"Hi! Carlene!" Brooke waved across the crowded mall at her friend. It was Saturday morning and Brooke had a lot to do in preparation for college on Monday. First she wanted a pair of sunglasses to go with the Honda she was picking up from the dealership this afternoon.
She watched her long time friend stride toward her. Except that they were both nineteen and had shared a friendship for many years they were very different. The crowd parted for her without thought, which people just didn't do for Brooke. It was Carlene's dominant attitude and Brooke's submissive nature that made the difference.
Brooke was a tall, beautiful large busted black girl with a gentle smile and irresistible lips. Carlene was petite, white and lesbian. They had both played together with toys that almost broke each other's virginity, taking it in turns at pretending to be the boyfriend.
Eventually Carlene decided she preferred girls but the only thing that changed was that she always got to be the boyfriend instead of taking turns. From then on Brooke learnt to submit to her friend when they played their private sex games. It was a joke between them that Brooke had turned her high school friend into a total lesbian.
"Hi! I thought you would be picking up your car. What are you up to?" Carlene asked. She eyed Brooke's light summer dress and noted she wasn't wearing underwear and knew she was out to play rather than shop.
Brooke caught her staring and giggled. "I'm picking it up this afternoon but I'm so excited I just couldn't sit at home waiting. I saw some sunglasses in there I just need to buy. They will look so cool in the car, what do you think?" she said, twirling her long curly hair at the window display.
They sauntered in to the store finding a lone white salesman. He was about thirty and looked married and unhappy. Just the way they liked them. The game was on, flirting to get an impressive discount; the poor guy didn't stand a chance.
The guy couldn't take his eyes off Brooke, trying hard not to be noticed, as he manoeuvred to get a good look through the thin dress.
"I'll leave this one to you, it shouldn't take you long. I'll see you in the coffee shop." Carlene told her. With a wink she turned and strode out.
"Hello there. Can I help you?" He asked with a smile. He looked more relaxed now Carlene had disappeared.
"Sure. I want to see those glasses from the window display. Yea, that's the ones."
He slipped them on balancing them on the end of her cute nose. She pushed them into place with a long pained fingernail and looked from side to side in a mirror studying each angle.
"Are you sure you don't want to see some others?" He asked.
"I always know what I want." She told him with a shy smile. "What kind of discount would you give me on these, for cash?" She asked.
"They're top of the range. I could manage ten percent. Just for you." He said giving her a meaningful look.
"I need more than that. I need all the money I've got to start college on Monday." She said.
"We could make a deal I guess. Here, let's look at what stock there is in back. I have just the thing you're looking for."
Brooke thought about what he might be up to while following him into the storeroom. She wasn't stupid but after a little grappling she would have something over him and maybe the discount would bring them down to her price range.
"What about a hundred percent discount? You do me a favour and I do you one. OK?" He told her.
She stood there unsure of herself. Where did this machismo suddenly come from? He looked a push over out there and now he had an arm round her holding on tight. She tried to pull away but he was too strong.
"Hey, let go. I only wanted a discount nothing more from you." She complained.
"Wearing a dress like that, what do you expect?" He said.
"My washing machine broke down. Can you see through this? I didn't think anyone could!" She tried telling him but he wasn't buying it.
His hand slipped around and pulled up the back of the dress. She felt his hand slide between her butt cheeks and she opened her mouth to yell. Before a sound emerged his mouth clamped on hers and a tongue began to explore her mouth. His technique was good, especially what he was doing to her arse, but she didn't want him, just the discount.
She felt this finger press against her arse hole then circle it, just teasing away at her. He had her pressed hard against his pants where she could feel the bulge of his cock. He was ready but she wasn't, not here, not now.
He lifted her off her feet then lowered her quickly to the floor where she fell on her knees. He had squeezed the breath out of her and she kneeled at his feet gasping for air. With her mouth open he thrust his cock in without thought to whether she wanted him or not.
The sounds of protest escaped around his cock as nothing more than muffled yelps.
"That's it you tease, swallow it all." He told her.
He held her head still with a firm grip in her long hair while his hips thrust back and forth in a long slow rhythm. He jerked to a halt with a small backward movement and his legs quivered. He almost collapsed as he came, spurting his cum into her mouth.
Disgusted at the thought of swallowing this stranger's cum she looked around for somewhere to spit but just as she made up her mind to spit it down his trousers he grabbed her chin.
"Let's see it." He said, squeezing her cheeks in his small smooth hands.
The touch of his hand alone was enough to make her skin creep. Opening her mouth wide he could see pearls of cum on her tongue where it was starting to dribble down her throat. She couldn't spit with is hand squeezing her jaw and was sickened to feel it sliding down her throat. 'Damn him.' She thought.
"Well that's worth a discount alright." He leered.
Was it worse that she had submitted to him so easily or that he was paying her for it; she couldn't work it out but either way she felt used and ashamed. To add to the humiliation she was wet between the legs. His use of her body, like some whore, had made her hot and there was little chance of him satisfying that feeling now.
Not that she wanted it to be him in any case. What was so annoying was that she knew from experience the feeling was going to grow all day. It would nag at her not letting her forget what he had done to her until she too received satisfaction.
He was making meaningless conversation as though nothing had happened and all she could do was glower at him. What could she say? Grabbing the sunglasses she huffed at him when he offered to wrap them and stormed out of the store.