It's been a while since I've actually submitted anything on here. Hopefully you'll enjoy the story. Remember though, there is a difference between fantasy and reality.
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Sarah sat on her friend's couch and thought about what she was to do tonight. The more she thought about it, the more she drank her wine. Emma, her friend for nearly 18 years, kept her glass topped up.
Sarah at the age of 29 was due to get married in a week. She had been racking her brains on what to get her husband to be, but he was wealthy and had everything he needed. She thought about a special watch, but he already had so many, and the style he liked, she could hardly afford. She wondered what he saw in her. When she doubted herself, Steven would assure her, that it was her that he loved. She was pretty sure he liked her body too. 32DD breasts on a 5'2" toned body. She didn't like the gym, so swam as much as she could to keep her figure neat, and it worked.
Emma topped up Sarah's glass again. "Relax! He loves you, you love him, he'll love the idea."
One night over a couple of bottles of wine, they had gone through a list of possible presents that she could get him. After an hour, Sarah told Emma about a night out. Steve had arrived late to a night club, and had stood and watched as Sarah danced on the floor. She had worn a short dress, and plenty of men moved in, trying to dance with her. She had rejected all of them. Later when he came over, he told he had been watching her dance and seen all the frustrated men that she had turned down. Sarah had seen the excitement in his eyes, brushed the bulge in his pants. 3 minutes later, they were in a toilet cubicle fucking like animals.
They both then discussed how to recreate this, and perhaps push it further.
Writing down their ideas, they had instantly dismissed the idea of doing this in a bar, as there would be very little control over what went on. What they needed was some safety.
Next, they considered a strip club. This was crossed off the list when they had tried to explain their idea to the owner. He refused as Emma wasn't going to strip. All she was going to do was dance, flash bits of her underwear, but she wasn't comfortable going beyond that.
It was then that Emma had remembered about one of her ex-boyfriends who had told her about this adult store. Apparently, they had a mix of things going on, from showing porn films, a few strippers on, or live sex shows. All the men were in cubicles, watching the show whilst the performer was kept safe and secure. Sarah wasn't comfortable with this, but Emma persuaded her that if that's what she wanted to do, this place would probably let her. A phone call later, and it was arranged.
That was 2 days ago.
Today, Sarah had changed into her outfit. It was a small French Maids outfit. The top was low cut, showing plenty of her 32DD breasts off in a bra. It was trimmed with a white lace, with a small white apron. The bottom of the black dress came near the tops of her thighs, and showed lacy ruffles beneath. Sarah had put on white stockings and garter beneath, topping the results off with black heels. She looked in the mirror drunkenly approving and hitched the dress to make sure her panties were covering everything. They were incredibly thin and silky. She nodded to herself, and adjusted the straps on her garter belt a little more, before dropping the dress back into place.
Despite being drunk herself, Emma drove Sarah to the place she had found, and they pulled in behind the store. Now that they were here, Sarah wished she had worn a long coat to cover what she was wearing, at least until she got inside. Emma told her she looked amazing, and slid out a bottle of whisky from her purse.
"Want a little bit more courage?"
Sarah tried to look shocked but just giggled and took a large swig. Emma put it in her purse and together they walked in.
The inside of the store was fairly dark. Spot lights showed off certain items here and there, but mostly the place was dimly lit. Sarah looked around nervously, Emma laughed and touched her arm. "I'm going to go and talk to the guy. You wait here, and I'll be back." She grinned at her. "Actually, have a look around. Might find something extra to go with your wedding night!" They both giggled and Emma went off to speak to the man behind the counter.
Looking over, Sarah saw her friend waiting to be served. The man behind the counter was having a heated exchange with a customer who was trying to return something.
Sarah looked at a few items on shelves; magazines, DVDs. She looked at a few covers, and tried to focus, the mixed alcohol now running strongly through her system. She was aware after a minute that someone else was stood at her side. It was a slim man, in what appeared to be his mid 50s, with a terrible comb-over covering his bald head. He looked at her in her maid's outfit and his eyes showed his excitement.
She looked at him, trying to focus. "Yes?"
He looked at her, his mouth moving into a grin. "How much?" he whispered.
Sarah looked at the DVD in her hand. "Erm, it's £20" she said putting it back.
The man nodded. "£20? What do I get for that?" She felt his hand on the back of her thigh, molesting her silky white stocking.
She moved backwards, breaking his contact and spinning to look at him. The alcohol in her head made her spin a little more than she should and she stumbled slightly in her heels, grabbing onto the display. The man moved with her, still grinning.
Sarah now realised to what he was referring. "No, no I didn't mean I was a..." she swallowed nervously, backing up more. "... I'm not a..." She struggled for words, shaking her head 'no', completely off guard.
The man moved with her, his eyes quickly darting over her young body, before returning to her face. As he closed in, he licked his lips hungrily.
Sarah moved back further and felt the back of the wall, and tried to press herself against it more, trying to evade the advancing man. Her hand felt a gap to her left, and she took it. The alcove was covered by a curtain and she comprehended after she had pushed her way through, that she had gone into one of the changing rooms in the shop.
She turned around and saw a woman dressed similar to her, looking as terrified as she felt, before she realised that it was her own reflection in a mirror. The man slid in the room with her, and eased himself up behind her. His hands moved up, and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. Sarah turned around to face her attacker then realised how close he was. She tried to back up at the same time, her black heels slipping, and making her fall onto her backside. The hard landing on the floor, stunning her senses.
The man seized the opportunity and moved forward quickly. One of his hands went to Sarah's hair whilst the other pushed the front of his pants down, releasing his cock.
Sarah put her hands out, trying to push his thighs away, but he twisted in her drunken grip and pushed himself up against her lips.
"Please! No stop!" she whined at him. Her hands moved and pushed at his thighs again. "I'm not... don't..."
He pushed forward, forcing the cock into her protesting mouth. With his hand in her hair, he kept her held down on it. He could feel her hands slapping against his thighs, trying to push him back, but she couldn't get enough leverage in this position.
He started to fuck her mouth hard; his stomach hitting her nose. She tried to push him back still, but couldn't.
