Chapter 6
It was busy at the dress shop the following morning. It seemed that every woman in town had decided to come in and browse, and a couple of them to buy as well. Ginger was kept hopping all morning, and she was dizzy from catering to the whims of the women who marched through the front door demanding to see one thing or another.
Matters were worsened by the fact that Ginger was in a state of sexual excitation. The smell of perfume, which each of those women had brought like an aura around them as they entered the store, was what had done it. Ginger was remarkably susceptible to perfumes, and now she was helpless under the blanket of aromas that had spread through the store. Her clit twitched for release, angry and insistent. Ginger thought she would die from frustration. Yet there was nothing she could do about it. The battalion of women who came and came seemed endless, and she couldn't very well say, "Excuse me please, but I have to step into the back room and touch myself off. My clit is itching something fierce." With all that was in her Ginger hoped and prayed that the line of women streaming into the store would magically cease. She was as hot as she could bear. Her throat was dry, and she was on the point of screaming.
At long last, however, the shop had thankfully emptied. Ginger, tired and a little angry, started for the back room, a tremor of lust running through her body which she fully gave in to, and enjoyed. "I'm so hot I could burst," she thought to herself.
Just then the door bell tinkled. Hell, thought Ginger. If its another one of those bitches looking for a dress, I'll throw her right out of this goddam store.
"Are you Ginger?" asked a man's voice, just as Ginger turned around. Ginger was pleasantly overwhelmed at his extraordinary good looks as surprised, and she felt a quiver of desire shoot through her as she eyed the deeply tanned man who had entered.
"Yes," she said in a sultry, insinuating way. "I'm Ginger. Who are you?" He was handsome, and Ginger was hungry for him. She wondered how long it would take her to make him. She jutted out her soft white breasts, feeling the hard nipples press against the material of her clinging dress. She wore no bra, a fact which certainly worked in her favor. She watched as the man's gaze held fast to her large peaked tits, fascinated and, she could tell, very excited by them.
"My name's George Stone. I'm a friend of Mike's. He told me about you. He was very enthusiastic, I must say. And I decided I wanted to meet you."
Boy, thought Ginger, is he ever going to be easy to make. And she was stirred by him. She liked the direct way in which he implied that he wanted her. What would Mike have told him about her? That she was a good fuck. And an easy one. This last thought sparked some anger in her. She liked her sex, certainly, and thought there was nothing better than a good hard fuck, but she certainly didn't want to be used. If she wanted sex she would have it; and she would have it any time and any place she wanted it. But ... there was no force in heaven or on earth that could make her have it. She decided then and there, that though moments before she would have willingly laid this fellow George, now she would by no means do so. She would lead him to think she would.
She would gently and quietly let his desires build till he was so hot for her that he was burning. Maybe she would even start to undress for him and make his lusts consume him utterly. But at the final crucial moment she would draw back, leaving George frustrated and shamed and angry. She would show him that she was no easy lay, no cheap whore.
"Well," said Ginger, giving him an enticing look and moving towards him till she was standing next to him, the skin of their arms grazing with exquisite softness.
George laughed. Ginger figured it was because he was too choked up with desire for her to make any intelligible reply. She could imagine the desires she evoked in him. George's eyes wandered avidly over her curvy, full body, noting all the points of interest, and there were many. His eyes came to a full stop when they encountered her breasts. Ginger was proud of her large white tits, with their hard little nipples. She jutted them out purposefully, and was pleased to note the gasp of amazement which issued from George's lips. She thought he would faint any moment now. Idly she wondered how good a fuck he would have given her if she hadn't decided already not to let him have her.
"Come with me, George," she said, deciding to speed things up. She took I.im gently by the arm and led him to the back room. Once there, she looked at him with the most seductive smile she could manage to give, and laced her arms around him, pulling him to her, pressing herself against the hard mascularity of his body, letting her soft breasts squeeze lusciously and evocatively against his chest. Their lips met in a hard commanding kiss, tongues dancing wetly over each other, tasting each others' mouths.
Ginger could feel the turgid mass of George's huge cock pressing obviously, prominently, excitingly against the smooth white depths of her thighs, and despite herself she could not hold back the scorching pangs of desire that seized her and made her tremble with fear. George's arms wrapped possessively around her, gripping her tight with his desire, and his hands moved over her back and along her body, making her want to go limp and submissive, accepting his every caress, feeding on it. George's prick pressed against her like a hot coal.
