Sex Shop

The frightening scenarios mounted and she was about to give it all up as a bad idea when she noticed a smaller sign that read PARKING AT REAR. 

She scanned for a driveway but there was none that she could see, certainly no entrance off the busy main road. Pulling away from the curb Veronica drove around the block looking for a way in. 

She had to drive around three times before she found it. There was no signpost but there was nowhere else - so Veronica turned her little blue Honda onto a loose gravel path between two buildings. 

"The stupid owner obviously doesn't want business," she said angrily to herself. 

The sound of her cranky voice bolstered her waning courage. Not too far below the surface, panic was brewing...

The alley wound around behind an oily-looking mechanics business, a used tire factory, and the rear of a produce store with big industrial bins out the back.

She was looking for somewhere to turn around when she was abruptly driving into an empty parking lot big enough for several cars, and there in front of her was the rear of the red and pink building. 

Even then she was a heartbeat away from turning around and running for home. 

"Be brave," she said nervously to herself. "You've come this far..."

Against a long red brick wall was a steel security door with a small fluorescent sign above that said ENTER. She parked as close to this as she could in case a quick getaway was in order.

There were no other cars which was good. Veronica had chosen the time of day on purpose, figuring quite rightly that the porn addicted aren't usually morning people. 

"Get in and get out, get in and get out," she muttered again.

She put her dark glasses on the dashboard and her hat on the seat beside her. Then, with her heart in her mouth, got out of the car, stepped up to the door, and twisted the chrome doorknob.

Cool air washed over her as she walked tentatively across the polished concrete floor. Fluorescent track lighting and spotlights illuminated floor-to-ceiling shelves of brightly colored merchandise. The ceiling was black. There were no windows. 

With her heart beating so hard she was sure it was audible, Veronica looked around for a salesperson...

There was a plethora of DVDs and magazines catering to every bizarre taste. There was sexy lingerie in satin, masks, and suits of rubber, and fetish outfits in latex, vinyl, and black, black leather, all neatly hung on hooks and coat hangers and on shelves... 

...and there were shelves of sex toys... bizarre devices of all sorts... dildos, vibrators, wands, bullets, beads, strokers, pumps...

In a daze, Veronica wandered up and down the aisles looking wide-eyed at a whip with a beautifully polished wooden handle, a mask with a zip on the mouth, a coffee table book about BIG COCKS... 

It was a lot for the newly liberated girl to take in. So much visual stimulation. It was so overwhelming that when she finally noticed the shopkeeper she gave a startled cry. 

"A thousand apologies madam," he said in heavily Indian flavored English (like Apu from the Simpsons). "I did not mean to startle you."

The man was wedged so tightly behind his tiny service counter that she could only see his face. 

Below a mop of thick wavy black hair were fine, brown, coffee-colored features, dominated by a thick black handlebar mustache that curled up at the ends - and under that, the biggest whitest smile Veronica had ever seen. 

She hadn't noticed him before because he was camouflaged by all the brightly colored items packed around him.

His little desk was almost completely taken up by a huge old-fashioned cash register and he was hemmed in on all sides by sex aids - pornographic magazines on one side, DVDs on the other. 

Above him, on deep shelves, were brown cardboard boxes full of even more stock including a life-sized love doll made up to look like a schoolgirl - attached to the wall and ceiling by hooks and fishing line, her mouth a perpetually startled 'O'.

The front of the counter as well, was packed with all sorts of bizarre smaller items... edible undies, lotions, potions, pills, amyl-nitrate...

How on earth does he get in or out? she wondered.

Veronica wasn't sure who she expected to find serving. Maybe some old deviant in a trench coat... or a surly underworld type with tattoos on his face. She was definitely not prepared for this unusual-looking man. His big dark brown eyes looked her up and down like an inquisitive puppy dog. 

Of course, she understood him looking. All men did now. These days Veronica knew how attractive she was and she liked showing herself off. She couldn't blame the shop owner for that.

But his lingering smiling gaze was rekindling an anxious feeling she'd thought she'd put behind her. He was making her feel like she was naked... like he had x-ray eyes...

