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By Phil Phantom
Bill and Linda entered what they thought was a swank
honeymooner's boutique looking for something to make
their first time very special. Being from a small town
in the Midwest, they had entered a world unlike they
ever imagined, more a porn shop than a sexy lingerie
store. The only thing missing were books and magazines,
although they did have a large selection of videos in
obscene packaging, which lined most walls and filled
several floor racks. The rest was all sex toys and super
slutty attire, nothing Linda would wear on a dare or use
in a pinch.
The Adam and Eve Boutique was clearly a dirty-old-Adam's
domain, so she started to turn and head right back out.
Bill stopped her. She didn't think he'd be into this
sort of thing, but he obviously was, so, wanting to make
this day special for him, the entire day, their first
day as husband and wife, she became a smut shopper and
feigned interest in smut, keying on that smut which
interested Bill. Until she could get him out of there,
they would be Mr. and Mrs. Smutshopper.
They perused all the video displays just so Bill could
ogle the vulgar sex acts depicted on the covers. Linda
never saw such filth with nothing left to the
imagination. Raw, copious discharges of semen seemed to
be the major lure to induce a customer to buy - in some
cases, rent. That made no sense to Linda unless the
customers were all homosexuals, but then why all the
attractive female models. The gay selections were in the
gay area, a small area. Thank god, Bill wasn't
interested in that area.
Linda had to feign interest in the extra large organs
that discharged extra large amounts of mess in, on, and
over wide open vaginas that had been shaved of all hair.
How any young woman could assume such a pose with her
parents still living was a mystery. He also loved the
models who were drenched in cum, the object of what he
called a circle jerk. The cumee being the centerpiece of
the circle jerk. Gross. Disgusting, but she often said,
"Yes, that's really something."
At least now she knew why he asked her to shave. She
thought he meant lips, not the whole thing. She'd need
time in the bathroom to make the correction, but she
didn't like the idea of denuding herself of all pubic
hair. Lips were fine, that was neat and tidy,
understandable for men into oral sex, which she knew he
was, but bald was vulgar. Only a whore would do such a
thing, and what sort of man would want a wife looking
like that. Obviously Bill.
To her amazement and chagrin, Bill showed greatest
interest in the filthiest of slut wear: crotchless
panties, cut-out bras, assless leather shorts, any item
of apparel designed to highlight what cloting is
supposed to hide. Most shocking was his interest in
getting her a dildo, a selection of dildos, a variety of
dildos. She found herself shopping for them when she had
no idea why she'd need them, or why any married woman
would need one much less a variety, and they were so
vulgar, so real, so varied, so many to choose from.
Linda looked over a spinster's smorgasbord of smut toys
that littered one entire wall of Smutland.
She just wanted to grab one and go, but Bill wanted to
shop, peruse them all, discuss their features with a
sales assistant (the last thing Linda wanted, especially
an older male) and in a store filled with men who seemed
very amused by a young woman out dildo shopping in a
short dress she couldn't bend over in without showing
her ass.
The absurd dress was Bill's honeymoon gift, so she had
to wear it, though New Orleans would be the only place
she would ever wear a dress like that. Bill insisted,
and insisted they shop and take their time as Hanover
had nothing like this to offer. Linda thought, "No
screaming shit. Hanover is not a suburb of Hell; The
French Quarter most certainly is."
To make matters worse, the man helping them was very
lewd, crude, spoke to be overheard, and kept touching
her in a familiar way while discussing her vagina and
masturbation habits, only he never called that sex organ
between her legs a vagina - sometimes pussy, but more
often, cunt, a term you just don't hear in Hanover, even
from the lewd, crude, and socially unaceptable riff
raff. They might call it a twat, snatch, or beaver, but
not cunt...although she did break up with a guy who
called her a cunt, but she called him a prick, and he
wasn't from Hanover.