Ginger drew her lips from the kiss, the warm loose feeling it induced shooting through her, making her weak. She was afraid of what was happening. Her craving was getting the better of her. She didn't know if she could control it, subdue it, so that she could frustrate George as she planned.
His hot hands were tearing at her dress, and Ginger pulled away from him.
"What're you doing," she screamed hotly, almost in a faint. "Get out of here. Get out or
I'll call the cops."
But George paid no attention to her protestations. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.
"I've got what you want, baby, and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Go away," Ginger pleaded. "Go away from here. I don't want you. I don't want your stupid cock." She was beside herself with fright and anger and lust. Tears rolled down her cheeks like liquid embers. She was lying through her teeth, but didn't want to admit to herself that her desires could so completely take control of her and dominate her. She wanted George's prick so badly that she was crying. She wanted to feel it plunge deeply into her creamy canal, sending exquisite feelings all over her body. She was limp and defenseless, and George knew it, she could tell.
He lunged at her, tearing madly at her dress, pulling it off her, exposing the smooth white skin of her body. His mouth burned wet kisses over her skin, and Ginger could not help herself from answering his terrible and ferocious need. Her ruby red mouth sought out his, and she sucked his lips while his searching tongue ran wetly over her.
With a will of their own, Ginger's hands started to unbutton George's shirt, and in a moment her nimble and quick fingers had pulled it off. She pressed her firm tits hard up against his hairy chest while she kissed him, as he undid his trousers and soon threw them off, and his briefs as well, Now they were both naked as the day they were born, and took advantage of the fact to press their bodies hotly against each other, twisting against each other's skin, touching against each other as much as they possibly could. Ginger had lost all reservations now. No scheming or plotting, no plans for frustration. Now she was intent on enjoying herself with the man who had conveniently appeared. She wrapped herself around his strong forceful body, glorying in the domineering way in which his hands grabbed madly and hurtfully over her. George was a strong man, and she liked his strong fingers manhandle her and use her body.
Ginger felt her breasts fire up at the feel of George's clutching fingers wrapped viciously around them. She screamed from the pain.
"Not so hard," she said.
But George increased his pressure, making Ginger scream in pain and anguish. She tried to break loose from him but he held her breasts tight, and his eyes looked at her lividly as her tits stretched impossibly before her frightened eyes. The pain was incredible, and Ginger thought she would faint. "Let go of me," she shouted, pleading. He held her an instant longer, then release her violated tits, letting them return to normal shape. He watched her with pleasure on his face as Ginger rubbed her sore genitals, the skin of her breasts red from abuse. She was frightened now. What would this sadistic person do to her? Anxiously she tried to escape.
But he caught her easily, holding her fast against his body, his hungry cock pressed up against Gingers smooth skin, his lips working wetly over her. He planted his mouth over her nipples, holding them together with his hands, and flicked his tongue madly from one to the other. Exquisite sensations tore through Ginger's flesh and she sighed deeply from the pleasure of it. The man's fingers eased over her pliant body and found their way into her wet steaming cunt, and she felt herself convulse against George's body as his deft fingers toyed with her clit and pressed smoothly against her cunt lips. She mewed and moaned, completely lost in the bewildering sensations that grasped her beautiful body. She felt she had lost control over herself completely. She let George do what he pleased to her. She was helpless now to stop him, and she even found increased pleasure in the knowledge that she was completely without defense.
She felt an aching feeling in her cunt as George's fingers left her, and then she suddenly felt herself being flung to the floor, feeling the hardness of it hurt her soft excited body. But she was in a daze. She could do nothing to stop George's savage assault on her naked body. She looked up and saw him glowering at her menacingly, his prick stretched out in front of him like a spear, its tip wet with lust. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the huge massive cock. It exerted a terrifying power over her, and she felt a huge vacuum form inside of her, and electrifying sensations overrun her. She gasped at the size of it, and wetted her lips in anticipation. Her cunt was wet as an ocean, and her body was completely loose and open.
"Give it to me," she demanded hoarsely.
George knelt beside her as Ginger took the fat cock in her little hands.
"Its so big. So incredibly big," she uttered in a fascinated whisper.
"You like it, huh?"
