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(MMM/f, D/s, cons, oral)

Lingerie Lounge
bySummerElizabeth8©


- Woman has an encounter with the clerks at a strange
boutique

My girlfriend from work, Linda, had just told me about a
great new lingerie boutique up on State Street. It was kind of a
"concept" store, she said. When I asked her what that was all
about, she just said it was really interesting and I should go see
for myself. I have to say that my interest was piqued, so I looked
at my calendar and decided to go after work on Friday. Maybe I
could pick up something nice for "date night" with my husband on
Saturday.

Jim and I are in our late thirties with two kids. We are a
typical family, first child a boy and then came the girl three
years later. Jim owns his own web design firm and I am the office
manager for a local animal charity organization. We aren't rich,
but we are comfortable and both enjoy our careers, family and
friends. We set aside one night a month to have a date night and
send the kids to their grandparent's house for the evening.
Sometimes we do something special, like the opera, but most dates
we have a nice dinner, maybe a movie or museum, and go home and
screw our brains out. This weekend, we were planning to see a blues
concert in the park and have a late dinner at the BBQ joint around
the corner.

I put the store out of my mind until Friday afternoon when
Linda asked me if I had been there yet. I told her of my plans to
go that evening after work, and she just grinned. "I know you will
love it," she said. I got the distinct feeling that there was
something that she wasn't telling me, but my phone rang and my
attention was diverted. Right before I left work, I called Jim and
told him that I would be late for dinner, would he mind feeding the
kids?

"I can do better than that," he told me. "Your parents
already picked them up. They wanted to go see that new animated
flick and it opens tonight. They said that they might as well keep
them for the weekend if we didn't mind."

"Hell, no, I don't mind," I laughed. I invited him to come
shopping with me, but he said he was already settled in and wanted
to get some work done while he had peace and quiet. I didn't blame
him. It could be a mad house with the kids and their friends
around. "I don't know how long I will be," I said.

"Have a good time and be careful out there," he said. "Love
you."

"Love you, too," I answered before hanging up. I tidied my
desk, and left in high spirits. Retail therapy always puts me in a
good mood. I was leaving a bit late, so traffic wasn't an issue as
I made my way downtown. State Street was on the edge of the old
shopping district. This neighborhood had gone to seed when the
shopping malls came to town, but thanks to the local historical
society and some thrifty-minded entrepreneurs and artists, it was
slowly making a comeback. There really were some beautiful old
buildings in this area, and I was glad to see that they hadn't been
taken over completely by the rats and rubble.

The brick façade of the Lingerie Lounge had a decorative
base stone that read the date 1893. It had tall, arched windows on
both floors, the bottom ones filled with tasteful displays of lacy
nightgowns and other bedclothes. The heavy glass and oak door had a
small plaque with the name and business hours on it, but nothing
else. I pushed it open and found myself standing in a room that had
been carefully restored. The original pressed tin ceilings had been
repaired or replaced and polished to a matte finish. The hardwood
floors had been refinished as had the original wood moldings and
trim. Someone had also picked out wallpaper reminiscent of the
period with a soft rose print pattern. It was beautiful.

A sales lady approached me within minutes. She was also
graceful and pretty, about 35, slim, and dressed in a pink, silk
button down blouse and gray pencil skirt. Her honey brown hair was
in a sleek French twist, and I loved her shoes. I have a thing for
shoes. They were black patent leather, pointed toe and had a dainty
ankle strap with an old-fashioned button closure The slim 3" heel
put her a good five inches taller than me and I thought she was
easily the most lovely woman I had ever seen. She smiled at me
warmly and asked if I needed help.

"Not really, I am here on the recommendation of my
girlfriend. She said I needed to stop by, and check, ah, the store
out." I almost said "you" instead of "the store" but I caught
myself in time.

"In that case, welcome, and feel free to browse. My name is
Emily. We have a special viewing area where you can see models
wearing our products. It's in the back to the left, if you are
interested." Ah, this must be the gimmick, I thought. I thanked her
and wandered from rack to rack. Faded throw rugs were scattered on
the floor adding to the charm and I saw some pretty items, but
nothing that I could get too excited about. It all seemed sort of
stuffy and I was a little disappointed, but thought that I had
better at least check out the viewing area before I leave.

I meandered back in the direction that the sales girl had
motioned and noticed that it was quite a bit darker than the main
part of the store. There was a red carpet runway laid down on the
polished floor and the lights seemed to be directed at it. Several
chairs were arranged around the carpet, presumably for viewing
comfort. A model wearing a lacy white teddy and high heels slid out
from behind a curtained doorway at the far end. The teddy was
tasteful, but it was something you would wear under a business
suit. I watched as several other models came and went at a slow
saunter, and I was still not particularly impressed. I was almost
ready to get up and leave when I heard a rustle behind me and saw
that the original sales girl was approaching me again.