No man ever asked her if she shaved her cunt or what she
liked to fuck herself with. Then again, she never went
fuck toy shopping with expert help to wait on her. While
he conducted that obscene interrogation, she had Bill
constantly urging her to relax and not be a prude, to
answer and be honest...oh, and to speak up. She had to
answer several times until everyone heard the question
and her honest answer.
Linda finally had to decide between storming out or
going along. Seeing how much this vulgar experience
meant to Bill, she couldn't bring herself to let him
down, not on this day, not after waiting so long. They
had been quite sexual for quite some time but had never
gone "all the way." They were saving that.
If he wanted to kick their sex life off with a vulgar
adventure, well, maybe that wasn't a bad idea. Sexual
adventures were what honeymoons were all about, that and
love making. She figured they'd do the love making to
the point of boredom before getting involved in anything
adventuresome. Then again, they did come to New Orleans
for the adventure potential. Both were on the honeymoon
agenda.
Still, it seemed they were going about this backward,
but he obviously wanted the adventure first. When that
got boring, maybe he'd lay her down and make mad
passionate love to her. Linda was discovering that a
great deal about Bill was bass ackwards.
In the end, she opted to ride it out, play along, and
kept telling herself that these men don't matter. They
would never see those men again and they were a thousand
miles from Hanover. The creepy guys were relatively easy
to ignore.
They were nothings, nobodies - faceless strangers in a
strange place. The salesman wasn't, and he kept getting
bolder all the time. Of course, he knew Bill was trying
to help, trying to get her to open up and relax. Linda
had to wonder what if anything Bill would object to
since he said nothing when Max (the salesman, actually
the owner) tried to slip her panties down so she could
try a few.
Try a few! Dildos! In the store! Out in the open! Was he
insane?
Was Bill? Did New Orleans have no obscenity laws at all?
Linda had to resist that insanity. No way were they
pulling her panties down, and if those fools thought
they could stuff one of those...those things up her...
up her cunt, they had another thing coming, not with all
those sleazy men gathering close to see how this
exciting drama played out. No way, ... although Linda
had to admit that if the Adam and Eve Boutique had a
dildo try-out room, she was sorely tempted to go there
with that big, black, motorized thing with ribbed
ticklers and give that pussy pleasing puppy a test
drive. She'd had her cunt touched one too many times by
a perfect stranger perfectly to completely rule out that
possibility.
They had reached a dildo shopping impasse when she
refused to drop her panties. Unless she could try the
items, there was no point in going on. This was absurd
but clearly fell into the sexual adventure category, not
one she'd pick, but one Bill was very into. With that in
mind, Linda played along - at least with the attempt.
Two men doing their best to get her out of her panties
did appeal to a certain part of her - the part in the
panties and the part of her brain that controlled that
part. She kept telling herself to forget about the
customers, but that was so hard for her to do. They kept
taking greater interest in her, with more entering and
none leaving, now nine or ten. She ignored them too well
for a precise head count.
Hell, the eaves-dropping customers knew her pussy type
and twat barbering preference (shaved lips), her
masturbation habits (duration and frequency), along with
everything she had ever used to fuck herself with (which
was a lot once she listed them). They were practically
on a first name basis and had to be thinking she was way
too obsessed with her own cunt, a compulsive
masturbator, horny, hard-up, easy, a midwest slut.
After answering all questions truthfully, Linda had to
wonder. Bill said be honest; she was honest. She was
normal and typical of any drop-dead-gorgeous Hanover
nineteen-year-old, but she no longer felt normal or
typical. She felt like a seasoned New Orleans hooker on
a shopping spree. She even looked the part in that
stupid dress that Bill must have purchased at Sluts R
Us.
Max was good at copping a feel of pussy while trying to
get a customer out of her panties. He obviously did this
sort of thing quite a bit and must have had a measure of
success. She could not fault the technique because sly
light touches between the legs did seem to put a shy
lady in a more cooperative frame of mind - less jumpy,
less tense, less likely to take offense at being fondled
between the legs.
