Chapter 12

Laceyn Carver’s heart thundered in her chest as she stepped once again into Vixen’s Vault, the boutique’s fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over racks stuffed with scandalous outfits—sequined bodysuits, leather skirts that barely qualified as clothing, and tops that screamed sex. At thirty-two, her newly enhanced Double-E breasts strained against the thin white tank top she’d chosen, the fabric clinging to her curves, her nipples faintly visible beneath. Her platinum extensions cascaded over her shoulders, catching every light, and her five-foot-five, 115-pound frame swayed with each step, her denim skirt riding up her thighs.

Beside her, Dane, her sixteen-year-old son, loomed like a predator, his six-foot-three, 250-pound physique radiating raw power. His tight black tee and jeans did nothing to hide the obscene bulge of his eleven-inch cock, and his green eyes raked over her with a hunger that made her pussy throb. The store buzzed with curious stares from staff and customers, their eyes lingering on the scandalous pair, but Lacey reveled in it, her body electric under Dane’s gaze, her mind consumed by the need to please him.

Dane’s hand grazed her ass, his fingers lingering, sending a jolt through her. “Pick something slutty, babygirl,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear as he squeezed her cheek through the skirt. “Something to show off those fucking gorgeous new tits.” His crude words sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening instantly, pressing against the tank top. She bit her lip, her wide blue eyes darting to the racks, her mind racing with images of how he’d react to her in something scandalous.

The store’s staff—a twenty-something brunette with a nose ring and a lanky guy with a man bun—watched from the counter, whispering, their eyes flicking between Dane’s muscular frame and Lacey’s exaggerated curves. A middle-aged woman browsing nearby shot them a disapproving glare, clutching her purse tighter, but Lacey felt only a thrill, her pussy clenching at the thought of being Dane’s display, his perfect slut.

She ran her fingers along the racks, her hands trembling with anticipation, until she landed on a black latex dress, sleeveless, with a plunging neckline that would barely cover her nipples and a hem that promised to ride up her thighs. “This one, Big Daddy?” she asked, her voice a breathy purr, holding it up for his approval. Dane’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes devouring her from head to toe, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a start,” he said, his voice low and commanding, dripping with lust. “Get in there and try it on. I wanna see those tits popping out, making every cock in this place hard.” He gave her ass a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the store, drawing a gasp from a young woman browsing nearby. Lacey’s cheeks flushed, but her pussy pulsed with need, her body humming as she hurried to the changing room, the latex dress clutched against her chest, her heels clicking on the polished floor.

Inside the cramped stall, Lacey stripped off her tank top and skirt, her reflection in the full-length mirror showing a body transformed by Dane’s demands. Her Double-E implants sat high and round, their obscene size making her waist look impossibly narrow, her hips curvaceous and inviting. Her platinum hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her full lips and wide blue eyes, her vacant charm amplified by her new look.

She shimmied into the latex dress, the material clinging to every curve like a second skin, squeaking as it stretched over her massive breasts. The neckline dipped dangerously low, barely covering her nipples, squeezing her tits together to create a deep valley of cleavage that screamed sex. The hem rode up as she moved, exposing the bottoms of her ass cheeks, her black thong barely visible beneath. She ran her hands over her hips, her breath hitching at how exposed she felt, how perfectly slutty. Her pussy was already slick, her thighs glistening as she imagined Dane’s hands on her, his voice praising her, his cock claiming her.

She took a deep breath, smoothing the dress, and stepped out of the changing room, her hips swaying deliberately, her platinum hair bouncing. Dane’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he took her in, his cock straining against his jeans. “Jesus fucking Christ, babygirl,” he growled, stepping closer, his hands immediately finding her waist, pulling her against him. His bulge pressed into her stomach, hard and insistent, making her whimper. “Look at you, a goddamn walking wet dream. Those tits are fucking obscene in that dress, just begging to be fucked.”

His fingers dug into her hips, possessive and rough, as he spun her around, showing her off to the store. The brunette cashier’s eyes widened, her lips parting, while the man bun guy adjusted his glasses, staring openly. A group of college girls nearby whispered, one snapping a quick picture with her phone, their giggles barely masking their shock. Lacey’s face burned, but her pussy throbbed, loving the attention, loving how Dane made her feel like his prize.