Her sheer white spandex crop-top was more like a bra. The stretchy fabric cradling her large firm breasts left nothing to the imagination. All of a sudden she seemed to be showing the little Indian man a lot more boob and nipple than she'd intended when she squeezed into it that morning.

Under her large overhanging breasts, her belly was bare. He could see all of her abdomen, her navel, and down to her waist.

And sitting low on her hips she wore a pretty pale blue tennis dress so short that the light pleated fabric flared out over her hips and long brown legs like a miniskirt.

He'll see my panties if I bend over even a little bit, she thought to herself. What was I thinking dressing like this when I knew I was coming to a sex shop?

To her horror, the little Indian was extricating himself from behind the counter. The mystery of how he got in and out was explained. It was a simple latch that swung the counter aside like a door...

...the whole thing was on hinges and suddenly the man was right there in front of her...

It happened so quickly that Veronica yelped again, holding up her hands as though to prevent him from colliding with her...

He greeted her with his wide white smile, a very Indian wobble of the head, a little bow, and hands clasped together as if in prayer.

"Good morning madam," he said in his heavily accented Indian/English. "Welcome to Adib's House of Love. How may Adib help you today?"

His outfit did not immediately register on Veronica's overloaded senses. So much was happening so quickly.

Her first glance showed a handsome Indian guy of average height with a gold chain around his neck. His shirt was a red, tartan flannel with all the buttons undone...

...it hung open at his sides showing off his brown skin... and a muscular six-pack abdomen. And below that...

...and below that the odd little man was wearing a pair of black Lycra leggings that clung from above his belly button, down his abdomen, over his crotch, and down his legs to mid-thigh...

...incredibly tight bicycle shorts outlining his huge thick penis in graphic relief... 

...a massive Polish sausage!

Her slowly building anxiety turned to panic. All Veronica's bravery evaporated like mist on a hot day. She started backing away...

"Ahhh... I'm sorry... I'm all good now," she gabbled. "Thank you. Not interested thanks. Sorry..."

Under the thin rubbery material, his big cock was squashed up against his belly at forty-five degrees. Veronica couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from it... 

...so tight she could see the veins and ridges on the long thick pole as well as the slit in the large bulbous head...

"Oh, Goodness me no madam, please, you must stay," he pleaded taking an unfortunate step closer. "Please, forgive me for frightening you. I so rarely see a lady as beautiful as you..."

It was very much the wrong thing to say. Panic washed over her as she backed up quickly towards the exit, banging her shoulder against the door. Groping blindly behind herself she found the doorknob...

"I'm not interested thank you," she cried, gaping at his bizarre outfit and colossal cock. "I was... I was... I got lost... was going to ask directions..."

"You were most brave to come in at all," said the little man pleadingly. "That was most assuredly the very hardest part. Now you are here, please look around. The store is quite empty this time of day... there will be nobody here but little me..."

She could feel the sun on her back and then she was out the door, fumbling for her car key in the lining of her skirt...

"You came for a reason madam," he pleaded, calling after her. "Did you not? Please, I am the soul of discretion..."

The man's voice was so musical and gentle... almost hypnotizing...

Veronica found her fear dimming and she began to feel foolish. Despite his sensual appearance he really did not seem threatening. 

I'm overreacting, she thought to herself, and behaving like a scared child. It's a sex shop for goodness sake. What did I expect?

He smiled benevolently as she stepped back inside. "Ah yes... very good brave madam... very good... do come in..." And, as if to show how harmless he was, he backed back into his little workstation.

When he was safely back behind his counter Veronica took a deep breath and turned down the first aisle. After all, she was there for a purpose.

Just get it and get out girl, she thought to herself. Then you'll never have to go through this again.

She wondered aimlessly, perusing the items for sale, glancing back over her shoulder a few times, checking the Indian man wasn't sneaking up on her. But the little fellow was still inside his cubicle. He gave a smiling wave...

The sight of those tight bicycle shorts seemed burnt into her eyeballs. 

It can't be real, can it? she wondered as she looked about for the toy she wanted. I didn't know dicks came so big. Surely he can't walk around town like that, can he? Maybe he just rides a bike to work? 