After a few minutes of being subtle, he could pet her
pussy. Although she held onto his wrist, she no longer
pushed. With a man's hand between her legs, it just
seemed right that she look like she were trying to eject
him. She didn't know why she even bothered with the
pretense since Bill was still urging her to relax and
not be a prude. He could plainly see what Max was doing.
Everyone could.
Max was good at petting pussy, very good, most
excellent. He used a light stroking touch and stayed
outside the panties. In time, this lovely, stroking of
her sex felt very relaxing. In more time, she felt like
anything but a prude as she didn't mind that others were
staring at the finger stroking through the lips of her
panty-covered sex, firmly stroking panty fabric into the
groove and exposing portions of pulpy bare cunt lip on
both sides.
They could see this obscene stroking plainly as Max had
moved her dress material up so that they could see. In
fact, he had the material bunched up at the waist band.
Bill had the material pulled up in back to the small of
her back, so in essence, they were seeing her in panties
being pussy petted.
If this was the sexual adventure Bill wanted, that was
fine with her. If he wanted Max to handle his foreplay,
Linda was all for that. In fact, she had to commend
Bill's wise choice. As soon as she could get Bill alone,
she'd fuck his brains out and he wouldn't have to lift a
finger or get his lips wet. If they made it to the room,
they'd be lucky. The elevator sounded close enough.
Maybe the back seat of a taxi would do. If they didn't
leave soon, the floor of the store would suffice and
anyone would do.
The lookie loos had gathered close and brave souls were
copping feels. Bill didn't mind, so that was fine with
her. They were copping feels of everything except pussy,
as pussy was occupied. Hands reached in from every
quarter to slip inside her bra or down the back of her
panties. Other hands stroked her legs, belly, and back.
Hands were all inside her dress.
Any bare skin was a prize on this fair-skinned midwest
beauty. Bill had no objection but Max did. This was his
show and he was trying to get the bitch to relax and get
the panties off the slut. "Be patient," he said, "She's
coming around."
Linda couldn't agree more and had passed the point when
she wanted the panties off, but she wasn't quite ready
to take a dildo - almost, but not quite. She wanted to
tell him to keep that firm slit stroke up a bit longer
and she'd be willing to try a few. In fact, if he was
game, with nothing on at all.
By this time, she knew Bill would like that very much,
and the others were hoping to see her naked. Bill
described her naked body to them, but there is nothing
like seeing a well-built, naked, young woman in the
flesh. The fact that she was a brand new bride made her
somewhat of a collector's item, and she felt like a rare
item on the auction block being examined prior to taking
any bids.
Bill acted like the owner who was very eager to auction
her off. Linda loved hearing Bill's description, but
loved even more when he pulled the back of her panties
down to show them her luscious ass. Linda was thankful
that Max didn't object to him doing that.
By this time, she had completely turned herself over to
Max, her pussy especially. He knew how to relax a bitch
and work a slut without her taking offense to those
terms. She even stepped out a bit to give him easier
access to her crotch. Her hand didn't hold his wrist,
her fingers trailed over his forearm. He stroked her;
she stroked him.
While silently encouraging Max, she listened to the men
rave about her sexy ass. Bill pulled her cheeks apart to
show them a virgin asshole. They all got a good look at
a virgin asshole, and Linda had never been proud of her
asshole before, or shown it to anyone, or allowed anyone
else to show it. This was now a true sexual adventure
for her. The bidding was sure to go sky high. She had
that virgin asshole thing going for her, and from what
she could gather, her virgin asshole was an exceptional
model of virgin asshole in highly prized pink.
Bill kept working the dress material up her torso, and
shitheads were fingering her ass, so Max went ahead and
drew the panties down. Linda stepped free of the panties
with her dress rucked up in her pits, with fingers up
her ass. Max told Bill to get rid of the dress and the
bra, which he did, leaving Linda naked in sandals with
two long black fingers up her ass.