“You like it, Big Daddy?” she asked, her voice trembling with need, arching her back to push her breasts out, the latex stretching taut, creaking under the strain. Dane’s hands slid up, cupping her massive tits, his thumbs brushing her nipples through the thin material, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped, her knees weakening, her body melting into his touch.

“Like it? I wanna rip it off and fuck you right here,” he said, his voice dripping with lust, his hands squeezing her breasts hard, the pressure a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. “You’re making every guy in here wish he could have you, but you’re mine, babygirl.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her thong soaked as he maneuvered her toward a rack of lingerie in the back, his hands never leaving her body. He groped her ass, her thighs, her tits, his fingers relentless, claiming every inch of her. The store’s eyes followed them, the air thick with tension, but Lacey didn’t care—she was his, and she loved it.

He pushed her against the rack, the hangers rattling as he pressed himself closer, his bulge grinding into her. “You’re so fucking hot, babygirl,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, his fingers slipping under the hem of the dress, grazing her thong. “I can feel how wet you are already.” His hand slid lower, his fingers finding her pussy, slick and ready, and he shoved two inside her without warning, curling them against her G-spot.

Lacey’s breath caught, her body trembling as he pumped his fingers, slow at first, then faster, his knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” he growled, his other hand mauling her breast, pinching her nipple through the latex. “You love this, don’t you? Showing off those big fake tits, letting everyone see what a slut you are for me.”

Lacey’s head fell back, her lips parting in a stifled moan as she tried to keep quiet, her hands clutching the rack for support. The hangers clinked softly, the sound drowned out by the wet squelch of his fingers in her pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs. “Dane ... oh God,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

The pleasure built relentlessly, her body betraying her as she neared climax, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The rack hid them partially, but the sounds carried, drawing more glances—a middle-aged man paused mid-step, his eyes narrowing, while a young couple whispered furiously, their stares hungry. Lacey’s face burned with shame, but her body craved more, her pussy pulsing with every thrust of his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you, babygirl?” Dane growled, his thumb circling her clit, slow and deliberate, then faster, driving her wild. “Show ‘em how much you love being my fuckdoll.” His fingers curled deeper, hitting her G-spot with precision, his other hand squeezing her breast so hard she whimpered, the pain pushing her closer to the edge. Her legs shook, her heels wobbling on the floor, her body helpless under his assault. “That’s it, you filthy slut,” he murmured, his lips brushing her neck, his fingers relentless. “Cum all over my hand, let ‘em hear you.”

Lacey bit her lip, trying to muffle her cries, but the pleasure was too much, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy gushing around his fingers, soaking her thong and the inside of her thighs. Her whimpers turned to soft shrieks, barely contained, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, her body trembling in his grip.

Dane didn’t stop, his fingers pumping through her orgasm, drawing out every shudder, every gasp. “Fuck, look at you, babygirl,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Cumming like a goddamn whore in the middle of the store.” He added a third finger, stretching her pussy, the sensation overwhelming as she moaned, her body still sensitive, her clit throbbing under his thumb. The rack rattled louder, a hanger falling to the floor, but Lacey was lost in the haze of pleasure, her mind blank except for Dane’s voice, his touch.

He slowed his fingers, teasing her, dragging out the aftershocks until she was panting, her body limp against the rack. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, slick with her juices, and wiped them across the latex dress, leaving a glistening streak. “Good girl,” he said, smacking her ass hard, the sound echoing again, drawing a sharp look from the brunette cashier. “But that isn’t slutty enough. Go find something that screams ‘fuck me.’ I want every inch of you begging for my cock.”

Lacey nodded, her legs shaky, her mind foggy with lust as she stumbled through the store, picking out a few outfits before making her way back to the changing room, the eyes of the store burning into her. Her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks, her thong drenched, her body aching for more. Inside the stall, she peeled off the latex dress, her skin flushed and sensitive, the air cool against her sweat-slicked curves. Her Double-E tits ached from Dane’s rough handling, the implants heavy and tender, every movement sending sparks to her core.

