Vanessa and I were wandering around the mall, arms linked. The mall was relatively busy, the food courts already full of people trying to buy lunch. We giggled at random things, sympathised with a teen whose mother was dragging him around an expensive dress shop, a look of utter boredom on his face. Kids had gathered to watch a small magic show, mystified with the tricks.
After about an hour of walking and buying a few things here and there, we found a little lingerie shop, and couldn't resist going inside. Vanessa wanted something sexy to wear for Hunter, little did she know that I did as well. Hunter wasn't wrong; Vanessa knew what she wanted and had made her purchase within minutes. She'd chosen a lacy black thong with a matching bralette that left nothing to the imagination. I, on the other hand, had no idea what to get. Nothing was really jumping out at me.
"Why don't you go and order lunch?" I said to Vanessa as she held up a deep red lingerie set. I shook my head and she put it back.
"I don't mind helping, Bree."
"Go order our food and get a table before the lunch rush."
"Are you sure you just don't want your big sister to see what cheeky outfit you buy?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"I just don't feel like starving to death," I laughed. "Go, I'll only be ten minutes." I promised.
She sighed and I gave her my order, before she walked out of the shop, giggling.
I rolled my eyes and resumed my browsing. The store attendant came over to offer help, but I politely refused and told her that I was quite happy just to look.
After a few minutes, I found a really pretty black panty and bra combination, and headed for the change rooms to try it on. Once I was in there, I closed the door and dropped my bag on the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistbands of my pants and panties, pulling them down and off. I knew you were supposed to leave your underwear on while testing others, but I wanted to get a proper fit; I'd probably buy them, anyway. My top and bra were next to come off, and my nipples peaked at the cold air.
I looked at myself naked in the mirror for a few moments. I had a good body, although I wasn't without my insecurities. My breasts were large and full, and stood proudly from my chest. My ass was toned and firm from hours spent running and doing toning exercises. My stomach was flat and my hips were wide, my waist small. Perhaps I'd like to be a little taller.
I slipped the lingerie on, and was delighted at what I saw. Most of the material was black mesh, my skin clearly visible underneath. It was adorned with spirals that swirled around my breasts, as well as around my hips and the top of my mound. They were elegant, and yet still sexy.
I decided that I was going to purchase them. Just as I went to take them off, I registered the change room door opening and closing too late, the lock clicking, and suddenly felt two hands on my hips. I looked up and almost screamed-
"Hunter," I breathed, my heartbeat spiking.
He smirked. "Surprise."
"You- you can't be in here, get out!" I tried to shrug away but his grip tightened.
"Relax," he dragged a finger up my spine and I shuddered, "the attendant is occupied with another customer." He licked my neck and I moaned, leaning into his touch. "Besides, I think you like it."
He pulled the panties down before I could ruin them with my wetness, and I stepped out of them. The bra soon followed.
"You're absolutely beautiful," he moaned, hands snaking up to grasp my breasts, pulling me against him.
I blushed and said, "thank you."
"I'll make this quick, we don't want anyone thinking you've been kidnapped," he chuckled.
He released my tits and forced me forward, my hands braced against the mirror, my ass being forced out. He nudged my legs wider, the cool air pressing against my dripping folds. He kissed down my spine, taking his time despite his words. He placed two soft kisses on my ass and buried his nose between my cheeks. His hands reached up and pulled my ass apart, giving him better access. I bit back a groan at his first lick. His tongue dragged from my clit right up to my asshole, causing my rosebud to contract.
He flattened his tongue against my slit, the tip of his tongue pushing against my clit. He flicked it with his tongue and my legs went weak. Once he was satisfied with my near-silent whimpering, he wormed his tongue inside of me.
"Oh, fuck," I huffed, keeping my voice down.
He grumbled against my pussy. A warning to keep quiet or he'd stop.
I closed my eyes as he plunged his tongue in deep, rubbing against my inner walls, sucking up my juices. His chin grazed my clit and I almost came right then and there.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he pulled away, leaving me feeling bare and unfulfilled. That is, until, he plunged his tongue into my tightest hole.
I gasped as his tongue intruded into my ass, my sphincter tightening but unable to prevent his tongue fucking. I swore softly, which got me another warning growl, but I didn't care as the vibrations pushed me into a climax.