There seemed to be miles of movies and books but she wasn't interested in those. The BDSM gear was fascinating but not her cup of tea. Some of the lingerie made her linger. She even considered a pair of crotchless knickers - black Frederick's of Hollywood panties with a valentine-shaped cutout... 

They'd be good for lunchtimes in the bathroom, she thought. No need to take panties off...

She didn't take them though. The thought of asking the little Indian man to ring them up as a sale was too mortifying to contemplate. 

The middle aisle of the shop was where she began to narrow in on what she was really looking for. Thirty feet of floor-to-ceiling sex toys. Both sides of the aisle were crammed with every possible type of device. 

Her plan had been to get it and get out and never darken the door of this seedy establishment ever again. But the range of toys was staggering and she had no idea where to start looking. There were hundreds of different ones, bigger, smaller, different colors... 

...and just looking at them was making her mouth water. Her pussy started to tingle and she had to fight the urge to rub it... 

There are so many ways to fuck one's self, she thought. 

The Indian man's singsong voice floated down from the front of the store, "We have fifty percent off madam," he called. "Absolutely everything in store!"

"Thank you," she muttered breathlessly. And then realizing her voice wouldn't carry, called back more loudly, "THANK YOU."

Veronica was looking for a second vibrator like the first one. With only one she had to choose where it went. If she had two she figured she could use one inside her pussy and the other for teasing her clitoris... 

...or in my butt, she thought excitedly... one in my cunt and the other in my arse... buzzing up inside...

She was becoming so horny she was having trouble concentrating. His big cock had started it. Now all these lovely toys...

Looking about at all the ways a woman could masturbate, she felt her juices oozing, slippery between her legs, making her panties damp. The pictures on the packaging were exciting and the descriptions of what they did were like some sort of sex story...

At random she picked up the 'Clitoral Sweet Sucking Vibrator'. The picture on the front was a beautiful blonde girl just like Veronica, throwing her head back ecstatically. The back said, '...will touch all your favorite spots with the combination of internal vibrations and external clitoral suction. The large oscillating end creates blissful G Spot vibrations inside the vagina while the 'Sweet Sucker' curves out and up against your clitoris, licking and sucking to tip you over the edge...'

She glanced back. There was no direct line of sight from the front of the store to where she was.

Thinking she couldn't be seen, the beautiful blonde slid her hand inside her lacy white panties, groping her insatiable cunt... her fingers relieving the demanding itch between her legs...

"Ohhhh yesssss," she gasped under her breath.

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VIDEO SURVEILLANCE

The beautiful busty braless blonde who had wandered into his shop in her skin-tight midriff top and shorty short skirt really could not have been more out of place. 

Ninety-nine point nine percent of Adib's clientele were men and the very very rare woman who came in did not look anything like this stunning creature. 

And you almost scared her off, you fool, he thought to himself.

He'd had to use his very best salesmanship to put the gorgeous creature at ease.

Now, tucked away behind his little service counter, Adib watched the delicious blonde on his close-circuit security cameras, capturing every movement and every sound for later use.

Adib had many cameras in his shop, one covering every aisle. If he wished, he could follow a possible shoplifter around the store no matter where they went. Choosing the one best placed to cover Aisle Two he used the telephoto capabilities and centered Veronica nicely on the large, high-definition television screen he had hidden behind the DVDs and Blu-Rays.

The horny Indian man flogged his gigantic ten incher several times a day. He was one of those people who was always horny and, as there was always so much visual stimulation to catch his eye, jerking off during his workday was an occupational hazard.

Running a sex shop gave Adib access to the most erotic and bizarre sex acts but watching this blonde goddess finger herself was on another level. He'd never seen anything like it. She was masturbating with such abandon she would put some of his regulars to shame. 

And those gentlemen aren't normal, he thought as he wiggled his soft lycra leggings down below his knees. 

With his giant erection released, he sat back down on the office chair and reached for the well-used Flesh-Light he kept under the counter. He added a generous spray of 'Cool Tingle' Arousal Spray for lubrication and then inserted his giant cock into the toy.

The girl was fingering her pussy up under her skirt and her free hand was brushing and then pinching her bold nipples that jutted out so erotically through her clingy top. 