Linda wasn't quite ready to be naked in sandals, but Max
went to work on her naked pussy and soon got her ready.
He got her more than ready, but he had help. Linda
didn't feel like she had a virgin asshole any longer,
but no one seemed to mind. The guy in the rear raved
about her fucking ass.
Max ordered a couple of men to fetch a camera from
behind the counter and bring a short, padded stool with
a reclining back support, perfect for beavers Linda
discovered after she sat on the stool. Two men helped
her make a good beaver better and one was Bill, which
came as no surprise.
Max kept one hand busy in her beaver which kept Linda
from getting upset by this gross exposure even as a man
readied a camera to take pictures with her legs held in
the sitting splits. Of course, Max still had help from
the black man who was very into anal sex with midwest
white chicks. Max knew to leave the black man alone to
do his thing. Max knew a weakness when he saw one. Max
was good.
Max was so good that when the time came to take the
shots, he took his hand away and she followed his
instructions to open her pussy lips, still with the
black man finger fucking her ass. He wasn't in the way.
She lined the fingertips along both lips and opened
herself wide, revealing a large oval of intimate pink
pussy flesh no man other than a husband or doctor has
any business seeing. Linda didn't see any doctors and
had to wonder about the husband. She held herself open
for a series of beaver shots taken from several angles.
After that, the dildos came into play. Max selected the
dildo, picked the hole, and inserted, but she fucked
herself all the while pictures were being taken. She
fucked herself for half an hour with at least three
dozen as customers came but never went.
What started with seven grew to seventeen and had gotten
completely out of hand with all those men taking
liberties. Several jacked off on her which was a bit
much. The first two smothered her tits. That was pretty
neat, but the next four jacked off in her face. That was
totally uncalled for, got sticky crap all in her hair,
and some got in her eyes. Sperm in the eyes is no
laughing matter, but they were all laughing.
The black man she grew quite fond of, letting him put
his long black cock in her mouth and jack off. No guy
had ever ejaculated in her mouth before, and he didn't
even warn her. He did it on purpose. Linda thought that
was very rude. What's more, he expected her to swallow
his copious load and twisted her nipple real hard until
she did.
No one took pity, and most laughed when she gagged and
had to nurse on that vulgar man with tears streaming
down her cheeks while he milked his spent organ and
called her filthy names, not the least of which was
white trash whore and cock-sucking slut.
The novelty of this sexual adventure was quickly wearing
thin. The prude stood no chance of resurfacing. They
effectively buried her, but the new bride was becoming a
bit miffed by the outrageous conduct of her new groom.
When he invited everyone to stop by the honeymoon suite
for a piece of ass, that did it, and he made that offer
while she still had that nigger's dick in her mouth,
nursing nicely on the asshole nigger so that he wouldn't
hurt her nipples again. They were all assholes and they
were all niggers. She, in fact, married a nigger asshole
- a generous one, too.
For a young lady who aspired to be a pre-school teacher
and church choir director to suddenly find herself
married to a white nigger while nursing on a black one,
the reality of life and what men really think of women
sank in. She had some asshole jerking off with his cock
wrapped in her long brown hair that she painstakingly
brushed for one-hundred strokes each night. She didn't
know if semen was good for hair or bad for hair but she
already had enough in her hair to constitue for a cream
rinse. More was sure to be added, and one entire load
seemed destined there. After the tits got drenched, face
and hair seemed the most popular targets.
Linda had a face dripping with another jerk's wad and
was about to struggle up when Max decided he couldn't
wait. What she took to be another large dildo going up
her ass was actually Max. That took all the fight out of
her and made her settle back even as another jerk
readied to anoint her lovely face with a fresh wad of
dick snot. Her mind wasn't on semen; her mind was
between her legs. No dildo felt that good.
