Promotion 2 - Sex Stories

Promotion 2

... hallway together, and into the big master bedroom at the end. They were shocked at what they saw in there. The heart shaped canopy bed was one thing. All red velvet and golden tassels; it was breathtaking. The headboard had a sliding glass box that held more sizes of dildos than the shop downstairs sold. The collection of whips above that was quite impressive as well. What really flabbergasted them was the bondage gear lining the walls. There was even a set of stocks, complete with padded kneelers and rotating cuffs to hold the legs in place. “Oh my God.” Miss Peabody whispered. Becky giggled. “Language!” she whispered, then realized what she'd said and shrugged her shoulders. “No, I think you're right, Becky.” Tom smiled. “Miss Peabody should be punished for that, don't you think, little sister?” Becky giggled and gestured around at all the stuff. '”Well, this is certainly the place for it!” 'What do you say, Miss Peabody, do you still want to give me a show?” he smiled. The woman blushed and quickly shook her head. “Not in here. Not with... all this.” she said shyly. “Come to my house, maybe...” she whispered a moment later. “Right, I'm going to be the busiest person in this whole town, between running the store full time and my college classes at night.” Tom laughed. “I'm not going to have time for any shows, sorry.” “Yes, well, good night, you two. I'm glad you're both finally away from your mother. She was stifling the both of you.” Miss Peabody went back downstairs to ...

... her car, and left. “How about you, little sister.” Tom grinned, once they were alone. He gestured around at all the stuff, just the same as Miss Peabody had a moment before. “You want to give me a show?” “I might, Mr. Double Agent.” she grinned. “I swear, I haven't got it.” He grinned back, and folded his arms across his chest. “Are you going to make me search you?” he asked. “Or will you cooperate, and follow orders? I assure you, following orders will go MUCH easier.” “I'll cooperate.” she whispered. “What do I have to do?” “You know the routine. Get those clothes off.” Tom said, his voice brooking no argument. She began unbuttoning her blouse, then took it off, and unhooked the side of her skirt and took it off as well. She looked at him, hesitating, and then took off her bra at his nod. This time, there was no hiding her modesty behind her hands, and she knew it. She put her hands down at her sides, and let him look at her. “They are perfect.” he declared. “Little sister, you are beautiful.” he said. He reached out and cupped them with both hands. They just filled his palms with their taut flesh, and her nipples hardened into pebbles at his touch. She hissed a breath in between her teeth and smiled, that same gleam in her eye that she'd had last night. He felt himself get hard in his pants, and had to slide one hand down to his groin and adjust himself. “I want to see it.” she whispered shyly, as his hand moved back onto her breast again. “You've gotten to see me twice ...