Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

"Let's take a field trip, my favorite BZ Bitch. Suit up; you know the drill." Sharon bit her lip, but she didn't argue. She searched for several minutes before finding even a ZB tank & short combination that didn't need laundering... She scolded herself-- she simply had to get some chores done.

Dave drove the Range Rover. He set a drink glass with punch she remembered having before in the cup holder, & without a word he pulled away from the curb. They headed out of town & reached the interstate. For a desperate moment Sharon wondered if they were going back to have sex in her marital bed again. Instead he turned west on the highway. They were almost to the next little town before he pulled off, but the time had passed quickly enough for Sharon... she'd been blowing him from the moment they'd pulled away from the curb, pausing only to drink some of her punch whenever he told her to do so.

Wiping her mouth as she sat up when the car came to a stop, Sharon blinked in confusion at the big plain white on black sign: Lion's Den. There were a handful of cars parked in the gravel lot, none of them newer than 5 or 6 years. She realized it had been a gas station just off of the highway. The brick front was covered with placards describing 'magazines,' 'adult videos,' & 'toys.' Sharon blushed, realizing Dave had brought her to a sex shop.

"Where are we?" she asked him, anyway.

"Don't worry," Dave waved away her question, "This isn't close to campus... We're just playing here." Sharon climbed out when he did, as ever acutely aware of how she was dressed, & how men would look at her. She tried to remember if she'd eaten breakfast. She wondered for a moment where Dave had gotten the punch she'd been drinking... she didn't have any at her place, she didn't think. She knew tere was booze in it-- she was a little buzzed. She giggled, aware she should be happy about that, or she would've been too nervous to go through with shopping with him like he planned. She hurried to follow him into the low single story building, that quickly forgetting she had even wondered about the punch.

"You told me you hadn't cum, right?" Dave teased, she was sure loudly enough someone else had heard. Sharon blushed but nodded, looking around, checking for reaction from any of the few other customers in the shop. Obviously a couple had, the way they were smirking; she shifted uncomfortably, though, realizing every eye in the place was fixed on her. "We'll get you taken care of, then," Dave assured her, seemingly oblivious to the others.

He led her down an aisle that reminded her of the racks at Blockbuster, except every cover showed people having sex or getting ready to have sex. Her eyes noted the genres...

Amateurs, Anal, Asians... She glanced back over the rows of 'amateur' titles, desperately hoping not to see herself. Cheating, Celebrities, Creampie, Cuckolding... Fetish, Gang Bang, Girl on Girl... Interracial-- she scolded herself for the wave of heat the bloomed as she looked at several of the titles. Jannine, Jenna, Oral, Orgy... Sharon told herself there were so many title there was no way her husband would ever see whatever tapes she was in.

She saw the rack of blow up dolls, & was surprised to find there were men's torsos, as well. Glancing around, Sharon checked, but found she was the only woman in the store. Wherever she looked, she saw the other customers watching her. Dave pointed at the racks of fetish clothing.

"May have to get you some toys, to play with," he teased, "But for now I've got something specific in mind..." They stopped at the glass display counter, & the simpering, spectacled clerk made Sharon's skin crawl, but she was past reacting to that... She stood passively as Dave rubbed the small of her back, then pulled her close.

"My man," he said, acting as if the clerk was another frat brother, rather than a terminal dweeb who'd never score with any woman, "You might not recognize it, but you're in the presence of greatness." The clerk just blinked, failing in his effort to take his eyes off of Sharon's chest. He licked his lips.

"I dunno what you mean, man," he looked up into Sharon's eyes but nearly flinched, his gaze settling on her breasts once again. Dave laughed.

"Naw, I guess you wouldn't... not while she's dressed, anyway." Sharon blushed at that. The clerk's eyes rose, & he stared at her intently. After a moment he shook his head. Dave just chuckled, easily turning Sharon ½ around. She realized the other customers were watching her, having heard what Dave had said. Dave's hand applied pressure & she dutifully bent at the waist. He flipped the bottom of her tank up, baring her lower back. "Does this look familiar?" he asked. Sharon could almost feel the clerk lean forward.

"Sure, but there's lots of sluts have..." he trailed off, then, watching her more closely as she stood up & turned around. "Wait a minute... Is this... This that new gal?" Dave nodded, smiling widely.