"Would you like to see some of the fashions from our second
floor collection?" she asked me. I nodded. I'll admit that I was
intrigued. What would they be hiding out of view from the main
floor?

A model came out wearing something beautiful, and certainly
different from the fare presented so far. I looked around, but I
was the only one in the viewing room aside from the model and
Emily, my sales girl.

It was an elegant ensemble, a matching bra, panty and
garter belt set of delicate beige lace. The cups of the bra and
hips of the garter belt were embroidered with delicate pink roses
and buds. The most shocking part was that her nipples could clearly
be seen, the needlework cupping the tips so that they became
cradled by a the flowers. The panties were also crotchless,
allowing me to glimpse a perfectly shaved pussy peeking out at me
as she moved. The model showed no embarrassment, doing her turn and
heading back to the curtain.

I was certainly taken aback. I have long harbored fantasies
of being with other women, and I could feel my face flush with
excitement. I have never even dared to tell Jim about my desires.
We have been married for 10 years. What would he say? The next
model that came out was more wicked than the last.

She was tall and graceful with thick red hair that hung
loose down to her waist. Her skin was pale and set off the black
corset perfectly. It was beaded satin and, had attached garters.
The straps framed her bare cunt and her breasts were completely
exposed. A riding crop dangled lightly from a strap on her wrist.
Her legs were long and she had on black high heeled boots that
laced up the front. They looked like something out of a Betty Page
layout**, and I lost all composure and just stared at the luscious
girl. She returned my stare with a nod, and snapped the side of her
boot with the crop before turning back to the curtain.

"You seemed to like that one in particular," she commented,
"Would you like to try it on?" I nodded, my throat still dry. "I
think in the white for you, though. Follow me please," her voice
was all business and I did as I was told. Her heels tapped the
floor in a mesmerizing beat. She led me down a short hall off of
the viewing room and into a comfortably appointed dressing room.
There was a chaise lounge and side table in one corner and a dark
red roman couch lined an opposite wall. The entire room was softly
lit, but the glow was magnified by the large mirrors hung on every
wall, some of them floor to ceiling. I didn't think that this was a
regular dressing room, but I wasn't about to object.

"I have to have your measurements in order to fit you
properly," she told me.

"I am a 36C," I said.

She shook her head and laughed softly. "No, I need to take
your measurements, myself. All of them," she said pointedly, taking
a small tape measure from a decorative little box on the side
table. "Please take off everything except your panties." I
hesitated only a moment before following her instructions. Her
voice was silky and I found myself focusing on her shoes again. I
could hardly believe that this was the way that the average
customer was treated. And the open displays of female flesh in the
viewing room. What was that all about? All of this ran through my
mind as I stripped with trembling fingers.

She watched me with hooded eyes and I shook slightly as I
undid the zipper on my slacks and stepped out of them. And I
couldn't quite bring myself to met her eyes while I undid my bra
and pulled it off my shoulders. I wasn't wearing any hose, and I
shivered when I finally stood up straight. My nipples were hard,
and I was praying that she couldn't tell how turned on I was. She
approached me with the tape measure, a gleam in her eye.

"You are beautiful. You don't have to hide your body from
me." Her voice was captivating. "It's my business to enhance
women's beauty. I am going to enjoy brining out your wilder side,"
she said grinning at me. I felt a little more at ease, and let her
move my arms out of the way behind my neck. I felt so open and
naked. She bent to wrap the measuring tape around my torso and her
cheek brushed my hard nipple.

"Oh!" I exclaimed involuntarily. I blushed beet red all
over and held my gaze to her toes.

"Tsk," she clucked at me. I felt like a scolded child. I
couldn't believe that her actions were an oversight, but she was so
business like that I had no response.

She finished her task without further interruptions and
soon, she had my measurements written on a small slip of paper. I
had returned my arms to my sides, but didn't move otherwise when
she tapped twice on the hotel style bell sitting next to the
decorative box. The red-headed model entered still wearing the
black corset and took the piece of paper from Emily's fingers. She
stopped and gave me an appraising look from head to toe. I blushed
more than I ever had in my entire life, and she laughed low before
exiting.

"Her name is Cindy," Emily said to me as she walked in a
slow circle around me. "She is my co-manager." I gasped and looked
up to her face. She laughed a merry chime at my surprise. "She
likes to be more...daring, in her sales approach. I expect you
won't be able to resist her pitch."

