Sex Shop Slut: Even More Cock

Now, where were we.

Let's start with giving you a quick recap from what I had gotten up to so far.

I told you about how me and my boyfriend Doug had turned 18, but we were waiting until marriage to have sex. As good Catholics that was the proper way to do it.

Then, after speaking to my friend Emily about it, she suggested that I go to a sex toy shop that she has used before.

Eventually, I couldn't hold it in anymore, I needed some form of sexual relief other than my fingers.

At "Sherry's Toys" I met the 20 year old who worked there, Grace, and somehow found myself tied up in their BDSM room, gagged and on my own. That was until I accidentally lost my virginity to not 1, but 2 older men.

After that, Grace surprised me by offering me a job to work there.

So, I broke up with Doug and started working at the sex toy shop. Grace had a uniform made for me, it was designed from my normal catholic clothes except sluttier. It was a very short, plaid skirt and a tight, white blouse that nearly broke open around my DD tits.

In case you forgot, I was only a short, thin girl with long blonde hair but surprisingly large breasts.

Anyway, after working there for two weeks I met a regular client, Mrs Unsworth. A beautiful, older lady with straight brunette hair and a dominant persona. She quickly seduced me and took me into the BDSM room as her submissive. After making her cum, I agreed to spend a full weekend at her as her submissive and I agreed to wearing a butt plug until I next saw her.

Now, this story isn't about my weekend with Mrs Unsworth. To my surprise, I was turning even sluttier and didn't even have to wait the week to see Mrs Unsworth until I had sex with another man.... Or should I say, Men.

The day after I met Mrs Unsworth was a Sunday. Grace was kind enough to allow me every Sunday off when I first agreed to work there.

I was stood, holding a hymn book and quietly singing. I was back in my normal, good girl, catholic clothes. My mum and dad were to my right and the church was completely filled for Sunday mass.

Once the first hymn was finished, I sat down without realising what I had done and had to bite my lip to stop from letting out a little yelp.

I tell you what, listening to the priest talk about virtues whilst I had a butt plug inside of me made me feel like a hypocrite, but also turned me on.

No one here knows what a slut I've been, that my ass is filled right now, I thought as I looked around the church.

For an hour or so we all listened to the priest, sang a few hymns and then eventually left.

"So, how's the new job going my angel?" My Dad asked as he drove the car.

I was in the back seat, trying to get a comfortable position that didn't push the plug too deep in me.

"Yeah, it's good." I replied as I shuffled about.

"If you ever don't want to get the bus in, I can always drive you." He said.

There was no chance I was letting my Dad anywhere near where I worked, in case he somehow found out what it really was.

But I wanted to act calm and normal.

"Thank you, Daddy." I replied like the good girl I was.

A few hours later I was in my room just relaxing when my phone started to ring and I saw it was my friend Emily. I hadn't spoken to her since I told her I broke up with Doug.

"Hey Emily, how come you weren't at mass?" I asked her.

"Ah I couldn't be bothered today, I just told my mum that I was ill," She said with a little laugh, "If you're even brave enough to be a bit rebellious then we could skip it together."

If only she knew what I have been up to.

Emily had always been more rebellious than me, I knew she would have a heart attack if I told her what I had gotten up to the last couple of weeks. However, I wasn't ready to tell her anything about that yet.

I was just exploring, finding myself and I didn't want the shame from people I actually knew finding out.

"Maybe." I replied back.

We spoke for a while, just general chit chat.

Then the next day I went into work. Grace always opens it up and when I got in she greeted me with a smile.

There she was, the beautiful, 20 year old Grace. Dark red hair, red lipsticks, tattoos down her arms. She was a little thicker than me but not fat, more curvy. As she smiled I found myself staring at her lips.

I can't believe she kissed me, I thought, remembering her tender, sensual kiss. The feel of her tongue piercing against me sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Does she want to sleep with me?

"Morning slut," Grace said loudly and started to put cash into the till, "how was church yesterday? Did you confess your sins?" She laughed out.

I worked out fairly early on that Grace was not religious at all.

I knew, deep down inside that I should confess the sins of what I had gotten up to. But I couldn't bare Father Daniels knowing that about me. He wouldn't tell anyone, the confessions were highly kept secrets, but I still didn't want him to know... not yet anyway.