She watched Max fuck her along with everyone else, and
was just as excited by the sight of a woman getting butt
fucked in a sex shop. When the creamy load hit her, she
tried to catch some in her mouth and ended up sucking on
the dick, nursing on the last of his discharge. She
swallowed without gagging, then nursed nicely without
being threatened.
Bill was beside himself, had his dick out, and was
jacking off with several others. If he was happy, she
was happy. If he wanted to share his bride, she was all
for that. She looked around for another cock to suck,
one that looked ready. She selected one, took him into
her mouth, and pumped his cock until he discharged. She
sucked and swallowed, then wanted another, then another.
Guys who had been reluctant to jack off weren't
reluctant to get a good blow job. There was no shame in
that, not from a looker like her.
Max was in no hurry and fucked a woman's ass the way he
petted pussy, very pleasant, most soothing. Linda liked
Max a lot. She never met a man like Max before. He
seemed to know women so well, at least how to control
them through their vaginas. Just as some cowboys have a
way with horses, and the horse is nothing more than a
means to an end to them, that was how Max was with a
woman. The horse doesn't resent being used properly, and
Linda suspected, neither do Max's women. Linda felt more
like Max's woman than Bill's wife.
Ten minutes into the fuck, Max looked to Bill and said,
"I'd like to borrow your bride, put her to work for me,
have her turn a few tricks, do a few chicks, make a few
fuck videos, do some skin magazine posing, say a week of
steady work. Can you do without her for a week?"
Linda looked to Bill with a cock in her mouth. He looked
to Linda, then at the cock still sawing lazily in her
rectum. Linda thought for sure he would decline that
deal, but when he kept staring at the cock fucking her
stretched-thin anal rose bud, she realized he had a
serious problem that wasn't likely to go away after the
honeymoon. Passing her around to other men like a
carnival pony ride would be her lot in life. Maybe that
wasn't a bad way to live. It was worth trying, and no
better place than a thousand miles from nowhere.
With that in mind, she brought a hand to her clit and
began rubbing. The other hand did its best to bring up a
load of cum. Bill took that as a positive sign,
surprised to see a positive sign when he thought she
might be pissed that he didn't immediately decline the
absurd offer, especially when the offer didn't offer any
needed money. He watched her closely, especially the
sucking of the climax she induced. When the rubbing
became more intense and involved the other hand, he
said, "Honey, would you mind serving as Max's whore for
a week?"
Linda took her mouth off the dick she was nursing on to
say, "No, I wouldn't mind being his whore." She then
went right back to nursing like a cock-sucking whore.
"Are you willing to do anything he wants you to do?"
Now licking the spent appendage, she paused to say,
"Yes. I'll do anything. I'll consider myself his
property for as long as you stipulate. Whatever he
requires of me, I'll apply myself to and try to be the
best whore I can possibly be and make as much money for
him as I can."
"What about the pictures and videos? Do you care what he
does with those?"
"No, if he owns me, he owns any pictures or videos he
takes of me. They'll be his property. Whatever he does
with them is fine with me. I hope he makes a lot of
money."
"We could make this for the full two weeks of our
honeymoon if you want. Can I give you to him for two
weeks?"
"Sure, whatever you want if that's what he wants.
Whatever term you two agree on, I'll serve, just so long
as it doesn't go beyond the term of our scheduled
honeymoon. I must return to work on the eighteenth."
Max said, "Let's make it two weeks, then."
Bill said, "All right, but I'd like to watch."
"Fine, just remember who she belongs to. If you want to
fuck her, it'll cost you."
"How much?"
"Fifty short time; two-fifty all night. I don't give
hubby discounts. Take it or leave it."
"I'll take it. She's all yours until the morning of the
seventeenth. We have a plane to catch at noon."
"You'll get her back at the boarding gate, but you might
want to have something decent for her to put on. I'm
taking delivery of a whore, and I'll return a whore."
"All right. Do we shake on it?"
"No, I'm fucking on it, now shut up while I fuck this
bitch."
Bill shut up. Linda climaxed.
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