The Fitting Room, Part Four

More kinky sexual fantasy from a lingerie shop

{This post is very definitely NSFW; it is also entirely unsuitable material if you’re underage in your locality; only read on if you’re an adult and you like explicitly sexy stories.}

[Fantasy, MFF, consensual sex, crossdressing, penetration by objects. All ‘participants’ are adult, imaginary, and entirely fictional - any resemblance to a real person is sheer coincidence.]

The door opened the rest of the way, and there was Yolanda, in all her glory! Wearing lacy white underwear - stockings, suspenders, bra, all of which which enhanced her generous curves to perfection; her long dark glossy curls swaying, but the thing which was most noticeable was the big flesh-coloured plastic prick protruding from her crotch - there was no obvious harness, so I figured it must be some sort of ‘strapless strap-on’. It waved obscenely as she stepped into the room, looking almost as though it had grown from her crotch. My eyes must have widened in surprise, because she looked at me, smiled suggestively, and winked.

“You can probably guess by my attire, but just to let you both know that the last casual customer has left and we’ve closed up, so now it’s just us, and we can get down to the usual Saturday shenanigans!” As she finished speaking she stroked her huge cock suggestively, winking at me.

Hannah looked alarmed, momentarily. “Are you going to fuck me with that monster, Miss Yolanda?”

“Yes, and I want you to beg for it!” said Yolanda, menacingly.

“But…?” I interjected, “I thought Hannah was the manager?”

“Oh yes, I’m very much the junior colleague,” said Yolanda, “but we have a tradition that, on Saturday nights, roles are reversed - so I’m in charge!”

“Ah, so it’s like the festival of Saturnalia in Ancient Rome, where, on one day a year, the roles were reversed, and the masters became slaves for the day and vice versa - within certain limits of course!”

“That’s exactly it - but I didn’t know it was a historical thing like that - I thought it was just something we did, and anyway we do it a lot more than once a year. Anyway, Hannah, on your knees and assume the position!”

“Yes, Miss Yolanda!”

Hannah knelt in front of me, spreading her legs a little, and arching her back as she lowered her upper body to the floor. This made her bum look hugely, gorgeously, rounded, and put her anus and pussy on display, ready to be filled full of dildo - or cock. I couldn’t help but reach out, stroke her globes and give them a jiggle.

“What an awesome arse!” I exclaimed, grasping my erection as it protruded from the slit in my knickers and giving it a couple of strokes, feeling my knees almost buckle under me as I did so.

Yolanda knelt behind Hannah and, supporting the dildo in her fingers, guided its bulbous head into her folds and rubbed it up and down a few times.

“Give me your fat cock Miss Yolanda, please!”

“Only if you beg!” said Yolanda, mischievously, as she continued to stroke the plastic prick wetly up and down Hannah’s folds. By now Hannah was trying to wriggle back to impale herself on the cock.

“Naughty, naughty! You’re not getting it unless you beg!”

“Oh please, please, pretty please.” whined Hannah, “I need it so much; I haven’t been fucked properly all week. Please fuck me with it!”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” said Yolanda, “Unlike my long, hard, cock.” before easing it into her entrance, pausing a moment and then sinking it in her, slowly and deliberately. Hannah moaned softly. They were a sight to behold, in their obscenely erotic pose.

Yolanda reached out a hand, grasped the shaft of my cock and pulled me towards her. Gripping the shaft in her hand, she pulled back the foreskin and began to lick my glans as if it were an ice cream cone. The feeling of her tongue there was so intense that it was all I could do to stay on my feet. After a few licks, she took my length into her mouth, up to where her fist was still gripping me, and began to bob her head in time with the thrusts of her cock in Hannah’s cunt. I rested my hand on Yolanda’s head, feeling her dark, silky, hair under my fingers.

“My idea of heaven!” I exclaimed. “You ladies have no idea how much I love lingerie shopping.”

“Oh, I think we do,” said Hannah, panting as Yolanda’s cock pumped her pussy squelching obscenely, “I can tell by the sight and sound of that huge thing in Yolanda’s mouth.”

Yolanda had, by now, given up trying to bob her head on my cock at the same time as fucking Hannah and had resorted to holding it in her mouth and licking around and around the head. At first I thought the lack of ‘thrusting’ meant it wouldn’t be enough to get me off but I very soon found that the repeated friction on my glans, coupled with the sight before me of Yolanda’s cock, glistening with Hannah’s cunt cream, spearing her pussy repeatedly, began to overcome me - the constant feeling of her tongue on my glans grew my pleasure exponentially…

“I think I might be going to cum soon.”

And then, suddenly, the rapid increase in my arousal taking me almost by surprise,

“FUUUCK!! I’m cumming! Cumming so hard!”

The pleasure of her tongue on my glans was suddenly too much, and through the white-heat of my orgasm, my cock began to pulse great gouts of cum into her mouth. Too much and too quickly, for in no time it was bubbling out of corners of her mouth and dribbling whitely down her chin, from where it dripped, lazily, onto her boob. Yolanda, almost choking on my copious cum, pulled her head back and directed the last dribbles onto Hannah’s glorious globes.

Yolanda swallowed, and then coughed. “Fuck! That was a monster cum - where did all that come from?”