"Erm, no." I replied back.

I didn't know if it was because I was embarrassed of what Grace knew about me, or that I had gotten shy around her since our kiss.

Never before had I thought about girls in a sexual way, until I had sex with Mrs Unsworth and then kissed by Grace. The thoughts took over a lot of day after that.

"Anyway," Grace replied and opened the storage cupboard, "seemed we had a fair few guys in the BDSM room last night, do you mind giving it a mop?"

It wasn't a pleasant task, but I guess working there wasn't going to be fun all of the time.

"Sure thing." I replied and took the mop.

I knew Grace was pretty chill and a happy girl, but I still wanted to do a good job and impress her. So I cleaned that BDSM room until it was shining. You could eat off of that floor after I was done with it, not that you would, knowing what goes on in that room.

When we took our break for lunch Grace got us a sandwich from a café around the corner and we sat together behind the till.

"So, how was Mrs Unsworth?" Grace asked me before taking her first bite.

Instantly my face burnt red. Obviously Grace knew I had slept with her, but she didn't know the details. Something I was very nervous to share.

"Erm, yeah, it was good." I whispered and took a bite from my egg and cress sandwich.

"Is that it?" Grace joked out, "Good? I was expecting you to say she fucked you senseless or something with the way she tries to seduce me."

Her words made me more and more embarrassed. I was still trying to occasionally act like Grace, confident and comfortable with my sexuality, but inside, I was still basic Zara.

"Well," I replied, faking confidence, "I am going to spend next weekend at hers."

Grace let out a smile as she looked at me, "That's more like it, the whole weekend?"

"Y-yeah," I told her, Zara! Stay confident! "She said I'm going to be her submissive for the full weekend."

"Now that, I would like to see." Grace told me.

Not only did I blush, but between my legs twitched.

There was something about Grace that I hadn't realised before our kiss, she was beautiful, sexy and seductive all at the same time.

It was a couple of hours later, a quite day when Grace shouted out to me from the other side of the shop.

"Hey, I'm having a little get together at my place tomorrow after work if you want to come?" She asked me.

"Like, a party?" I asked her.

I've never been to a party before, never even invited.

I was one of the few Catholics at the high school I went and no one ever seemed to want to invite the religious girl to a party. So her invite was definitely a shock to me.

"Yeah, nothing wild, just some mates. You game?" She asked.

Her voice made it sound like it was nothing, just a regular question. But inside I was jumping for joy! Someone wanted me, little, Catholic, goody two shoes Zara around for a party!!

"Yeah, I'll just have to check with my parents." I told her, trying to hide my excitement.

"Cool, just let me know. I can drive you round to mine after work and you can always stay over if you want." Grace said calmly as she carried on working.

The rest of the day I couldn't keep the smile from my face. When I got home, but not before changing to my normal catholic girl clothes, I ran up to my dad, knowing he was the softer one.

"Daddy." I said in my most innocent girls voice.

"Yes sweetie?" He asked, knowing I wanted something.

"Grace, the girl I work with, she's asked if I wanted to hang out tomorrow after work. She said I could stay at hers, is that okay?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Hmmm," My dad hummed, "I don't know, we've never met this girl. How can we know you will be safe?"

"We'll just be hanging out Daddy, just me and her, doing girly stuff. Pleeeaaseee?" I asked.

I could see he wasn't set on his decision, until a smile took over his face.

"Okay, but keep your phone on you at all times." He said firmly and I jumped at him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Thank you Daddy!" I told him.

At work the next day I told Grace, still trying to act casual. That day went quite slowly, barely any customers came it and I found myself glancing at Grace every now and again. Wondering if she was attracted to me.

After work, Grace was locking up the shop when she turned to me.

"Ready?" She asked.

"2 secs." I replied.

I ran into the changing rooms and got out of my work, slutty uniform and put on my normal Catholic girl outfit.

A plaid dress that went to my knee. A white blouse, although it wasn't tight, I still struggled to hide my large chest and my thigh high, white, cotton socks.

When I came out I saw Grace me a funny look, but she didn't say anything.

