actively opening my pants and taking out my cock, which size-wise, is somewhere in between her partner's and the black man's. For sure the thickest, but maybe not quite the longest. Once she has it free, with a fist as far around each as she can get, she begins to work her man and me in tandem.

Recognizing what will happen I don't intervene, I call Isa's name and tell her to take her fingers out of her pussy and use them to take hold of the black man's dick and use it to guide his body out from between her legs and over to her side opposite the couple and me. When she complies, a thin thread of viscous pussy juice clings to her fingers and trails from them to his cock, coating his shaft as she starts to jerk him off.

Just as we all start to fall into an intense but steady rhythm, each of us breathing, moaning and whimpering in our own unique way, there's a light tapping on the door of the booth. Right away I recognize the clerk's voice when she asks if it's us in there and if we need any help. Without dislodging the woman's fist from around my cock or interrupting her work, I unlatch the door, swing it open and let her in. As soon as I do, and she sees everything that's going on she lets out a soft, involuntary, "Oh, wow." Then she says she wanted to give us that "help" with the new gear I had mentioned.

With that, she lifted up that little plaid skirt and revealed a big, bright, lipstick red, rubber dick swinging between her legs from the same harness she had already convinced us to buy, and after looking to me for permission, which I give with a nod of my head, she steps forward between Isa's legs, grabs her ankles and puts Isa's feet on her narrow shoulders, one on each strap of her cropped wifebeater, and with little more than that, and absolutely zero additional conversation, she begins pushing the phallus into Isa's already wide open and wet pussy. Even still, although it's not as massive as the one Isa picked out, this is a BIG dick, and it takes her a few seconds to work the whole thing inside her until the huge rubber balls are resting on the butt plug still buzzing away in Isa's ass.

Starting out slowly and gently, and watching Isa's expressions closely, the young woman gradually begins to pick up both speed and power in her thrusts, pausing only long enough to peel off her top, exposing her small breasts and their hard, rose pink nipples, until she's slamming into Isa's cunt with enough force to move her chair backwards until it's tight against the back wall, and each stroke pushed an "UH" out of Isa's electrified, almost overstimulated body.

And that's how things went for a while. The woman dedicatedly, but almost absentmindedly jacking off both her man and me, but totally transfixed by what was happening in front of her. The young black man with the curved cock thoroughly enjoying his handjob, but unable to take his eyes off the sight of Isa's pussy being violated almost violently by the bright red rubber dick. And the little snow white skinned girl with the jet black hair cut in a short pixie style, beads of sweat trickling down between her cute, firm tits, standing almost on her tippy toes for better leverage, just hammering that toy into Isa, all while watching to make sure she doesn't cross that line into real pain. I'm fucking the woman's fist around my cock, while trying to hold the camera steady and catch all of this amazing scene for later. Then there's Isa. She's almost panting, almost delirious, having a mini orgasm from almost every stroke of that hunk of rubber into her body and the toy still at work in her ass, which by this time I have cranked to the highest setting, all while trying desperately to remember to stroke the real cock in her hand, the big black one with the impossible curve, like she was told, and the whole time trying to not pass out from the pleasure and lewdness of it all. She really is a dirty slut today, just like the tag on her collar says.

Then several things happen not quite at the same time, but in such rapid succession that they seem simultaneous. What happens first is Isa's little lover pushes the dildo just the tiniest bit deeper than she's ever managed to previously, causing in Isa the biggest, most epic, body shaking orgasm she's ever known. The girl immediately pulls out allowing Isa to squirt a geyser of girl cum that shoots all the way across the small room to splash on the opposite wall and all over the clerk's bare upper body even wetting Isa's feet which are still on the girl's shoulders. I'm pretty sure Isa even lost consciousness for a brief second there. I'll have to review the video. LOL.

This activity triggered the black cock in Isa's hand to begin shooting its massive load all over her fist, her left thigh, and her belly. Three, four, five jets, each as strong as the first paint her body until she appears almost glazed.

Next, the man on the far side of the woman from me, her partner, grunts out that he's about to cum from her handiwork. She drops to her knees and engulfs his cock, bobbing, slurping, sucking, and swallowing every drop, and never missing a stroke of my own dick.

As everyone begins to come down from their personal highs, and reality begins to creep in, the clerk girl speaks up first and says she'll grab us some clean, warm, wet rags to clean up with so we don't have to use those scratchy brown paper towels like everyone else, but she really needs to get back to the front of the store so she doesn't risk getting fired. This job is just too much fun. With that, she threw her tank top back on, unlatched the door and slipped out. The black guy had been tucking his cock away, he thanks everyone for a great time, then he too, sneaks out the door. The woman, still on her knees, starts sucking my cock like she's on a mission, saying it isn't fair that I haven't gotten off yet. I tell her it's ok, and that I'm saving it for later tonite. Then I help her to her feet and we say goodbye.

Just as Isa and I are the only two left, the clerk girl returns with the promised wet towels, tells us the store is empty, and begins to gently clean Isa off while her body still gives the occasional shiver or shake as she comes back to Earth. When the clerk finishes, I order Isa to stand, turn around, and bend over the chair. When she does, I take hold of the butt plug and begin rotating it in her ass before gently pulling it out. Using the last clean rag, I wipe it off thoroughly, then look at our little friend and tell her to turn around and assume the position Isa had just been in. She crosses her arms across her chest and views me though squinted eyes. She's not my slut (yet), but she slowly obeys.

When she does, I tell Isa to lift the girl's skirt, spread her ass cheeks, and open her mouth. Isa does all three, and when she does, I put the plug in her mouth and make sure it gets coated with her saliva. I remove it, then slowly and gently push it into the girl's ass and use the remote to turn it on low. I spin her around, hand her the remote, and tell her it's something to remember us by. She shivers, says thanks, and hands me a business card from the adult store. She tells me her name and number are on the back and if we ever need her for anything in the future we should give her a call. I tell her we definitely will, then ask her what time she's off tonite. She says to call her after 7. Reading her name from the back of the card, I tell Claire she'll hear from me then, and turning to Isa, I tell her we need to get going as we still have to meet Kat for today's ACTUAL fun...

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2!