Chapter 6. Madame’s Michelle, Virginie and Natalie

With my arms and legs bound with nylon pantyhose and my head covered by an expensive cashmere silk pair, I was forced to hobble down the stairs by Madame Michelle who was in a silk Geisha-style kimono with long slits for her sexy long legs. “Faster Monsieur Priest” she urged WHUMP! “Argghhh!” the occasional swift kick between my legs from behind was all the encouragement she needed to give.

As we entered the shop floor I was mortified to find that we were not alone. People were going to see me trussed up like a turkey for a Christmas oven and with my limp dick flopping out from my trousers. Across the room, near the entrance, I spotted Madame Virginie the mature owner of the store. I was staggered to see that the plump woman wore nothing apart from a pair of high-quality sheer tan-coloured pantyhose. The long vertical oval of her gusset made it clear that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath those either. The rest of her was bare, and there was a hell of a lot of it. Her breasts were such a huge pair of firm well-shaped beauties with a cleavage that was truly a black hole for any hetro man’s eyes that the stiffness began to grow again in my groin.

I wasn’t the only one to feel like that because crouching awkwardly in front of her was one of the scruffs that I had seen earlier with a solid throbbing erection sticking out exposed from the front of his trousers. A bow made from a pair of child’s sparkly pink pantyhose was embarrassingly tied around his erection. He was wincing in agony as the mega-buxom woman held his arm in the crook of her arm stressing his elbow with what seemed to be a very strong forearm covered with thick creeper like veins. Not that he could complain for his face was buried deep between those awesome breasts with her other arm wrapped around the back of his head and gripping the other wrist locking it in place. “Mmmm mmmm!” his cries were muffled by her huge pillow mounds of breast while his dick throbbed wildly. “He just keeps cumming” she explained to Madame Michelle, sparing a glance at my own exposed dick which embarrassingly rose to the occasion at the sight of those magnificent bare breasts. “Strangely it happens to all men I fight with Judo while topless” a tight smile crept on her lips as my dick lurched in response.

Suddenly she released his head and turned around swinging the man’s arm over her broad shoulder and pulling his body close against her back. “Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhhhh!” he moaned deliriously like an imbecile as she leant slightly forwards forcing him to his toes with his aching erection pressed right against the wide ample nylon-clad peach of a backside. “Too much, too much” he moaned. Leaning further forwards, he is loaded onto her broad back with his feet dangling pivoting with his groin on her backside. “Nnnnarr nnnarrr nnnarrr” his face becomes ecstatic as he loses it completely and I can’t blame him, her breasts are amazing and her big buttocks look rock-hard with with visibly clenching glutes. “See! I told you. More Judo than a man can possibly handle” she exclaimed. With that she momentarily lowered his feet to the floor before sharply leaning forward and whipping him over her shoulder with incredible speed with her huge unfettered breasts bouncing around wildly. KABLAM! His back hit the floor so hard, he actually bounced. “I may have big tits but they don’t stop me slamming you around” she addressed this to me and my dick throbbed hard in response for I really would have loved to been thrown around by this big-busted woman. “Maybe later after I’ve finished with him” Madame Michelle’s voice came from over my shoulder. A slender shin slid between my upper thighs from behind me and rose to the apex of my legs and began rubbing my ball sack with the dainty foot arching upwards so that I could feel the nylon rub against the bare skin of my dick. “Move towards the tills” she commanded. The consequences of disobeying were agonising clear and not wanting to have my balls kicked by a woman who was a high ranking black belt in Karate, I turned and proceeded to hobble forwards.

“Oh well. I guess I have to play with you until I break you” I heard Madame Virginie address the groaning form on the floor clutching his back “Now get up and let me throw you some more” “No more please, you’re killing me” he pleaded. “Tough!” she exclaimed. Snatching a frilly pink party dress from a nearby rack she flung it in his face. “Put this on then we’ll see how you look in Wolford 50’s” she demanded. Visibly shaking the yob began to pull on the dress while the plump buxom woman wearing only pantyhose stood over him looking dominant and totally in command. “Hurry up. I want to see how fast I can throw you before I knock you out”. The yob gave a frightened whimper while staring at that huge wide low-hanging rack with rampant desire.