Chapter 9
Pam and Tammy decided to go to the mall and buy some sexy clothes to pose in for Mr. Preston. They had decided to take him up on his offer to come to his house for a photo session.
"He'll give us lots of money, I just know it. We can tease it out of him," Pam said.
They went to Jiggs, a young girls' clothing store that featured much of the new Madonna line of clothes, all the latest punk fashions, lingerie, skirts, blouses, shoes, jeans.
"I know how we can get all our clothes free," Pam said.
"How?"
"Just wait, but go ahead and pick out whatever you want, because we're not gonna pay for it."
"But, I don't want to go to jail for stealing," Tammy protested.
"Don't worry, we won't."
The girl shopped about the store, going in the dressing stalls, trying things on, coming back out, appraising their youthful beauty in the mirrors.
Tammy picked out an imported pink classic camisole with pink jazz bikini panties. She also picked out a dolman sleeve scoop neck top to wear next summer.
Both girls picked out a satin merry widow that had adjustable bra cups, a draw string. It was a lightly boned, fitted bodice with flexible underwire and adjustable back hooks. The fits were perfect on the girls. They were devastating. Tammy liked the shiny black one, and Pam selected the white one. There were two garter straps in the front and back. The girls chose dark nylons to go with the merry widow, and each selected several colorful panties that would match.
They also picked out high heels, black and white. Each girl selected the hottest dress of the year, the slim strapless damask dress that zipped up in the back. Pam got the white one, and Tammy took the pastel pink.
When they had finished their shopping, they took their goods to the counter.
"Hello, Mr. Bridges," Pammy smiled.
Mr. Bridges smiled eagerly back. He was a bald man in his mid-forties. He was stocky, but he had a muscular build. He had a round face.
"I see you girls have picked out some clothes there," he said.
"Yes . . . could we get them free?" Pam whispered.
The man glanced about the store. "Sure," he said, "just go back to my office, and we'll arrange it."
Then he called to one of the clerks to take over the cash register.
The man followed them back to his office, and they went inside. He locked the door.
"Well, Pamela, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Well, you told me not to do it too often."
"I can't have you go off with the whole store several times a year," he said. "But you are certainly welcome to come more often and get clothes."
"My friend Tammy wants to get her clothes free, too," Pam said.
He looked at Tammy and smiled.
"Will she try on clothes for me like you?" he asked Pam.
"Sure! Won't you, Tammy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, then, let me see you dress up, girls," the man said eagerly.
He sat down on a leather couch. The girls put their clothes on his desk.
Pam slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt. She stood in tight white panties and white bra. She put on a red merry widow, hooked in nylons, stepped into black high heels.
Mr. Bridges took his cock out and played with the hardening cockshaft.
"Go on, Tammy," Pam said. "Put something sexy on for Mr. Bridges."
Tammy took off her jeans and shirt. She put on a Europa lace, push-up underwire bra decorated with scalloped lace. She hooked a black garter belt around her tiny waist. The two long, black garters hung down. She slipped into dark nylons that were black at the top. She hooked them into the garters. Then she added black high heels.
"Jeez," the man whispered, his eyes wide on Tammy.
The girls stood magnificently before him in their sexy lingerie, both stunningly beautiful, "You like?" Pam asked.
"Fabulous, darling, just fabulous! Tammy turn around, please," he asked.
She turned. Her panties cradled her ass beautifully. They were thin and pink. Her gorgeous body looked wonderful, hugged by the tight merry widow. It pulled in tight around her, accentuating her schoolgirl curves.
"My, what a marvelous ass!" he exclaimed.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder at the store owner. He pumped slowly on his hard prick. She watched, noticed that his cock was about seven inches long, and it was very thick.
"I wanna feel that ass," he whimpered.
Tammy walked over to him, turned around. He reached out and cupped her ass with both hands, squeezed at her goddess asscheeks.
"Ah, whew . . . fabulous, beautiful," the man murmured.
"He really likes your ass, Tammy," Pam smiled.
"I love it!" Mr. Bridges cried. "I wanna kiss it. I wanna kiss your ass."
He tugged at Tammy's panties, got them down over the garter straps, down on her lush thighs. Then he started kissing, licking her ass, slicking his tongue up and down the ass crack.
"God, he's lickin' your ass!" Pam said.
"He's eatin' my chocolate cherry," Tammy whispered.
"And I get to fuck both of you too, don't I?" Mr. Bridges said, his voice trembling.
"Yeah, fuck us, Mr. Bridges. We'll get down on the floor, take our panties off, and you fuck us," Pam said.
"Yes, yes!" the man whimpered.