“You ladies are just too sexy - and that thing you did with your tongue just undid me completely.”

I sat on the floor, exhausted.

Yolanda, now that she wasn’t trying to do two people at once, redoubled her efforts, pumping her plastic prick in and out of Hannah’s obscenely obvious cunt, so her butt-flesh rippled; making both their boobs wobble like jelly on a plate too. The motion also served to make the other end of the strapless cock jerk in Yolanda’s pussy as well. They were moaning in unison, as their cunts squelched in unison too. After a few minutes of this, with Yolanda gripping Hannah’s arse, they began to speed up. Hannah looked up at me, a look of sheer lust on her beautiful face.

“Just. Missing. One. Thing.” she panted.

“Put. Finger. In. My. Arse.” and licked her lips.

I knelt up and stroked my hand over her gorgeous globes, and then gently fingered her pussy as the plastic prick thundered in and out of it, gathering moisture on my finger, and then easing its tip against her tiny pink bud, overcoming the resistance and slipping in to the first knuckle, then the second, before beginning to finger-fuck her arse.

I could feel my cock just beginning to stir, and swell, again - surprising, given how short a time it was since I last came - but unsurprising too, given the extreme stimulation of being with these two incredibly sexy ladies doing unspeakably naughty things to each other in their somewhat sensual workplace… I couldn’t help wondering whether any of the ‘ordinary’ customers had the faintest inkling of what happened here after closing on Saturday evenings… It was such a naughty thought, and it made my cock twitch.

“Oh god!” moaned Hannah, “I feel so goooood… I’m going to cum! Fuck me harder!”

We both kept going; Yolanda too seemed to getting closer, panting loudly, her thrusts becoming more and more frantic, and less and less rhythmical. I felt Hannah’s arsehole begin to clench around my finger, as she chirruped her way to heaven; by now Yolanda’s knuckles were white where they gripped Hannah’s hips. Both of them came at once, shuddering, shaking, spasming, crying out…

And then collapsing in a tangle of limbs beside me. I stroked them, gently, as the aftershocks of their joint orgasm twitched through them, and their breathing slowed.

“I feel so privileged to be here,” I said, quietly, “and so grateful to you girls for letting me come along and join in. Why do it here though? These premises aren’t the most comfortable, though I admit that (for me at least) the racks and racks of lingerie is quite the turn-on.”

“We’re glad you’re here,” said Hannah, thoughtfully, “it’s nice, for some of us at least, to have a real cock involved. As for ‘why here’, well, it’s hard to find another venue which is suitable, and private. We mostly have homes, and families - it’d be hard to turn up and turf them out while we stage an orgy!”

“You could come to our house? Since the kids moved out, there’s just the two of us; it’s warm and comfortable, with two lounges, four bedrooms and three bathrooms, giving plenty of space for any ‘shenanigans’ you care for… And we have toys and things - we are a ‘sex positive household’.

“That’s certainly an idea! Thank you. We’ll have a talk about the idea later perhaps. Anyway, I wonder where the other three are?”

Yolanda giggled. “I might not know precisely where they are, but I’m sure I know just what they’re doing!”

“Let’s go and find them! Then we can see if you’re right!” said Hannah mischievously.

At that very moment there was a tap on the door and it opened. And there were Lucy, Emily and Beth, all looking, well, fucked - or even well-fucked. They weren’t the ‘well-presented’ ladies seen earlier by the customers; for one thing they were almost entirely naked; for another, their hair-styles and make-up would need some serious work before they’d be ‘presentable’; and as well as their nakedness there was ample evidence of arousal, past and present - lipstick around erect nipples, shinily-wet crotches, swollen lips and slick thighs; in short, they looked a mess…

But a very, very, hot and sexy mess. They had clearly been having all kinds of sexy fun.

“May we join you - our party needs more cock?”

“I’m, well, not sure I can…”

“Oh, I’m sure we can provide more than sufficient encouragement.” said Lucy, “I know just what you’re capable of, remember, and I know you find this far more of a turn-on than anything we might do when we’re alone together.”

“I’ve already cum twice - there can’t be much left, and it’s going to take a while before I can cum again. My balls are beginning to ache like a bitch too.”

“Well, why don’t you sit there on the bench and watch, you poor old thing; then, when you’ve had a nap and feel a bit better, you can join in again.” she said, condescendingly, winking at me.

I got up off the floor, and plonked myself down on the bench, with a deep sigh - but really just ‘playing to the gallery’. Lucy knew, of course, and rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry guys,” said Hannah, “but I really will have to go; as always it’s been amazing, but I need to get home.”

There was a chorus of ‘please stay’ and ‘we’ll miss you’, but leave she did. And that left me with a bevy of beauties: Lucy, my wife, with her big bum, big boobs, slim waist and blonde bob; Yolanda, the young, really curvy, girl with masses of curly hair, so dark it was almost black; Beth, the archetypal busty brunette; lastly Emily, clearly the youngest and much the slimmest, but with amazing ‘torpedo’ tits and really puffy nipples, topped off by long, straight, blonde hair which was so pale the colour might have come from a bottle. I had played with the others, but not Emily.

This was going to be exciting.

To be continued…