I dropped to my knees as my pussy flooded, my ass contracting as Hunter's tongue was ripped out by my drop. My legs were shaking as I braced myself on all fours, bucking my hips and arching my back as my orgasm shattered through me. I bit my cheeks to keep from crying out, and silently convulsed on the ground.
Once I got my bearings back, I looked up to see Hunter smiling down at me, arrogance shining on his face.
"Don't get the black ones," he said, "black is boring. The ones I want you to wear are in your bag; don't worry about paying for them, it's already taken care of."
Then he was gone without so much as a goodbye.
I hastily dressed myself, checked my bag to see that the lingerie he'd selected was indeed in there, returned the black lingerie and hastily exited the store. I caught the look on the shop attendant's face, which all that told me that she knew exactly what had just taken place.
I blushed and walked faster, heading to find Vanessa.
Bree
Vanessa was upstairs showering, getting ready to go out with Hunter. I sat in the kitchen, chewing absentmindedly on a celery stick as the lasagne cooked in the oven. My pussy was still wet from Hunter's torment from earlier today, my clit rubbing against my thighs. I'd put on sweatpants knowing that they were thicker than leggings, and would better hide my slickness.
The feel of Hunter's tongue in my ass was like a phantom caress, and my virgin hole clenched at the memory. I'd never even touched myself there before, always too afraid to do so. Maybe Hunter
was
right; maybe I did need someone to push my boundaries. Anal was definitely a boundary.
I moaned as I lowered my hand under my sweatpants, slipping under my panties. I cupped my mound, my palm pushing against my clit. I moved my crotch against my fingers, my puffy pussy lips opening up. I dipped a finger inside of my pussy, my juices dripping, and clenched around myself. I thrusted hard as I added another finger, desperate for release. My other hand gripped the counter, celery stick forgotten, as the stool rocked from my movements.
I curled my fingers, searching for that particular magical spot. "Fuck," I whimpered as the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm built inside of me. My thumb worked my clit, making fast and deliberate circles, and I started to shudder.
My fingers pressed against my g-spot, and I cried out as-
"Don't you dare fucking come."
My fingers stilled, legs still shaking as the potential orgasm halted, as Hunter's voice sounded like a whip from behind me, low and husky.
I was panting as he walked over, gripped my chin and pulled it up to meet his eyes. He was fully dressed for his date with my sister.
"Look at you," he said, dragging a finger over my lips. "So desperate to come. Tell me, Bree, what were you thinking about?"
I whimpered as my lips trembled, his blue eyes were hard as he tightened his grip on my chin. A warning to obey.
"Your t-tongue in my ass," I whispered.
"Is that all you want in your ass?" He raised his brows.
"I- I don't-"
"Don't fucking lie to me," he grip on my chin became painful.
"Your fingers!" I gasped, "I want your fingers in my ass." My pussy clenched around my own at the thought.
"And?
"And- and your cock," I whimpered again. My ass instinctively tightened.
"Kneel." He instructed.
I dropped to the floor in front of him, my hands reaching for his zipper. He swatted them away before unzipping himself and pulling down his briefs in one smooth motion.
His hardened length stood proudly in front of my face, and, without needing to be told how to proceed, I trailed my tongue along the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. I repeated the action a few times, before his hands gripped the back of my head.
"I'm in control," he said. I looked up at him, his cock resting on my bottom lip. "You will look at me as I fuck your mouth, you are not to look away." Before I could gesture my compliance, he pushed my head forward, and his cock entered my mouth.
He let out a groan as my tongue flicked over him, tasting him. I loved his taste; a sweet, manly husk. He didn't waste time, soon he pushed my head again, more of his cock stretching my mouth. I moaned and the vibrations had his hands fisting my hair from the pleasure.
His tip nudged into my throat, and slight panic arose at the back of my mind. But I could do this. I'd taken his cock in my throat before, and wanted to do it many times more.
However, I couldn't stop myself from gagging as more of his girth entered. "We'll have to work on that," he said.
I held his gaze as my chin pressed against his balls, my nose buried in his crotch. I gagged and struggled for breath, but he held my head tight.
"That's it, Bree," he grunted, "choke on my cock. Feel me stretch your mouth, stretch your throat. Just like last time, baby."
