Chapter 11

Emily goes clothes shopping and gets fucked by the store manager and his son.

Emily stood before her closet, clad only in a black lace bra and thong, contemplating what to wear she wanted something that would make her feel sexy and confident, but nothing too revealing. As she rifled through her clothes, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on her door. Her large 36E breasts were perky, her hips curved just right, and her legs went on for days. She couldn’t help but admire herself for a moment before realizing she needed to get a move on.

Time was ticking, and Emily still hadn’t found the perfect outfit. Desperate, she decided to take a trip to the mall, hoping that one of the stores would have something that would suit her taste. As she stepped into the first shop, she was immediately greeted by the store manager, a handsome man in his early forties. He introduced himself and offered his assistance, and Emily couldn’t help but feel a slight tingle in her stomach as she spoke to him.

“Well, Miss, what are you looking for today?” He couldn’t just come out and say that to a stranger. Instead, she settled on a more innocent reply. “I’m just looking for something casual, really. Nothing too fancy.” The manager nodded understandingly and led her deeper into the store, his son trailing behind them.

As they browsed through the racks, Emily couldn’t help but notice the way the manager’s son, who was only a few years older than her, kept glancing over at her. There was something in his eyes that made her feel uncomfortable, but also excited. She knew she was being foolish, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

The store manager, sensing her discomfort, decided to take matters into his own hands. He excused himself and his son, claiming that he needed to attend to some business in the back. Once they were out of sight, he turned to Emily and said,

“I know what you’re really looking for. Why don’t you try this on?” He handed her a white lace bra and thong set, and Emily couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She nodded mutely and headed for the changing room, wondering what was going on and if she was in over her head.

As Emily stepped into the changing room, she could hear the soft rustle of clothes as the manager and his son began to undress. She knew she should leave, but something held her back. A mixture of curiosity and fear kept her rooted to the spot, and before she knew it, she found herself pressed against the door, watching as they undressed each other. Their bodies were perfect, and their desire for one another was palpable. Emily couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her.

The manager led his son to a nearby bench, where they knelt facing each other. His son’s cock was already hard, and the manager took it in his hand, stroking it gently. Emily’s breath hitched as she watched them, her own body responding to the sight with a tingle of arousal. The manager leaned forward, taking his son’s cock into his mouth, and began to suck, his tongue swirling around the head.

His son moaned loudly, arching his back, and Emily felt a surge of desire course through her veins.

Suddenly, the manager stood up, motioning for her to come out of the changing room. Emily stepped out, her heart pounding, her body trembling with anticipation. The manager smiled at her; his eyes gleaming with lust. “You look stunning, Emily. You’re just what we’ve been looking for.” He gestured for her to join them on the bench, and she hesitantly obeyed. As she knelt between the two men, she could feel their hot breath on her skin, their hands exploring her body with a familiarity that both terrified and thrilled her.

The manager positioned her body so that she was straddling his son, and she felt the hardness of his cock press against her. “Ride him,” he commanded, and she did as she was told. As she began to move her hips, she could feel the warmth of their bodies, the wetness of their mouths, the strength of their hands. It was overwhelming, but in a way that made her feel wanted, desired, needed. The sounds of their moans filled the air, echoing off the walls of the empty store, and Emily closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly desired.

As she felt the inevitable climax building inside her, she knew there was no turning back. She gave herself over to the moment, surrendering completely to the pleasure that these two men were giving her. Their hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements, urging her on, and as she came, crying out in ecstasy, she felt a sense of release and completion wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly wanted.

The manager and his son exchanged satisfied looks as they watched Emily’s body shudder with the force of her orgasm. They knew they had her now, and there was no going back. They continued to pleasure her, taking turns thrusting into her, their hands exploring every inch of her skin, their lips leaving trails of wetness wherever they touched. The air in the room was thick with the scent of their arousal, and Emily could feel the heat emanating from their bodies as they moved together in a rhythm that was both primal and irresistible.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, oblivious to everything but the sensations that coursed through their veins. They were a unit, a perfect triangle of desire and need, and Emily felt as though she was a part of something bigger than herself. She closed her eyes, giving in to the sensations, the feelings, the desires that were being awakened within her, and as she did so, she knew that this was only the beginning.

Their lovemaking continued for what seemed like hours, each thrust deeper, each caress more intense. Emily felt herself being drawn deeper into their world, her own inhibitions melting away beneath the heat of their passion. And when at last they came together, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the air, she knew that she had found something truly special. Something she could never have imagined. As they lay there, spent and sated, Emily felt a sense of peace wash over her, and she knew that she had found her place in the world.

With the last shudder of their release, reality began to creep back in. Emily became aware of the sounds of cars passing outside, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead, the soft hum of the store’s air conditioning unit. She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to process what had just happened.

The manager and his son were both watching her, their expressions unreadable. Emily swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of shame and desire welling up inside her. “What do you want from me?” she whispered; her voice barely heard above the silence that had fallen over the room.

The manager smiled at her, a knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine. “We want you to be ours,” he said simply. “You’re perfect for us, Emily. And we think you know that.” He paused, taking her hand in his. “You’re one of us now, sweetheart. There’s no going back.”

Emily looked at the manager, then at his son, and finally back to the floor. She knew they were right. There was no going back. And as much as it scared her, a part of her couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. She nodded slowly, her heart racing, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”