"Mmmm. Very good madam," he muttered to himself as he moved the masturbator up and down the shaft of his cock. "There's nobody near... take your time... take your time..."

The camera's microphone clearly picked up her hushed gasps of pleasure. Every few seconds a look of immense gratification was twisting the girl's beautiful features momentarily ugly and she'd let out a gasping sob, a primal cry of lust... and then, realizing where she was, would look around guiltily, double-checking she was still alone.

Adib carefully manipulated the vibrations and the stroking sensation of his sex toy. He had to turn it down or he would have cum prematurely.

"Ahhhh yesss..." he gasped. "That's the ticket..."

In his line of work, with his access to the latest sex toy innovations, he'd tried all the male wanking toys over time. Some were better than others. In Adib's humble opinion, The Delightor Automagic 'Cock Capsule', was the best of the best. The clever inner workings hugged his monster dick like a thousand-dollar-a-night whore, firm... flexible... wet... 

...and the seven thrusting and rotating features were instinctively easy to use. It had milked him dry thousands of times.

When his beautiful customer lifted her pretty short dress up against her perfectly sculpted midriff... and he saw her fingers dancing inside her lacy white panties... he almost lost his shit. 

"Ahhhh yesssss... beautiful madam," he gasped as the pumper pumped him, slowly up and down, up down, up down. "Do it... mmmmm... oh yessss... do it..."

It was like she was playing some tiny little piano in there...

Without looking, his fingers instinctively found the blue button of the Cock Capsule and he pressed it twice. That made the machine go faster. The yellow button that increased the vibration he pressed three times... no four...

"Ahhhhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh..."

...he saw the girl stumble forward. Her arm shot out to grasp the rail of the shelf, preventing a fall...

"Mmmm... care... careful madam", he stammered, pressing the blue button two more times...

The loud groan of pleasure that escaped her lips was so loud in Adib's headphones that he jumped. He captured her orgasm in perfect Dolby surround sound. 

Moments later she cried out again... biting her lip to try and keep the noise inside. Her orgasm was making her body quake. Bent at the knees she humped up and down on her hand...

The camera caught the whole thing perfectly, her hand humping her cunt, her other holding a shelf so she didn't fall, her eyeballs rolling back in her head, drool dripping out of her slack mouth and down onto the white tile... 

Veronica's involuntary moans of pleasure made Adib cum as well. With a muffled cry of pleasure, he shot his load, squirting his big load of jizz up into his toy...

"Ohhh yessss," he hissed, squirt... squirt... squirt... "Ahhhhhh yesssss... beautiful madam..."

Blinking away the dark spots playing in front of his eyes he had to sit quietly afterward until his heartbeat went back to a more normal rhythm. Then, with professional practiced efficiency, he cleaned himself up as he'd done a thousand times before. 

Opposite the big television monitor, behind the magazine rack of porn mags (Asian Babes, Juggs, XXX Hardcore, etc)‚ there was a compact little sink. He flushed his toy with warm soapy water, spraying it with 'Fleshwash' before putting it back on its special stand to dry. He wet a washcloth with warm water and wiped his face and his big wang before tucking the latter back into the skintight black leggings. 

When he was sufficiently recovered he stepped out of his compact little cubicle and went to see if he could help the lovely lady find what she was looking for. The worldly sex shop owner was more than a little intimidated by the blonde goddess - but he was a professional.

This is what I do, he thought proudly. My customer needs my assistance and I will give it.

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A CONSUMMATE SALESMAN

Adib found his customer trying to put the Sweet Sucker toy back on its hook...

"May I assist madam?"

Veronica swung around guiltily to find the gently spoken Indian man standing behind her, hands clasped behind his back. 

"I... I was just looking," she began, patting her short pleated skirt over her long brown legs, like a child caught with its hand in the cookie jar.

"It is most absolutely fine madam," he said in his thick Indian accent. "Adib's House of Love can be most discombobulating for our less experienced patrons. Please give it not another thought."

"Thank... Thank you, Mr Adib..."

"Please, madam. Just Adib. Adib is at your service."

She could feel the blush on her cheeks and she could not meet the man's eye. Instead, she turned back to the shelf of vibrators, scanning for the one she needed. There were so many...