Ginger started to smother the gigantic dick with kisses, but in a moment she found the huge staff being withdrawn from her circling hands. In hungry disbelief she watched as it traveled toward her flowing cunt, and groaned as she felt it being inserted slowly into her tight, syrupy, depths. Minutes passed, it seemed to her, before it was fully inserted into her. It went in so deeply. It felt as if it were poking up into her stomach, it was so long.
Then it began, a powerful unremitting thrusting, slamming, pushing into her depths, with George's cock ramming into her so deeply she thought he would rip her open in a minute. It was like a knife cutting through her wet body. She screamed and cried out from it. Great drops of tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, and she sobbed from the thrilling pain of it.
"Faster," she screamed violently, her whole body shaking and tossing, "fuck me faster, harder. Kill me with your shaft. Shoot me with your rod. I need to feel it surging inside me. Kill me, kill me."
Faster and faster the great rod shot into her creamy palpitating depths, sending immense currents of pleasure sparking through Ginger's straining body. She was half crazed from the immense batterings she was receiving in her clutching cunt. She felt the travelings of the thick hot cock as it forced its way up her passage, scraping her walls, surging deep inside her, violating her with its brutality and crudeness. It jammed into her treasure like a missile.
Moaning and screaming, Ginger flung her arms around George's body, gripping him against her, pressing her fingers deeply into the skin of his back. She raked her finger nails across him, cutting his flesh with the force of her anguish and passion. She was tortured with the swells of feeling that ran through her. George dug his nails into Ginger's large breasts, and this made her scream all the harder. It was torture for her.
"Oh make me come, you fucking bastard," she raged at him in desperation, "use your fucking rod. Plug it into me and make me come. Make my sweet wet cunt go crazy."
Ginger thrust up her hips to join George's own as he forced himself gruelingly into her. His crotch slammed up against Ginger's soft pelvis. She matched his thrusts, desperate for her come. It was all that mattered now, all that she cared about. She worked frantically to achieve it, her need for it lending force and incredible vigor to her twistings and buckings. She was working at a maddening pace.
Suddenly there was a tinkling at the door. Someone walked in.
"Hello? Is there anyone here? Hello?" the woman who had walked in, looked around for a moment, then started for the back room. In a moment she had reached the doorway, and when she looked inside, her eyes popped to see Ginger's curvy naked body screaming for fulfillment as George's equally naked body lunged into her from on top.
"Oh, my God," she screamed the middle-aged lady in amazement and shock. "You ... you're fucking in the store. How shameful, how shameful ... " she cried, her hands covering her eyes. She rushed out of the store in an instant.
"That fucking bitch saw us," cried Ginger, increasing the tempo of her buckings. She had been greatly excited by the presence of the woman watching her fuck, and now she wanted her come more badly than ever. "Hurry hurry hurry," she pleaded with George. "I need it so bad," she moaned. "I need my come, I need my come, I need ... Oh now, now! George, go faster. It's coming. My come is coming. It's almost, It's ... it's here! It's here! It's ... ohh ... ohh ... ohh."
Ginger lost herself in rapturous screams, as her hot violent come shot through her, and her love potion streamed out of her clutching cunt drowning George's prick. She felt her body go completely loose, breaking open inside of her, making her twist and fall all around.
Suddenly George clasped her tighter, more powerfully, as his own come started on its dangerous way, His hot lava spewed forth from his pistoning cock, laving Ginger's tight glorious channel, sending its sperm deep into her creamy sucking depths. He continued to slam into her warm soft flesh, while his prick drained itself inside of her.
Ginger moaned as her orgasm began to subside. She held George to her body, caressingly running her hands over the ripples of his muscled back.
"That was incredible," George mumbled to her, "It was one of the best comes I've ever had. You were great."
Ginger smiled. She had loved it as well. Her thoughts ran back to the woman who had discovered George and herself copulating, and she recalled how excited it made her. She ran her hand lazily down her body, glorying in the thrill that she felt as her hand moved over her skin, marveling at what a perfect mechanism her body was for producing pleasure.
She looked up and was surprised to see George climbing back into his clothing.
"Going so soon?" she asked softly.
George smiled at her and answered, "I'm leaving now, but you can be sure I'll come around to see you again. You're a rather remarkable woman."
Ginger smiled at the compliment, and struggled up again, and started to dress. There was still the store to take care of, and customers to attend to. Never forget, she reminded herself with admirable enthusiasm, business before pleasure, and all that.
Shit, she thought as she went back into the store.