I knew I was trying to be more outgoing and adventurous, but there was no way I was going to a party, filled with strangers dressed like a slut. I'll just feel so much more comfortable in my normal clothes and without anyone slut shaming me.

I had a bag with some pyjamas in, a toothbrush and a hairbrush just in case.

"Right, lets go." She said and we left the shop and got into her small, beat up car.

She only lived a few minutes away and when we got there I found out she rented a small house to herself.

Grace gave me a tour, she had a living room that was pretty spacious with a sofa and two arm chairs and a table in the middle. A kitchen, one bathroom and two bedrooms.

"You can dump your stuff in there if you want." She said when we went into the spare room.

It had a double bed but not much else, and it was next to her bedroom.

It wasn't long later when a few of her mates started to arrive.

Many of them were like her, a bit rebellious looking, but some normal looking people as well. Grace introduced me to most but she quickly found herself chatting to her friends.

I didn't really know what to do. I wanted to be cool, outgoing and to speak to people. But I found myself stood in the corner, listening to the random, painfully loud, music playing and on my own.

I watched the 20 something people all chatting and drinking as I just imagined what it would be like to be like them. To be confident and just be able to speak to them all.

I'm just not cool enough, I bet they're wondering why Grace even invited me. They all probably think I'm dork that...

"Hey," A male's voice said and brought me out of my daydream, I turned my head and saw a very handsome man stood next to me smiling, "you okay?"

He had short brown hair, he was much taller than me and he looked pretty muscular. His shaved face showed off his amazing jawline.

"H-hi." I stuttered out.

Get it together Zara! Act normal!

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked.

"Oh, erm, just a water please." I replied with a whisper.

He gave me a smile before heading off, Oh Zara you idiot! As if I just said water!

As he walked away I couldn't help but get lost whilst staring at him, he really was an attractive man.

To my surprise though, he quickly came back with a glass of water in his hand.

"Oh, thank you." I replied and took it off of him.

When he smiled at me I felt like my heart melted a bit.

"I don't think we've met before right? I'm Brad." He said and held out his hand.

Once I reached forward and felt his hand touch mine, my heart skipped a few beats.

"I'm....," Oh my god! What's my name again?! "Zara!" I almost shouted, "I work with Grace."

"Zara, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He said and lifted my hand in his and kissed the back of my palm.

I felt my cheeks burn red and I let out a stupid, girlish giggle.

"How... How do you know Grace?" I managed to stutter out.

"Oh we've known each other for years, we went school together." He told me.

As I stood there, staring at him, I looked down and realised he had water in his plastic cup as well.

"You're not drinking?" I asked, maybe I'm not the only loser here that doesn't drink.

"No, I play football and our coach is pretty strict on drinking and our diet." He told me.

That explains why he looks so fit.

"What, erm, what position do you play?" I asked, trying to seem like I knew anything about football.

He just smiled back at me, clearly it was obvious I knew nothing about the sport.

"I play Centre Forward," He said, "how long have you worked with Grace?"

"Only a couple of weeks now, I'm really enjoying it though." I told him and sipped my water.

"I've got to say, you don't strike me as someone that would work with her." He said with his beautiful smile.

I had to admit, standing there and talking to Brad, it felt like there was no one else in the room. I couldn't believe that a gorgeous, football player wanted to speak to me of all people at this party.

"I'm pretty new, but I think I'm doing an alright job." I told him, getting a little bit more relaxed.

"Well I know Grace was looking for someone for ages," Brad continued, "she turned loads away, there must be something special about you."

I didn't know she was looking for so long, I wondered why she offered me the job so easily then.

"But to be fair," Brad said and I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, "I can see why she would want you around."

"Why... why's that?" I nervously asked.

"There's something about you," He said and suddenly I felt his hand softly land on my forearm, "not just because you're beautiful."

I couldn't believe it, my heart was beating out of my chest and my cheeks felt rosy red.

I couldn't believe it even more when I realised he was slowly leaning in to kiss me. I instinctively closed my eyes and moved closer, until I felt his lips touch mine.

My body was on fire! I was kissing this hot, clearly popular man.

His hand was lovingly holding my arm as out lips pressed together. In a few second, I felt my mouth open and then his tongue pushed in against mine.

