Pretty Persuasion

Michelle was aware that her breasts had caught the salesman's attention and that he was trying to be restrained about looking. All her life she had to deal with people staring, beautiful women always did, and she had learned to tune most of it out. But this was different. She didn't have complete control of this situation. As she sat down her skirt settled high on her thigh, showing off her long tan legs. Without really realizing it Michelle's breathing quickened as the handsome black salesman pulled the fitting stool over in front of her and sat down. He stacked the boxes to his right and opened the top one. Inside was a pair of beautiful red high-heeled dress sandals that matched the dress she had on. He took the first one out and placed it on the slated tread of the fitting stool. Due to her seated position and the heel of the shoe, she had to lift her leg up fairly high to work her foot into the straps of the sandal. The inclined position of her leg caused the skirt to move up her thigh. She tried to act nonchalantly but she could tell by the look in the salesman's eyes that he was getting a pretty good view up her skirt.

Greg felt light headed as he held the shoe in place. He had often fantasized about this happening but he never really thought it would, especially with such a stunning women. He couldn't believe his luck as Ms. Klein lifted her long perfectly toned leg to slip her foot into the shoe. As she positioned her foot to try it on, the hemline of her dress slipped up revealing almost her entire thigh. He momentarily caught a glimpse of white material between her thighs...he knew it was her panties. His heart raced as he buckled the heel strap on the shoe, her ankles were smooth and flawless and her legs smelled of some exotic lotion. He reached for the other shoe in the box. As he did, Ms. Klein moved one foot to the side of the fitting stool; this movement parted her legs slightly. Greg felt sweat on his brow as he held the second shoe in its place. Because her legs had parted slightly, when she slipped on the right shoe Greg had an even clearer shot up her dress. He could plainly see the sheer white panties she had on. Blood pumped into his fat black cock as he saw the smooth tops of her thighs leading up to her panties, which were pulled tight about the mound of her pussy. The taut material outlined the cleft of her lips. All too quickly however her hand came down between her legs obscuring his view up her dress. Embarrassment washed over him, realizing she had caught him looking, luckily she stood up and walked around in the new shoes and checked them out in the mirror. Greg couldn't help but to check out her perfect ass once she stood with her back to him. Inwardly he moaned as he saw the outline of her French cut panties cupping her tight ass cheeks.

Dave was watching the action out of the corner of his eye. It would have been impossible for him not to openly stare if he didn't have the video camera in his shoulder bag, which he had positioned in the row of chairs across from Michelle, recording every movement. He walked outside the store as he hit his speed dial again. "Michelle, my finger is positioned over the button ready to e-mail friends and family" With confusion in her voice she replied "But sir, I've done everything you asked." Sternly he replied, "Have you now? Did I ask you to cover yourself with your hand just now?"

"No sir" Michelle responded meekly. "No, I did not. You are going to have to be punished for not following orders, do you understand?" Michelle didn't respond. "You're going to be the most popular little slut on the Internet, I just can't wait"

"No please, I understand" Dave waited "Sir" she finally added. "Good...listen closely to your orders I will not repeat them again. You will..."

Michelle was trying to act naturally as she pretended to look at the shoes in the mirror but she was mainly focused on the detailed instructions her blackmailer was giving to her on the cell phone. She had a bad feeling in her gut as her blackmailer described in exacting detail what she had to do. Exhaling deeply she decided that if she just did what he wanted this whole thing would soon be over. Her heart seemed to be pumping twice the usual speed as she walked back over to the chair in front of the salesman and sat back down. "These are wonderful. I'll take them. Can I try the next pair?"

