Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Constructive comments welcomed.
Lori stepped out of the change room with the sexiest outfit yet.
She had been trying on various outfits all afternoon, each one more revealing than the last. It began with low cut necklines that exposed generous amounts of cleavage and short hemlines to expose long lines of leg. All of them looked sexy, and they looked especially sexy in my heightened state of arousal. My balls felt like they were ready to burst from all the goat's milk she made me drink in the last 24 hours since my last release in the museum: three glasses the night before, three more for breakfast, and four whole glasses for lunch. I could clearly feel the increase in sperm production in my balls.
Lori's outfits make it even worse. She started sexy and then switched to skimpy. Her tastes switched to summer dresses that dropped so low they began to uncover her bra. Only the help of our young salesgirl saved her.
"I think you need to switch to one of these," Yuka the salesgirl held up a small black bra (a demi-bra, I think you call it). It looked like it was designed to provide support with the bare minimum of coverage.
Lori took it and quickly disappeared back into the changing room to try it on. Two minutes later she walked out again with the summer dress, except this time it exposed nothing but tit. It looked incredible! I especially liked the long length of cleavage. I really liked the way her big tits gently kissed up against each other.
The next time she walked out with an even lower-cut summer dress and even more exposed cleavage. I couldn't believe she would ever consider buying such an outfit. It was so small that a hint of the tiny demi-bra peaked through the side of the wide, V- cut neckline. I knew better than to look too much. I had to turn away; worried it might get me aroused.
I had good reason to be worried. As usual, I stood naked. I stood in a woman's clothing store, in the middle of two rows of clothing. And I stood bare assed and naked. Not a single stitch of clothing provided me any cover. I stood unprotected and raw.
The girls mostly ignored me. They did a good job at treating me like an object; like a thing to be used and admired. I spent most of my time standing around and waiting. Lori only occasionally asked me to hold on to one of the hangers while she looked through the selection.
Yuka the salesgirl did a good job at ignoring me too, but only when Lori was around. As soon as Lori stepped back into the dressing room, the young lady looked at me. She couldn't have been more than 18 years old, probably some high school kid working part time in the department store after class. It felt humiliating to be exposed to such a young girl, but only a little. I have to admit that I was starting to get used to my subservient position. It no longer bothered me so much.
I just wished Lori hadn't selected this particular salesgirl. I think she picked her out on purpose, for she had to be the youngest, best looking salesgirl in the store. She was cute, with an Asian complexion and jet-black long hair. She was also dressed to die for, wearing a low cut purple blouse and shorts. I especially liked the blouse because it came down low enough to show cleavage. It was not nearly as much cleavage as Lori, but it was enough to catch my interest.
I just wished Lori hadn't fed me so damn much goat's milk! She did not allow me to eat anything for breakfast and only a little for lunch. Most of my nourishment came from the goat's milk, and I could clearly feel it in my balls. I could tell they were starting to swell. I could feel my nuts were full and would soon need to be milked.
I watched one more time as Lori walked out of the changing room with the sexiest outfit yet. This time she wore a formal dress, the kind of dress she might wear to a fancy cocktail party, but not to any kind of cocktail party that I might be invited to. Only rich, spoiled celebrities eager for attention would wear a dress like Lori's. It looked so damned sexy!
What made the dress so sexy was its wide and very low cut neckline. It came down obscenely low, like nearly all the way down to her stomach! I clearly saw she wore no bra underneath. Her big tits no longer kissed one another. They instead plunged low and free. The dress left her boobs in their natural, unsupported position; and the front opening was wide enough to show them in all their glory. I couldn't help but stare, as I was able to look all the way down the center of her chest with nothing to block my view. It was almost like seeing her topless.
"Very nice!" Yuka offered her opinion. "It does a marvelous job at showing off your figure. You will be the star of any party."
I couldn't help but agree. Men were going to look at her wide eyed and stare, just like I was already doing. The best part about the dress was the way it showed off the firmness of her tits. Despite the lack of a bra and therefore the lack of any artificial support, her big tits continued to swell out quite nicely. Their shear size and weight made them eventually plunge, but Lori was still young enough to have a set of firm tits. I couldn't help but imagine myself feeling them, teasing them, holding them in my hands and lifting their weight!
The dress made her look incredibly sexy, and then it got even sexier. Lori turned to give me a side profile. Suddenly, I found myself looking into her dress. It left little need for imagination. I found myself looking at Lori's undercleavage.
"I think I like it too!" Lori agreed. "I could use something like this to wear out when I really need it."
"Oh yes!" Yuka the salesgirl agreed like a good salesgirl should. "It speaks volumes. Every man in the place will know what you are after."
I had to agree, but it spoke only two words to me: "fuck me." A woman wearing such an outfit only wanted one thing.
Lori turned to show the undercleavage of her opposite tit. I tried to look away, knowing what she would soon do to me if I kept looking, but I couldn't help it. Lori was just too damn sexy to look away. A human male can only take so much.
"And it's such a perfect fit," The young salesgirl continued to compliment. "I like it! And I notice your servant likes it too!"
I saw her look at me. Yuka looked down at me, and she looked down mostly at my waist.
"Yes, he certainly does!" Lori agreed, now turning her eyes down to my waist as well.
I immediately realized my predicament. It was already too late. I wanted to run away or at least hide myself down an adjacent rack of clothing, but there was nothing I could do.
"Oh no John!" Lori only made it worse. "You are such a horn dog! Come closer and let us take a look at the effect this dress has on you."
I had no choice but to step towards the two women. They looked, and they looked with obvious interest.
"The dress most definitely has an effect on him," Yuka smiled.
"Oh yes!" Lori agreed. "I would say it has a very hard effect on him."
They giggled, and then they looked some more. Yuka especially looked; or rather, she gawked. She stared down at my waist with no apparent hint of embarrassment about watching a naked man rise to attention before her.
I tried to will myself to go limp. I looked out into space and away from Lori. I dug my fingers into my palm to create pain. I tried everything, but everything I did proved useless. The image of Lori's undercleavage continued to play upon my mind. The knowledge that a young stranger was looking down on my hardening erection made it even worse. I didn't look, but I clearly felt her eyes upon me. And I'm sure the extra helpings of goat's milk only worsened my predicament.
"Yes," Lori agreed. "I would say that John likes it, wouldn't you say?"
The salesgirl nodded. "Oh yes! I would say he likes it very much, and I would also say he looks to have quite a lot available to express his opinion."