My own hand moved and touched his arm as we very slowly made out in a room full of people.

It was only for a few seconds before he pulled away. I didn't even realise it at first and kept my eyes closed.

When I opened them, I saw him smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I hope that wasn't too forward of me?" He asked.

"No, not at all." I told him.

His hand slowly moved down my arm until I felt his fingers interlock with mine.

Oh my god! I'm holding hands with a footballer at a party! Emily would never believe this!!

"Do you wanna sit down?" He asked.

I could only nod back in response, it felt like this wasn't real life.

We made our way to the empty sofa, I sat in the middle and Brad to my side but our thighs were touching. Our hands stayed held as I looked around at the room full of people chatting.

"How old are you by the way?" Brad then asked me.

"I'm 18," I replied, "What about you?"

"I'm 21," He said, "So erm, what are you into Zara, any hobbies? Clearly football isn't one of them." He laughed out.

I burst out into a little chuckle myself, was it that obvious I knew nothing about football?

"I like to draw." I told him, the music and the talking in the room was pretty loud so I almost had to shout.

"Oh wow, I'd love to see what you've done some time." He said.

It didn't feel like he was just saying that to get in my pants... or skirt I guess? He genuinely seemed interested.

"I could be open to that." I told him with a smile.

Truthfully, I never showed anyone any of my drawings. Not even my mum and dad. It was just a silly little hobby, I didn't want to embarrass myself. But something about Brad made me feel relaxed.

"How long have you played football for?" I asked.

"What?" He shouted back, clearly the noise in the room was too loud.

I automatically leant forward and into his ear.

"How long have you played football?" I shouted to him.

Then I felt him lean into me, his lips so close to my ear, his warm breath on my neck, it was amazing.

"Since I could walk really, don't know what else I would do." He laughed.

When he stopped talking I turned and our faces were mere inches apart. I felt his hand squeeze mine a little and my entire body felt tingly.

Be confident.

I took the charge, I leant forward and pressed my lips against his.

Thank god, I felt him kiss me back. Once again I opened my mouth and made out with this gorgeous man, not caring that the entire room could see us.

Then I felt his hand leave mine and instead land on my thigh.

My pussy twitched.

My hand reached up and held onto his cheek as our kissing turned more passionate. Our tongues danced along each other's and I could feel my breathing grew heavier.

After a while I had fully relaxed around Brad. When we weren't kissing he would hold my hand and we would chat.

For hours we just sat there, enjoying each other's company as the party started to die down.

Eventually, there was just me and Brad on the sofa. Grace and a tall, black man she was flirting with and two other lads in the living room.

That was when Grace sat on the floor next to me and Brad.

"I hope you're looking after my apprentice." Grace said to Brad.

Apprentice?

"I'm doing my best." He said back to her and I squeezed his hand with a smile on my face.

"You two look cute together." Grace said and I burnt with embarrassment, "So, Brad, are you going to ask for her number or what? I hope you're not just planning on fucking her and leaving her!"

OH MY GOD!

I couldn't believe Grace just said that! She was so forward! I could feel my shyness coming back out.

"Of course I was," Brad told her and I moved my head to stare at him in shock, he wanted my number? "I'd love to go on a proper date with you." He said to me.

I couldn't help but smile and once again it felt like it was just him and me in the room.

"If you want to?" He asked when I didn't say anything.

"Of course." I finally replied.

We sat there again for a little while until the other lads came and sat around the table with the rest of us.

"Hey, who wants to play strip poker?" One of them asked.

He was tall as well and very muscular, almost body builder like.

"Fuck sake Pete, you have to get naked everywhere you go?" Grace joked out at him.

Pete, okay, remember that.

"Hey, it was Sam's idea!" Pete shouted and pointed at the other lad.

Pete and Sam, I mentally remembered.

"Hmmm," Grace said and looked around the group, "fine!"

Wait, what! Strip poker?

I could feel my nerves coming back to the surface, but I wanted to seem cool and outgoing to Brad. So I just stayed quiet as they dealt the cards.

Without knowing any of the rules, I quickly lost the first hand but luckily I only had to take off one shoe.

After that, Brad explained the rules to me and I wasn't too bad. I didn't win any, but I didn't lose them either.