"Yes ma'am" replied the obviously flustered salesman. Michelle inwardly struggled with what she had to do next. Her blackmailer told her that she was to lean over and unbuckle the heel straps herself. She knew if she bent over the top of the dress would gape open and her breasts would be exposed. She rationalized that it was better to do it for one man instead of thousands that would see her on the Internet if she didn't obey. Right then and there she made up her mind to do as she had been instructed and end this thing quickly. Bending at her waist she reached to the left to unbuckle one shoe. She thought she heard the salesman breath in quickly. She knew he could look down her top and see her breasts. As quickly as she could she unfastened the shoe and slipped it off, then shifted to the other side. This time as she bent down, without really thinking, she quickly glanced at the salesman's crotch and was startled to see a very large bulge in the front of his pants. As she unbuckled the second shoe she looked down her own body to see what the salesman could see. The top of her dress was gaped open and her full breasts were pushed together and upward. Her nipples were partially exposed and she was surprised that they were so hard. Rather embarrassed she sat back up as quickly as she could.

The site of this lovely woman, her bronzed flawless skin, the swell of her firm breasts spilling out of her top made Greg's cock grow to the point that he had to shift his position to give it more room. He turned on his stool and opened the second box. Much to his delight this box contained an Italian made pair of black boots with a medium heel and a strap around the ankle. There was no zipper. Greg knew what this meant. As he picked up the left boot and handed it to Michelle he noticed that she looked troubled. Greg thought perhaps this was the wrong boot, but she took the boot from him anyway. For a moment she simply held the boot and looked at it like she was trying to decide if she was even going to try it on. Greg's anticipation was killing him, knowing what he might see. With a deep sigh she lowered the boot and slipped it over her foot and pulled the cuff up her smooth calf. To pull the boot up fully she had to extend her leg outward and up. In this position her skirt shifted up and draped into her lap. She was very exposed. Greg had time to feast his eyes on one of the most beautiful sights he had ever imagined. With her legs slightly parted and one extended upward, this fine-looking woman was brazenly exposed before him. Greg could make out the sheer material of her white panties; even the darkness of her neatly trimmed pussy cradled beneath was obvious. He noticed that the top of her lips, near her clit, showed thought the tight mesh of her panties. The shape of her lips was apparent through the tightly pulled material of the cotton-lined crotch. He noticed that her beautiful face blushed as she switched positions to put on the second boot. Then this incredible creature lifted and extended her other leg. As the fitting stool had parted her legs slightly, he had an even better view as she pulled on the second boot. As her light flowing skirt slid back again toward her waist, her long tan legs parted to fully expose her see-through panties. Due to the parted position of her legs Greg couldn't help but notice that a portion of her pussy lips had escaped from the tight pull of the elastic. He was rock hard having this lovely lady's barely covered cunt so exposed and so close.

Michelle felt short of breath knowing how exposed she must be. She felt embarrassed and vulnerable but oddly excited as well. Something in her liked the look of hunger in the eyes of this salesman. For a brief second the image of a dark hand on her white leg played in her minds eye. She sneaked another peek at the front of his pants and felt a weird sense of pride knowing that seeing her body had caused a noticeable tent in the front of his pants. Michelle stood up and with an extra strut in her step she walked over to the mirror to look at the boots. Looking at these gorgeous boots in the mirror she realized that although she didn't know much about her blackmailer one thing was clear, he had good taste. She turned in the mirror admiring the boots. She loved the look of the black leather against the golden tan skin of her calves. Feeling slightly naughty she turned toward the salesman and bent over and pulled on the top of the left boot. Walking back over to take a seat, Michelle had nearly forgotten the final instruction she had to obey. She gulped once and then stumbled over the question... "Do you, ah.. can you tell me where the closest ladies room is?"

"Sure" Greg replied "it's just across the way, one door past Banana Republic, Feel free to wear the boots out to see if they are comfortable."

"Thank you" Michelle replied. "I'll be right back."

Dave watched Michelle leave the store and walk down the mall toward the restrooms. He also noticed Greg openly staring at her firm ass as it swayed underneath the material of her skirt. It turned Dave on to know other men were lusting after the women he controlled. Dave was so amped up with lust and longing for Michelle that it ran through his head to bust into the women's room and take her by force. To grab the back of her head and shove his cock into her mouth until she gagged. He calmed himself, thinking about what could happen if he was patient and let his plan work its course. "Don't mess it up now, it's going so well." he said out loud without really noticing.