"Yep, this is Mrs. Sharon S," he nodded, "In the flesh, so to speak." Sharon was afraid to look around... she could feel the others moving closer. She tried to tell herself Dave had announced her, but it was obvious the clerk had seen her 'performances' before. "See, we've got a little bit of a problem, though," Dave went on. He'd slipped a hand beneath the waistband of Sharon's shorts, & was kneading her ass cheek as he held her close, "She's been working so hard she hasn't gotten to... enjoy herself, if you know what I mean." Sharon blushed, but her body was responding to Dave's teasing hand; she rubbed her thighs together, aware of her budding excitement. "Seems she got away from home without her friend... What can you suggest?" Suddenly animated, the clerk couldn't get the case between them open fast enough.

"We've got some great choices," his patter reminded Sharon of a car salesman, "From these new 'ben wa' balls that have a built in vibrator & a remote control," he pointed at a small package, priced at $79, "To the mother... er, father, of all dildos," he pointed to a floppy dildo thicker than a salami, priced at $129. Dave shrugged, "She's taken that... Let's do that remote control unit... It's a little small," he winked at the clerk, "But that's a cool trick." He looked along the case. Sharon couldn't help but look, as well. There were long but very thin dildos, short, squat dongs, double dildos, forked rubber cocks, & vibrators in as many sizes. Dave pointed & the clerk brought out another smaller vibrator, 'the Butterfly' that was also advertised as having a remote control. He pointed again & again, & the clerk extracted a heavy, chocolate brown dildo about as thick as a can of tennis balls, & the 'real life Rex Iron' vibrating dildo.

"We have a cool new panty," the clerk told Dave, "Did you see 'Homely Honesty?' They used an earlier version of it," he explained, pulling a box off of a display on the wall behind the counter, "It's another remote unit... There's a vibrator in the front of the panty, like the Butterfly, but without all the funky straps. It's crotchless, so you can still... you know, & the remote has 3 settings-- that's more than the butterfly." Dave nodded.

"Sounds good," he pushed the Butterfly box back toward the clerk, "Guess we can skip this one, then." The clerk nodded, putting the box back under the counter. "Guess we'll need plenty of lube, too, won't we," Dave nudged Sharon. She was horrified, but managed to nod in agreement. The clerk pointed, & Dave stepped away, leaving the nervous, aroused housewife standing alone with all other eyes in the store on her as the frat Brother selected a 40 ounce bottle of Astroglide, & a 24 ounce bottle of 'warming lube.' When Dave nodded, the clerk started to ring things up. Sharon hesitantly provided her credit card, horrified the mousy little man would know her full name, & worried about how the charge would appear on the monthly statement.

Even as the clerk started to run the card, though Sharon cleared her throat, having noticed the display beside the register.

"C-condoms," she murmured, then repeated it more loudly. The clerk paused. Though the prices were greater than she paid at the grocery store, she wasn't sure when she'd get there again. She reached out, randomly choosing 4 separate boxes which the clerk rang up. She blinked at the total... more than $200. She worried, as she signed the credit slip, what Chris might think when he checked the statement at the end of the month. She realized Dave had said something to the clerk, but she didn't know what.

"Sorry man," the chubby clerk shook his head, "I wish we had one... she'd be perfect. All we've got is a few loop booths. Dave shrugged.

"They outfitted?" he winked at the clerk, who snorted.

"Oh yeah... every time the owner tries to prevent it, they have it redrilled within a couple days. So she gave up." Sharon blinked at that, surprised the owner of the place was a woman. Or maybe she'd misheard. Dave was pulling a $20 out of her purse, handing it to the clerk. The man eyed Dave in surprise, then shrugged, pocketing the bill & handing the BZ Brother a key.

"It's got a room on each side?" Dave asked, & the clerk nodded. Dave smiled, "Good... got to make sure my girl here gets off. Catching Sharon's hand, Dave led her along the counter & down a narrow, dingy hall. She frowned at a series of doors with single numbers to each side, eight in all. Dave paused, sliding the key into the lock above the pass knob of the door labeled '3.' Inside, a single bulb hung down. There was a flat panel monitor behind a plexiglass screen, with a bench bolted to the floor. The wood plank of the bench was scored & marked by past visitors, & graffiti marred the walls. Sharon blushed at the 1st reading of what past occupants had thought important enough to leave behind.