She rummaged through the pile of outfits, her fingers landing on a red vinyl crop top and matching microskirt. The top was a glossy bandeau, barely wide enough to cover her nipples, leaving the undersides of her massive breasts exposed, the vinyl tight and shiny. The skirt was a scandalous strip of fabric, sitting low on her hips, ending just below her pussy, her thong peeking out with every step. She slipped into red platform heels she’d picked up, adding five inches to her height, making her legs look endless. Her platinum hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her obscene cleavage, her reflection a vision of pure, slutty perfection. She felt like a stripper ready for the stage, her pussy dripping again at the thought of Dane’s reaction.

She took a moment to steady herself, her breath uneven, her body still buzzing from her orgasm. The mirror showed a woman transformed, her ditzy charm amplified by the outfit, her body a canvas for Dane’s desires. She smoothed the vinyl, adjusting the top to ensure her nipples were just barely covered, and stepped out, her hips swaying, her heels clicking loudly. The store went quiet, every eye on her— the brunette cashier’s jaw dropped, the man bun guy froze mid-task, and the college girls whispered furiously, their phones out again, snapping pictures.

Dane’s gaze was feral, his cock straining so hard against his jeans it looked painful. He stalked toward her, his eyes blazing, his hands twitching with need. “Holy fuck, babygirl,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You look like a goddamn stripper ready to work the pole. Those tits are fucking perfect, just screaming to be mauled. And that skirt? Shit, I can see your pussy from here.”

Lacey moaned, her body arching into him as he grabbed her, his hands immediately on her breasts, squeezing them through the vinyl, the material creaking under his grip. “You like it, Big Daddy?” she asked, her voice a needy whimper, her nipples aching under the tight fabric.

He spun her around, pressing her against a wall in a corner near a display of fishnet stockings, his hands roaming her exposed midriff, her ass, her thighs. The corner offered little privacy, the staff and customers still watching, their whispers growing louder, but Lacey was too far gone to care. She was his, and she loved how he claimed her.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding, his eyes burning into hers. “I wanna see those new tits bouncing while you suck my cock.” Lacey’s breath caught, her pussy clenching at his words, her body eager to obey. She dropped to her knees, the cold floor biting into her skin, her hands fumbling with his zipper. His massive cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the sight making her mouth water. She wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue swirling, tasting the salt of his precum, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.

Dane groaned, his hand tangling in her platinum hair, pulling tight, guiding her deeper. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth,” he said, his hips thrusting, forcing himself past her lips, stretching her jaw. “Look at those tits, babygirl, bouncing in that slutty top. You’re my perfect little whore, taking it like you were born for it.”

Lacey moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder, his grip tightening in her hair. She took him deeper, her throat stretching, gagging slightly as he fucked her mouth, his thrusts rough and relentless. Her pussy throbbed, her fingers slipping under her skirt to rub her clit, the pleasure building fast as she worked her tongue along his shaft.

The sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the corner, drawing gasps from nearby customers—a young guy in a hoodie stared, his eyes wide, while the middle-aged woman from earlier huffed and stormed toward the exit. Lacey didn’t care, her world narrowed to Dane’s cock, his voice, his dominance. “That’s it, you filthy bitch,” he growled, his hand guiding her head, forcing her to take him deeper. “Rub that pussy while you choke on my cock. You’re so fucking good for me, my number one whore.”

Her fingers moved faster, circling her clit, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she pushed herself closer to climax. Dane’s thrusts grew harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gags turning to desperate moans. “Look at you, babygirl,” he said, his voice dripping with misogynistic praise. “Sucking my cock in front of everyone, showing ‘em what a slut you are. Those tits are fucking perfect, just made for this.”

His words sent her spiraling, her fingers frantic, and she came hard, her body shaking, her moans muffled by his cock. Her pussy gushed, her thighs slick as she rode the waves of pleasure, her eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deep. Dane didn’t slow, his thrusts relentless, his hand pulling her hair so tight it stung, the pain pushing her higher.