Michelle entered the restroom and locked the door. She walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. She was slightly flushed. She brushed her hair behind her ears and splashed some water on her face. As she wiped her face and threw the paper towel away she saw her breast swaying under the light fabric of the dress in the reflection of the mirror. She couldn't believe how obvious her hard nipples were. Glancing quickly at the door to make sure it was locked she brought both hands up to her breasts and gently ran her fingers over her taut nipples above the fabric of the dress. A wave of sexual tension rippled through her body. Remembering her final instruction she reached for the hem of her dress almost without thinking. She raised it slowly exposing her sheer white panties. Michelle took a few steps back so that she could see them in the mirror. She was taken aback by the how clearly the darkened mound of her pussy showed through the thin material. An almost unconscious stirring arose within her as she fully realized just how exposed she had been to the shoe salesman.

Following her final instruction she slipped her manicured fingers beneath the elastic waist of the panties and eased them down and over the boots and quickly tucked them in her purse. Again she raised the hem of her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. A trimmed tuft of hair followed the slight rise of her public mound. It was framed nicely by her bronzed tanlines. The top part of her lips peeked through the gap between her legs. Noticing a light sheen of moisture on her pink lips and the puffiness of her clit made her realize this whole terrible situation had also somehow excited her despite her will. Michelle always thought of herself as a lady in control. She called the shots. She made the decisions. This was all so different. For the first time in her life Michelle found herself at the complete mercy of another. In a way she couldn't explain, even to herself, she felt a sense of excitement brought on by her lack of control.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. Michelle quickly straightened her skirt and unlocked the bathroom door. A young women with a baby gave her an exasperated look and moved past her in to the bathroom. Michelle took a deep breath and headed back to Donna Allen. Walking back to the store Michelle felt the light material of the skirt brushing against her bare bottom and her front. She felt naked and exposed even though she was completely covered. As she entered the store she glanced at herself again in the full-length mirror.

"How do they feel?" Greg asked. Ms. Klein looked shocked by the question until he motioned down to her feet. "Oh they're great. They're really beautiful. I'll take these too." Excellent Greg though. Fuckin' hot babe and a big sale too. "Would you like to try on anything else?" he asked hoping to get lucky enough to get to help this knockout try on a few more shoes. "No I think that's it" Ms Klein replied as she moved toward the chair. Greg followed her over and sat on the stool before her. "Here I'll give you a hand," he said as he reached for the right boot.

Out of instinct she pulled away. Michelle was so used to fending off the advances of men that she pulled back from Greg's assistance without even thinking of the ramifications with her blackmailer. She had to will her mind and body to fulfill the last demand. "Oh god, sorry I should let you do your job." She heard her mouth saying, as if on it's own, as she placed her foot back onto the fitting stool. Her mind was racing with emotion as the salesman leaned down and grasped the boot firmly with both hands, the darkness of his hand nearly blending into the color of the boot. The pressure of his hands lifting her leg, even through the leather, seemed to carry unusual heat. As her leg was raised Michelle slid down in the seat and pointed her toe to make the boot easier to slip off.

As Greg lifted Ms. Klein's leg the silky fabric of her dress again slide up her thighs. Gradually most of her beautiful, nicely toned legs were exposed. As Greg's movements changed from lifting to pulling the boots, her legs spread slightly. Trying not to be to obvious Greg looked up to tell Ms. Klein that payment had already been arranged by the man who had called in and placed the items on hold. A slight nod was Ms. Klein's only reply. Greg noticed Ms. Klein looked flush. Looking back down he tried to turn his body slightly to one side to hide his real intention of looking up her skirt. As he gave the boot a second pull Michelle's legs parted more and her skirt slide back further. Much to Greg's surprise he didn't see the white of her panties. The veins on his huge black cock surged with excitement as he realized what he was seeing. There, nestled between two long smooth thighs was a tuft of light hair trimmed into a perfect V. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he eased the boot off and her legs parted further. As this happened, the top part of her pussy lips came into view. Greg's head was spinning. As he placed her foot back on the fitting stool and the first boot back into the box it dawned on him that she had gone to the bathroom to remove her panties. Despite the way she was acting she wanted him to see her cunt. Greg decided to push his luck when he removed the other boot.