She completed her circle while she continued to talk. "You
are very beautiful. I am going to enjoy dressing you in pretty,
frilly things. Like a doll. My little plaything." she leaned over
and whispered gently in my ear. Her words made me shiver and if my
nipples stood out before, they were diamond hard tips now. My pussy
was throbbing, and I knew right then that I would let these women
have their way with me. I giggled briefly when I realized that I
would also pay for the privilege when they charged my credit card
for the merchandise.

Emily gave me a questioning look, but I gave my head a
shake. I was beginning to fall under their spell, and I didn't want
the sound of my own voice to break it. I just wanted to go where
they led me. Shortly, Cindy came back with the garment that Emily
requested and a shoe box underneath one arm. This time, she ordered
me to put my hands behind my neck. I complied immediately.

Cindy sat in an overstuffed chair and draped her leg over
the arm. She wagged her foot with nonchalance, but her bare pussy
was completely open and on display. Her puffy lips were spread and
clearly wet. "Like what you see?" Emily asked me. I snapped my eyes
back to hers, but there was amusement in her eyes. "It's okay.
Cindy is our exhibitionist here at Lingerie Lounge," she said to
me. "She loves to show off." I was shocked, but more aroused than
ever. I wondered for a moment if this was what Linda had intended
for me to find when she sent me to this boutique.

"Take a deep breath and hold it, please," Emily said to me.
I did as I was told and she started doing up the clasps going up
the front. It was a tight fit, but I knew that she still had to do
the laces in the back. I held my long brown hair out of the way and
my tits jiggled and bounced as she tugged on the ribbon laces
behind me. Cindy just sat and leered at me during the whole
process, a sly smirk on her beautiful face. The pair of women were
an odd contradiction. Cindy was the one dressed in Mistress gear,
but Emily seemed to be the one in charge.

"There. All done with that. Now for the garters." She
rolled up a thigh high white stocking and held it down for me to
step into. Cindy rose from the chair and came to steady me.

"Keep your hands up," she whispered in my ear. I watched in
almost horrified silence as Emily rolled the delicate stocking up
my leg. I could feel her breath on my thighs, and I knew she could
smell my juicy pussy. She stroked up my leg to make sure it was
smooth and I trembled with lust. Her touch was so delicate, so
different from my husbands. But it was so erotic, I was helpless
before these two. She did the snaps that attached the garters to
the stockings and then we repeated the process with the other leg.
This time, however, Emily leaned in close, about two inches from my
exposed pussy and inhaled deeply.

"You smell delicious," she told me. And then she leaned in
to plant a kiss, right on my bare lips. I gasped sharply, but was
held in place by Cindy's hands on my elbows, still holding me up.
There was no doubt anymore what these ladies had in mind. Emily
rose from the floor, licking her lips. "Delicious," she repeated.

She picked up the shoe box and drew forth the most
beautiful pair of shoes. They were while leather sandals, with
chunky, curved high heels. The straps were the same white satin
ribbon as the corset was anchored with and she tied the ribbons in
a white bow behind my ankles. She stood up and backed away,
studying me. Cindy came around to my front to do the same. A wide
smile cracked both of their faces when their glances met. I
desperately wanted to look in one of the mirrors, but they were
standing in the way of my view. I got the feeling that they were
doing it on purpose.

"With your hands up, walk towards us. Keep your eyes on
us," Emily told me. I took about ten towards them and stopped. I
was painfully aware that my breasts were thrust up, nipples still
rock hard. "Now backwards." I hobbled a little bit going back,
unsteady on the plush carpet. I wanted so bad to just steal a peek,
but Cindy still had the crop, and I really didn't want to have a
run in with that.

Cindy shook her head. "Something isn't quite right. Put
your hands behind your back and clasp your elbows with your hands."
I did like she said, and looked down to see that my breasts were
thrust completely out. I blushed anew, and felt a jolt run to my
pussy.

"You were made for that outfit," Emily told me. They moved
aside so that I could get the full effect of what they had done to
me. "Isn't it so strange that just a change of color and
accessories make such a difference in the same outfit." I just
stared at myself in the mirror. It was me, but not. My legs looked
a mile longer, my breasts were hard and swollen with desire. My
eyes were bright and shiny, and my pussy was definitely glossy and
wet, with it's frilly, lacy garter strap border.

I was even more aroused by the fact that I had let these
women dress me like such a little doll slut. And pose me as such,
too. My whole body was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to
boil over. Emily seemed to notice my state first and came over to
me. "Shhh. You are a good girl. You have been so cooperative with
us. You have done everything you were told." She reached up to
stroke and pet my breasts while she spoke. I was almost in tears,
and I tried to calm myself. I took in deep breaths and closed my
eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, Cindy was circling me. "Walk
in circles around the room," she directed. The room was large
enough for me to maneuver, but I was still a bit unsteady on the
high heels. I felt awkward, but the ladies were murmuring between
themselves and I caught a few words that sounded encouraging.

