Chapter 03: Unleashed
**Once again, a huge thanks to Joe Brolly and MistressLynn for helping me with the editing on this series. Read and enjoy!**
Doris and Genie were well on their way to the nearest outfitter, crossing the food court when Doris stopped dead in her tracks.
"Doris?" Genie asked, positively puzzled. She followed Doris's gaze and saw it locked on a black girl looking at merchandise in the store next to them. "Yes, Doris, what about her?"
"Oh my God. I want her waist," Doris said, the pink tip of her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. Her eyes glazed over and Doris felt her heart start to pound harder, each thundering beat shaking her new tits, making them struggle against the already strained fabric. She felt a fresh rush of heat to her groin and felt her sex juice up to the point of dripping. Doris walked into the store, almost in a daze, stopping just short of ear-shot if she and Genie were whispering. The two girls just sat back and watched the girl shop, her blouse unbuttoned, a black ribbed undershirt accentuating her already tall frame, giving ample view of her well-endowed chest and tight waist. Their eyes kept drinking in her figure, following the line of her waist as it flowed into her hips and then down her long, sexy legs, clad in khaki capri pants. They noticed another patron that came over to her, and they talked like they knew each other, the second dark-skinned girl bringing over a few bottles from the store shelves and showing them to the girl with the amazing waist.
Doris strained her ears to hear their hushed whispers, but she knew it was probably about which shampoo smelled the sweetest or would work the best. Doris didn't think she cared about any of that, but the more she watched the two of them, the more the thought crept into her mind that she really could use some shampoo, and these girls might be just the ones to recommend a product. Doris pulled at Genie's arm and led her over to a quieter corner of the store.
"Genie, I wish that she will do anything of a sexual nature that I ask her to. She won't even think twice about it, just like that Kaylee girl," Doris said very clearly. She could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps, and the sensation surprised her. It was as if she had just got done running a 5 minute mile. She forced herself to calm down, shutting her eyes and forcing her head to clear until her heart slowed down. Something in Doris's mind snapped her back to the present, some hidden need that she was unfamiliar with. "Genie, I also wish that her friend is more than willing to help with any sexual request that I give her and that the first girl is very inclined to let her."
The tingle returned and faded quickly, almost before Doris registered it had even been there.
"Done. Anything else?"
Doris scanned the store quickly. There was one girl who was watching the counter, playing with her bubble gum and staring into space. "Her as well. I wish for her to be affected by all of the wishes I just made." The tingle came and went. Genie started smiling broadly, and Doris knew why; if she scanned surface thoughts when she read Doris's mind, then Doris had just showed her some very interesting pictures. "Oh, and Genie," Doris started, pausing to wet her lips again, "I wish that anyone passing by the windows or into the store sees and recognizes exactly what is going on, but is completely and totally unable to do anything about it. I wish for them to remember the sexual events they are about to see, and I wish for them to be incredibly turned on whenever they think of it," Doris finished, feeling a surge of excitement rocking through her at the thought of all the potential voyeurs.
The tingle was longer this time, and Doris noticed that Genie's eyes started to haze over almost immediately. She recognized her flaw in the wish the second after she saw Genie's reaction, but instead of unwishing it or clarifying, she simply smiled deviously and let her green eyes burn into those of Genie.
"Excuse me, miss?" Doris said, waving down the girl behind the counter. She rolled her eyes and tucked the strand of bubble gum wrapped around her finger back into her mouth and wandered out to meet Doris and Genie. Doris had walked over to the girl with the amazing waist as the salesgirl walked out.
"Hi, I don't think we've ever met before, but I'm Doris," she said to the black shopper.
"Um....hi. I'm Jackie," the girl said apprehensively. The clerk had stopped just on the edge of Doris's vision, watching, but not approaching the small group of girls. Doris decided to ignore her for the moment and deal with Jackie and her friend.
"Hi, Jackie. This is my friend Genie. We couldn't help but over hear your conversation and I was wondering what kind of shampoo you use. You hair looks fantastic! Would you mind taking off your shirts please?" Doris said, trying to sound as natural and smooth as possible.
"Sure thing, sugar," she said happily, as if Doris had asked if she could get the time of day from Jackie. "I use the apricot shampoo here," Jackie said, pulling her blouse off and setting it gently on a display. She handed Doris the bottle of shampoo and Doris faked interest in it. Her eyes drifted to the bottle for only a moment, shooting right back to Jackie's body as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it up out of her pants and then straight up over her head, shaking out her mane of tightly braided locks after it was free. Doris and Genie both consumed her body with their eyes, looking at every inch of luscious, dark flesh before them. The waist that Doris had so desperately wanted to see was even better than she thought it was going to be. The curve of Jackie's body as it flowed from her chest to that waist and then out to her thighs screamed to be held tight and fucked.