Dave moved around the store to get a better view of what was happening. He knew the video camera in his shoulder bag was capturing the images of Michelle exposing her hot little cunt to a complete stranger but he couldn't help himself wanting to witness first hand the interactions between Michelle and the black man kneeling in front of her. Dave had not been disappointed by how easily Greg had assumed the role of voyeur. His heart raced as he watched Greg lift her other leg and his big black hand move up Michelle's legs to just below her knee as he pulled the second boot off. He noticed Michelle didn't make any moves to stop this advance or to cover her exposed body. He reveled in the power he now possessed.

Michelle felt hot, wet and dirty all at the same time. She knew the salesman had an uninterrupted view between her legs yet she did nothing to stop it. Removing the boot he had even touched her leg much higher up than she knew was really necessary, but again she did nothing to stop it. Replacing the boots in the box the salesman held her feet in both his large warm hands as he sat back on the fitting stool. He was saying something to her but her brain wasn't processing it as all her attention was focused on her feet, which he had placed between his legs right next to his crotch.

Greg interpreted Ms. Klein's silence as permission to push this further. Slowly he uncupped his hands and pressed her delicate feet into his rock hard dick. Encouraged by the slight increase in pressure he moved the bottom of her foot up and down the length of his now rock hard cock. Feeling emboldened by her compliance he moved his hand up her smooth leg until her reached the hemline of her skirt which he pushed up further revealing her trimmed tuft of hair. All pretenses were off now; it was obvious that what was happening was not longer an accident.

Michelle felt powerless to stop what was happening. She felt frozen in motion as the salesman's large hands spread her legs apart and his hand inched its way up her thigh. She felt that her foot had a life of its own as it massaged Greg's big black cock through his pants. A quick image of it sliding between her over-stretched pussy lips and filling her completely made her moan softly. She was completely lost. It had been years since she had let herself be taken over by lust. She knew a wall she had built around her desires was crumbling. She couldn't stop the wheels that were now in motion.

Dave had Michelle exactly where he wanted her. She had given herself over and he wanted to leave her right there...dangling. The effect of her own unbridled and unfulfilled lust would help him more in the long run then the guilt she would feel if he let this continue. "Excuse me. Do you have this shoe in a size eleven?" He interrupted from the men's side of the small store. He saw the telltale quick movements of two people caught in a comprising position. Greg did his best to stand up and cover his bulge by buttoning his suit jacket. "Yes sir I believe I do. Would you like to try them on?"

"If you have it, please" Greg hesitantly turned to head into the backroom but suddenly wheeled around to Michelle before he disappeared behind the expensive curtains. "I'm sorry. I'll be right back. Can you wait a moment?"

The spell broken, Michelle felt suddenly humiliated and embarrassed. She wanted nothing more but to escape. "That's ok. As you've already been paid I'll just take these and go." Michelle felt relieved that she didn't have to stand in front of this complete stranger while he rung up her purchases and more then likely tried to get her to meet him somewhere. Without delay she thanked the salesman and picked up the boxes and left the store. She heard the salesman in an almost pleading voice ask if he could at least get her a bag.

Greg felt completely deflated. He also felt like he could wring the neck of the fucking guy who wanted these fucking shoes. His first though was to run after Ms Klein and stop her from leaving. He was so close. So close to the absolutely finest piece of ass he had ever come remotely close to. He grumbled under his breath as he retrieved the men's oxfords and walked back to the floor. "Fuck!" he said louder then he should have, but it didn't matter, as the man was gone as well.