"Stop," Emily commanded. I turned to look at them. She
approached me and came to a stop just a few inches from me. She
looked me in the eye and then kissed me full on the lips. I was
startled, but returned her attention. Her lips were so soft, I
flicked my tongue out to lick them. She snaked her tongue out also,
and the next thing I knew, I was full out French kissing this
commanding woman. Her breath tasted oddly like roses, but it was
delectable just the same. I was completely engrossed in the kiss
with Emily and missed Cindy coming up behind me. She ran her
fingers through the hair at the base of my neck and pulled my head
back to expose my throat.

I whimpered, but they ignored me. Emily ran her oh so soft
lips down my throat and brushed my nipples. She sucked and laved
gently on the underside of my tits while Cindy did the same with my
neck and ear. I wanted to feel her sucking on my nipples, but she
seemed to be taking her time, as if savoring the flavor of my skin.
Her warm hands molded to my ribcage and made me throb inside.

Cindy was the next to kiss me. Her tongue darted out
immediately, more demanding than Emily had been. I sucked on her
tongue and lips, kissing her eagerly. She held my head back by my
hair while I still had my hands clasped behind my neck as best I
could. "Spread your legs wider," she whispered against my lips and
I did as I was told. The rich carpet made it difficult, but for
some odd reason, I wanted to please her as best I could.

Emily continued downward until her lips grazed my pubic
hair. I keep it trimmed short, but it's wiry, and I could feel her
little pink tongue making circles in the fur. My head was really
spinning now. I could hardly believe that I was here doing this.
The mirrors did not lie, however and I could clearly see Emily's
head between my thighs as well as Cindy's tongue roaming to my
still exposed throat. It was so electrifying to watch that I
thought I might swoon when Emily's tongue found my slit and delved
in. She zeroed in on my clit immediately, and put just the right
amount of pressure between her lips to send me skyrocketing. I
couldn't help myself, I started lunging my hips forward as far as I
could to find some contact with her darting digit.

I knew that my juices must be flowing nicely, and Cindy let
go of my hair to put her face closer to my gash. Mmmph and mmm
noises were coming from Emily's buried lips and her tongue kept
darting in between my clit and my juicy hole. She seemed to be
trying to gather the moisture there and lap as if it was nectar. My
whole body felt as if it were on fire, and I felt my knees buckle.
Luckily, the chaise lounge was right behind us, and Cindy gently
guided me while Emily, still on her knees, held my legs open.

This new position was much easier to bear, and Cindy
crossed my wrists over my head and told me to keep them there.
Emily said nothing, but resumed her frantic licking of my pussy. I
was getting close already, and told her so. She backed off some,
then and started licking me with long, slow, lazy strokes with the
broad side of her tongue. Cindy moved lower to watch her and suckle
my exposed breasts. I could still see all in the mirror, and I
looked like such a wanton slut spread out for them to play with.

A few curls of hair had escaped Emily's elegant twist, and
Cindy stroked one briefly before pushing her fingers into my wet
cunt from under my thigh. I felt first one, then two fingers
penetrate easily. Emily didn't even slow down and slurped my cunt
all over before going right back to my swollen clit. My hands
gripped the cushions over my head and it felt like little electric
charges were zinging from my pussy and spreading all throughout my
body. My tits were hard and swollen and my nipples felt as if they
would burst from pleasure and longing.

Under Emily's ministrations, I started zooming to the peak.
Cindy noticed and removed one soggy finger from my pussy and
started pushing it into my asshole. This sent me rocketing over the
edge, and I exploded into orgasm as she fucked a finger into either
hole and Emily sucked hard on my engorged clit. With her other
hand, Cindy tugged on a nipple, and I felt the sparks peak, in a
smaller way and then I floated back to the ground in an exhausted
heap.

I felt like a doll as they coddled me. Emily snuggled
beside me and brushed my hair back out of my face. Kissing, my
chest, Cindy nuzzled me on the other side and we stayed like that
as the glow settled.

I didn't end up paying for my outfit that day, but the
ladies told me that my friend Linda had an in-home demonstration
party planned and that I should put it on my calendar. I assured
them I wouldn't miss it for the world, and almost whistled on my
way out the door. I felt slightly guilty as I drove home, but I was
eager to share my afternoon with my husband and hopefully rouse him
into a fucking good mood. Somehow, I didn't think it would be a
problem.

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