Tuesday, Again - Kidnapped!
It was time for my ten AM shutdown / 'nap'.
Daddy had to go out to attend to some errands, but Christie promised to nurse Adele along so my drunken little master could with luck still go to the mall with me when I came back on-line. My lusty aunt also told me she'd get in touch with Maria to see if our two sexy neighbors could join us for some evening entertainment.
Content, I settled my tired ass down onto the welcoming probe projecting from my chair, and relaxed as it slithered up to dock. A little buzz and then ...
* * *
"Hey!" said Adele.
"Geez!" was my snappy comeback. It was Tuesday afternoon, and time to go to the mall ... assuming Adele had recovered from the Raggedy Anne. Apparently she had - she was wearing a mid-thigh sun dress from my growing 'nearly acceptable in public' collection, and a chipper expression.
"Aren't you used to that yet? Come on and get dressed. Carl's waiting. Oh, and wear another toy. I'd like to see the worm in action."
"Eww!" An order is an order, though, so I poked around until I found a drawer labeled 'Das Worm'. This turned out to be much like my T-Flex, except that the knob at one end was a long-snouted dragon head. "Hey," I said, "This is actually pretty cool!"
"Damn - it really is! No time for that now, though. Let's roll."
Reluctantly, I garaged the thing inside me - no point in scaring Carl. Once I'd thrown on a more-or-less legal skirt and tube top, and some flashy boots, I helped our driver get over the stress of waiting. This time I prepaid our fare standing up, with my back against the front door ... and my left heel on his right shoulder, for easier access.
Some of my later self-pleasuring activities on the trip to the mall (which included lifting my skirt to squish Carl's leaking cum all around my swollen pussy lips) got him tense again - or at least stiff. I intended to take care of that as soon as we arrived, but Adele told him that he could just wait until later when he'd picked us up again. Poor Carl. I reached over to his waiting dick and pumped him a few times with his own grease, but I'm not sure that helped.
When we got inside, we started out with a quick circuit of the place, scanning for cute boys just like the old days - as in, before Lacy. Although yesterday Adele had agreed we should give our new friend Ms. Mountshaft a day of rest, and see what other fun (read naughtiness) we could find, no likely candidates turned up during our first lap of the lower level. I could tell Adele was getting restless, 'cause she told me how she still wanted to try on a shiny green blouse we'd seen in Mariko's shop. And so back we went.
Mariko smiled when we appeared in her door, but she looked a little shop-worn, as it were. "Hiya!"
"Hiya," I answered. Without even discussing tactics, Adele veered left to check out the dress she fancied, while I chatted up Mariko. I remembered to play the bimbo the pretty shopkeeper was familiar with - and discovered I could turn up my pheromone output to match. "How are tricks?"
The girl giggled a little madly, and said, "Most excellent! Susan stayed the night - she only just slipped out a while ago to round up some food."
"Susan?"
"You know," said Mariko with a blush. "The woman we played with yesterday?"
Susan - Stella - whatever. I'd been close, anyway. "Susan. Right. So you guys fucked from when we left right through 'til this morning?"
"Well, mostly. We slept for a bit, and I sold a few hats just before lunch."
No wonder she looked like an unmade bed ... in a sexy sort of way. Her hair was tousled, and her white linen blouse was missing buttons from collar down to between her elegant little breasts. Without thought, she reached through the high side-slit of her wrinkled and slightly-stained grey skirt to scratch her bum - the red thong was long gone.
"Cool," I said. "So you wanna play with us for a bit, while you wait?"
The shop-girl's answer was to come out from behind the counter, popping her remaining few buttons as she removed her blouse, and clearing her skirt away for action.
It occurred to me that Mariko had already seen my T-Flex, and her eagerness now suggested she'd approved of it. And she seemed so sex-addled that the substitution for Das Worm shouldn't be an issue. Even as I though this through, my body was engaging the inside end of the still untried thing, which involved feeding it out of my vag about ten inches. All I needed to do then was hoist the thing up and let it lift my skirt hem clear.
"Holy FUCK!" Mariko was impressed.
So was I - as I lifted up its leathery head, it blinked its golden eyes in the light, and flickered its tongue at the owner of the cunt it was clearly coveting.
Right on cue, my redheaded Mistress hustled over with the coveted green dress in one hand and her recently shed sundress in the other. Like our host, her perky little titties had no need of a bra, nor was her derriere coddled with panties - which left her wearing only sandals and a short-lived grin. "OMYGOD!"
"Um. Adele - does it, like, breath fire?"