She sniffed; the room smelled dank, with a familiar undertone she couldn't place at the moment. Then again, her head was buzzing... she'd guessed there was more than a little booze in the punch Dave had given her, & Dave wasn't giving her time to focus or ask questions as he pushed her into the room & followed her, snapping his fingers as he saw the slot for the DVD player protected behind the front wall.

"Whoops, I forgot to get us some entertainment," he paused, pulling a little HD camera out of a pocket of his jacket. He reversed the unit, holding it out toward Sharon. She blinked, seeing 2 black suction cups. "Lick them for me, little slut," Dave told her. Sharon complied, & the BZ brother deftly stuck the camera near one corner of the room. Using the rotating view screen to check the angle, the big black man nodded, "That'll do... We'll get you off in no time, now, little Bitch... I'll go get a disc, you get..." he pawed through the bag, selecting the Rex Iron dildo, "This lubed up & working that sexy cunt." Sharon noded, accepting the boxed cock & the bottle of lube Dave had selected. He opened the door, holding up the key, "Go ahead & strip for me, Shar'," he winked, "I've got the key... Be a moment." & then he was gone. She waited until she had heard the door click, then stripped down-- it wasn't hard, no more clothing then she was wearing. She looked around, hanging the clothes on a hook on the door back, then opened the rubber dildo, smearing a liberal amount of the vaguely coconut smelling gel over the ropey veined rubber surface.

She bit her lip, a little embarrassed at how big the rubber cock was, & at her easy certainty she could take it all. God knew she was already wet enough. She fingered her seam, amazed to find she was almost dripping wet. She'd sat down on the bench, facing the door. She waited a moment, expecting Dave to be back, but anxious about what he would do if she wasn't using the big cock when he returned, she used the fingers of her left hand to spread her labia, then carefully fitted the thick mushroom tip of the dildo against her sex.

Seeing the blinking red light overhead on the small camera, Sharon was suddenly overcome with a need to peform... She imagined the frat brothers cheering her on as she leaned back & spread her long legs, giving the camera a clear shot as she worked the dildo into her sex, pushing until there was resistance. She let her head sag back, moaning softly, & pulled the thick rubber cock up, pressing it against her clit before she began to move it in & out... God, it felt so good. She giggled, surprised she was already close to a climax... it was so much easier than sex had been with the endless stream of campus flunkies.

Outside the little room, Dave smiled as he watched the handheld unit that picked up the wireless signal his little camcorder was broadcasting to the receiver tucked safely in the back of the Range Rover. They'd really hit the jackpot with this hottie. He glanced at the disc he'd chosen... the latest release including what Sharon had 'bartered' for her tattoos & piercing, followed by the BZ Halloween party. He'd scored a copy from the clerk for free after explaining what he had in mind... the clerk & every other guy in the place had grabbed up every other copy.

"All right now," he whispered to the crowd filling the hall, "Give me a minute to get our girl really going."

"Looks like she's doing fine on her own," one of the patrons laughed. Dave ignored him.

"You want a taste of a pro, & I need something new for the next disc," he reminded them all, "No names, don't try anything stupid & you'll have a story to tell your buddies, & video to back it up," he pointed out, "If you don't want to be seen except as a cock, just look that way," he pointed toward the front of the store, "The moment you leave."

"How're we going to get to enjoy the show," someone else complained. Dave resisted the urge to sigh.

"I'm going to have Frank plug this in to the master unit," Dave waved his handheld receiver, "It'll play what the camera is seeing on all the TV's except this room, right Frank?" the small clerk nodded his head eagerly. Dave was betting the little man was going to record it, but it'd be just one feed. He'd already set up a 2nd to record the various 'customers' going in & out of the rooms in the hallway, & had 2 more he planned to put up once things were going... He'd have footage nobody at the Lion's Den would be able to use. "Don't get overeager," he cautioned, "Wait until I do this," he waved an 'OK' sign over his head, "Then take turns... Don't fight, she's gonna be more than able to handle the lot of you." There were murmured comments, but no one was arguing... just a look at the case for anyone who hadn't heard of the newest local porn sensation was enough to quash any worry she'd poop out.

"Uhm, you want me to set it up?" the clerk held out a hand & Dave handed him the little receiver unit. "I'll keep the money up front." Dave nodded.