"That's fantastic," Doris said, her voice cracking.
"Yeah, and you get some great results, here feel," Jackie said, tilting her head so Doris could run her fingers through her hair. Doris's hand went not to her hair, but to the full cup of Jackie's black Victoria's Secret bra.
"Mmmm, sure does," Doris purred while she admired the heavy tit encased in the luxurious bra. Doris noted that it was just as full as hers, though Jackie's stiffening nipples were larger.
"That's um, not my hair," Jackie sighed, offering no resistance to Doris's advances. Doris felt the pebble of her nipple grow thick and hard under the silky material of the bra. Her fingers started massaging Jackie's tit, letting her fingers caress the flesh contained within the bra, as well as the uncovered top. The eruption of goose bumps on Jackie's skin was not unnoticed by Doris, either.
"Jackie's friend..." Doris said, her gaze rolling over to the second girl expectantly, trying to draw her name out.
"Kasha," she said politely.
"Kasha, we really want to see Jackie's waist. Would you mind pulling her pants off?" Doris asked as if she was asking for the time of day. Doris flagged the clerk over and motioned for Kasha to stop. The clerk's name tag said "Valerie" and she looked as bored as she did before, but there was a definite glint of curiosity in her brown eyes.
"Valerie, this is Kasha and Jackie. Kasha here needs some help pulling her friend's pants off. Valerie, why don't you grab her panties?" Doris said, feeling her own pussy start to literally drip with the scene unfolding around them. Her gaze shifted to the plate glass store window and she noticed that there was quite a throng of onlookers.
"Jackie, looks like you have some admirers," Doris said, her eyes pulling back to the scene of the two girls undressing Jackie. Doris's eyes drank in the sight of Jackie's tight pants being pulled down her toned legs, the dark skin showing not a single trace of tan line, and the expanse of skin between the expected panties and her tight, shallow naval seemed to go on for miles.
"She's not wearing any underwear," Valerie said matter-of-factly. Doris didn't even hear the statement, her eyes were fixated on Valerie's declaration of the obvious. The only thing in Doris's eyes was Jackie's bare pussy, her lips extending from her slit just the tiniest bit.
"I never do," Jackie said. She looked at Kasha and both of them shrugged. "Neither does she," Jackie added.
"All right then, Kasha, off with yours, too, and take your time." Kasha looked like she was going to hesitate for a second, but then she smiled sensuously and her hips started to sway to unheard music as she pushed her pants down, stepping out of her shoes at the same time. She was nearly as sexy as her friend, and shaved just as smooth.
"Beautiful," Doris sighed. She stared for a second, her eyes moving from one waist to the other, one set of hips to the other, and then finally drinking in the visage of the sexes of the two black women.
"See," she said turning to Genie. Genie's eyes were transfixed as well, sliding from one body to the other as if she could feel the skin with her gaze. "That's exactly what I mean. Look at that waist, look at the flow. Jackie, honey, turn around, would you please? Slowly?"
Jackie turned slowly, Doris's sharp green eyes not missing a single detail. She was shocked out of her study for a moment at the feel of finger tips going into her waistband, sliding down across the new silken strands of her pubic hair, still lower, tickling her skin. She looked down to see that it was her own hand, and a shiver coursed through her body. Her eyes closed as she felt her fingers move through the silken crimson strands to the flawlessly smooth skin framing her lips, the heat and moisture there gathering on her finger tips. Her knuckles dragged against the course material of her sweat pants and found the heat and wetness mirrored there as well.
Doris's mouth went dry and she felt the glazed stares from the gathering crowd upon her, her own eyes still clamped shut as her fingers began to explore her sex with delicate touches.
"Oh my God....I've never...." Doris heard herself say. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw three sets of eyes watching her knuckles move against the crotch of her sweat paints, and the third, hungrily devouring the scene as if those piercing green eyes could see right through the heavy cotton. "...Never...." Doris sighed. She locked eyes with Genie as her finger casually bumped against her clit, the wracking her tormented body. Her legs were rubber, her mind buzzing a million miles an hour through an electric fog, and her fingers were not her own as they continuously rubbed through her drooling sex, gathering more and more juice. Doris felt the eyes of everyone looking through the windows, the shop keeper, the two black girls, and most of all, Genie on her.
Doris's fingers sped up of their own accord. She felt them flirt with the entrance to her core, tickling it, rimming it, but not entering, and never staying long. Two of her fingers were fighting to hold her lips open, sliding in her juice against her bare skin and the soaked inner pink of her slit. The other two fingers were making mad circuits, faster and faster, one always teasing her clit, the other tempting the contracting ring of her pussy. Her eyes were clamped shut, but she was seeing stars burst and glitter against the red-darkness of her eye lids. Doris felt herself falling, and then she felt nothing.