Pam lay down on the carpet. Tammy took the cue and did the same. The girls pulled their panties off. They both looked scrumptious there on the floor, waiting.
Mr. Bridges stood up, took his clothes off so that he was nude. His hard cock looked like a flashlight. He got down on his knees between Pam and Tammy. He reached out and rubbed their young cunts. He bent over and kissed Tammy with a hot open mouth.
Then he hovered over her, mounting, and came down, guiding his prick into her sweet pussy.
"Ahhhfff!" Tammy cried as he fucked in.
Her legs spread wide for the man, who began a slow hump and pump on top of her.
"Shit, he's fuckin' you, Tammy," Pam whispered.
"God, yes . . . he's fuckin' me!"
Mr. Bridges bounced up and down. His cock made slurping suction sounds as it fucked in and out of Tammy's young pussy. She felt the hardness fill her. She lurched up off the carpet, fucked back at him.
"I'm fuckin' you," Mr. Bridges puffed.
"Well, then fuck me . . . dammit!" Tammy yelped.
His balls banged her ass. His cock drubbed her cunt. His ass humped up and down. Tammy fucked him back. She wound her nylon-clad legs around his body. She pumped wildly off the floor.
"You fuckers!" Pam shouted, fingering her cunt as she knelt beside them.
Tammy looked exciting in her merry widow, nylons, the garter straps taut as she circled her legs around the fucking store owner. Her tits had lifted out over the top of the girdle. Her head lay in a pool of blonde hair, her double ponytails swishing on the rug. Mr. Bridges fucked faster. "Ah, oof!" he panted. "Ah, ooof! Oh, baby. Sweet doll baby!" "Fuck her, Mr. Bridges!" Pam urged. "Yeah, fuck me!" Tammy yipped. Mr. Bridges slugged his cock in and out of Tammy's delicious cunt, fucking her good. He slid a hand under her ass and fucked a finger up her asshole.
Tammy fucked back. She bounced beautifully up off the carpet. They were fuckers supreme there on the floor, with Pam on her knees over them, fingering her pussy.
"Oh, sweet baby," the man moaned. "You fuck so good!"
"Fuckin's the best," Tammy panted.
"Yeah, fuckin's great," Pam said, her finger ramming her cunt.
His ass pumped like a jackhammer.
"Ahhhhh, baby!" he cried. "I'm cummin'!"
Tammy felt the flood of hot cock cream pour into her pussy. It felt lovely, sweet ... oh, so good. She fucked wildly beneath Mr. Bridges, pumped hotly to him and got her own climax. The excitement overwhelmed her. She humped up and stiffened, then ground her hips slowly, a sweet circular motion, fucking her cunt on the exploding cock.
"Ah, jeez!" Tammy cried. "Ahhh, wow!"
Pam caught her own climax. She stiffened in her kneeling position, and she was bent over at the waist, her finger a blur in her cunt hole.
"Damn it, I love this feeling!" Pam yelled.
"I do, too," Tammy sighed.
Tammy fell back on the carpet, spent, her whole body tingling from the fabulous fuck the store owner had just given her-a good raw, old-fashioned fuck on the floor.
The man pulled his cock out, rolled off, and lay on the floor between the pretty girls.
His cock began a soft droop. Pam reached down and grabbed the slick prick. She massaged his cock while she reached in with her other hand and tickled his balls. Then she started a slow jack-stroke, just barely jiggling Mr.
Bridges's cock.
"Ah, Pamela," he whispered. "You must come and get clothes more often."
"Yeah, well, we will," she whispered, and her hand jerked up and down, making his cock hard again.
She finally got it on a full hard. She spit in her hand, a big gob of juicy saliva, then she slicked the spit all over his prick.
Tammy got up on her knees. She watched Pam playing with the man's cock.
"He's all hard and hot again," Tammy said incredulously.
"Very hard, very big," Pam whispered.
She pumped slowly on the thick prick.
"Darling, baby," Mr. Bridges whimpered.
Pam got on top of Mr. Bridges, straddled him. She looked wonderful in her tight, sexy lingerie. She got his cock in her hand and put it in her pussy.
Then she began a slow rock on top of the store owner. He was overjoyed. He smiled up at her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"You like this, don't you?" Pam whispered.
"Yes."
"You like to fuck young girls, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Next time, it's really gonna cost you," Pam said.
Then she rocked and rolled, humped and pumped, bounced up and down on his hard prick, fucked him into a plateau of pure pleasure.
Tammy fingered her own pussy and watched.
"Yeah, next time we're gonna get twice as many clothes," Tammy purred confidently.