"Good... & the releases, too... make sure they're signed... If there's any trouble from this, you're the one we'll be able to find," he didn't need to sound ominous... the gathered customers were all more than eager to experience what would usually be only a 'I never thought these stories were real until it happened to me,' bit in Penthouse. "& careful, guys," he warned, "If I see a cock come through without a raincoat I'll lop it off." A couple at the edge drifted back, he was fairly sure, to grab some condoms off of the display. "C'mon," he reminded them, wanting to offer more carrot than stick, "This is one hot piece of ass... She's gonna blow your mind, & when we're done she'll pose with each of you, so don't screw it up for everybody." He realized they hadn't talked about that, "In fact, since you'll probably want her to sign a disc or something, talk about it with Frank, here, while I make sure she's good to go... He'll decide what it'll cost for the picture & anything you want signed." He didn't have to set it up to be sure the mousy clerk would give up half of whatever he made on that little side venture... This sort of even was going to make the Lion's Den more famous than any other adult hole in the state. He smiled & winked, "Well, guys, I guess I'm off to get her going." Motioning for the others to be quiet, he used the key to slip into the room.

Dave paused, after getting into the small booth. Sharon was truly an awe inspiring site. She was leaning far back, head back, legs spread wide as she worked the big rubber cock in & out, using the entire length except for what was in her petite hands. Her nipples stood up proudly, skin flushed with arousal, breath panting audibly in the narrow room. Dave stepped around her, running his fingers up her right inner thigh as he passed. She groaned.

"Don't stop, little BZ Bitch," he chuckled, "Lemme get this going, & then we'll have some fun." He put the disc in the player, nodding when it immediately began to spin up, not requiring the usual quarters... Frank was on the job. At the same time, he deftly affixed the other cameras, near a front corner & in the middle of the front wall above the monitor, & made sure they were on. The small screens he turned so he could always check what was being captured. Sharon's eyes were still closed... he guessed she was cumming, the way she was shivering & jerking. He pushed the button, advancing through the 'home scene' of her movie, then speeding through most of the piercing & tattoos.

"... want your cock... fuck me, baby... please fuck me!" Sharon moaned, hearing her voice over the room's carefully concealed speakers.

"Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?"

"Ahh... I have to... have to pay you." On screen the pretty white housewife arched her back in obvious pleasure as the tattoo artist thrust his naked cock into her cunt.

"Yeah, that's right... What'd this fine ass buy you?"

"Oh ,God... I wanted some piercing." Dave laughed, seeing Sharon watching herself on the screen, upside down because of her position on the bench.

"Damn you are such a hot slut," he taunted, "That's been a best seller... Got women all over the Midwest rushing out to get matching 3 & 2's," he smiled at Sharon, whose eyes were still fixed on the screen as her hands worked the rubber cock in & out, more fervently then when he'd entered. "Ain't you hot shit, BZ Bitch?" Sharon bit her lip & nodded. She'd just had a wonderful climax with the big cock, but it wasn't enough. She giggled, wondering what kind of slut she must be. Dave unzipped, "Between that & watching you with ol' Rex there," his cock sprang free, "I don't think I need any more oral if you're ready to take the real thing." Nodding, Sharon eagerly yanked the big dildo out of her open, drooling sex. She scrambled to her feet, turning at Dave's instruction & bending over, bracing her hands on the bench as he moved behind her. "Ever been fucked while watching yourself getting fucked?" he teased, running his cockhead over her wet seam. Sharon whimpered & shook her head in the negative. Dave easily pushed into her from behind. "Well, we've got to change that, then, don't we?"

After getting himself seated, Dave held himself steady, turned slightly to make sure all the cameras could catch the action as the drug & lust fueled housewife humped back at him, impaling herself again & again & again. He smiled, looking alternately where his cock was disappearing into her stretched hole to the action on screen. He leaned over, advancing the footage to the party. He caught her hips, then, slowing her thrusting, laughing when she whined in protest, trying to overcome the resistance of his hands. He easily pushed her almost totally off of his cock before abruptly letting go. Sharon gasped & cried out as she impaled herself fully on his cock. She mindlessly resumed thrusting, hungry to cum again, eyes fixed on what she was doing on the small television screen.

Feeling the tremble of her muscles, Dave guessed she was about to cum again, not that it mattered, really... he knew she'd be so hot she wouldn't argue with what he was going to do. He'd bet Shaun she'd let him do anything once they were through making money on her... He wasn't sure, yet, how he was going to prove that, but there were some intriguing possibilities tickling his imagination...