Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I wondered what I was going to do about it. I was already shifting from foot to foot, pressing my thighs together when the big Brute wasn’t watching. I needed some relief from the pressure that was building inside me, but I wasn’t sure how to get it.
The minute we got to the extra-curvy department, Slade started picking out lingerie for me to wear.
“Wait—I can’t wear these in public!” I protested as he chose a purple demi-cup bra that didn’t even look like it would cover my nipples. “Not even under my clothes!”
“Who said you’re going to have any other clothes on?” He gave me a lascivious smile and turned to the attendant—a short, older woman with gray hair and thick oculars perched on her beak-like nose. “We’re going to need access to a dressing room so my wife can try these on—a private one,” he ordered.
The attendant frowned.
“Forgive me, Sir, but I’m afraid we don’t allow anyone to try these garments on. All of our lingerie must be fresh and untouched or no one would want to buy it.”
“I’ll buy every single piece she tries,” Slade told her. He pulled out a black cred chip and handed it to her. “Put it all on this and show us to a room. And you can tack on a generous commission for yourself,” he added. “Just make it happen.”
The woman gave us a dubious look but at last she nodded.
“All right—this way, please. We do have a room where you can try them but it’s at the back of the department.”
Slade gathered the armful of garments he had selected for me—I had only chosen a few myself—and we followed her. I noticed that my new husband had no problem at all carrying women’s underwear around in public, which was something no man of L’Crist would be caught doing. They would be afraid that being seen or associated with lacy, girly items would make them look less masculine. With Slade, it was the opposite—he walked with his chin high and his broad shoulders back. There was an air of powerful self-confidence about him I couldn’t help admiring.
The saleslady led us to a room at the very end of the lingerie department. It seemed to be exclusive because there was a sign on the door that said, Private—No Admittance.
“Here we are. No one will bother you while you try on your chosen items,” the saleslady said as she produced a key and opened the door.
“Good—make sure they don’t,” Slade growled.
She nodded and closed the door behind us.
Inside the room was much like the other dressing room with a mirror on one wall and a padded bench to sit on. There was also pale pink fur carpeting on the floor which felt luxuriously soft and silky under my bare feet after I took off my shoes.
“All right, baby—let’s try these.” Slade was already selecting a set of scarlet panties that were practically see-through. Even worse, the bra that went with them was the kind that had holes where the nipples should be.
I knew it wouldn’t do any good to protest getting naked in front of him, but I couldn’t help blushing as I took off my dress and my plain and modest beige lace bra. Once I got into it, my nipples stuck out stiffly through the holes in the scarlet bra. They were aching fiercely but I didn’t know what to do about it.
You could always ask your husband for help, suggested a little voice in my head.
I pushed it away fiercely. Last night Slade had sucked my peaks to make me feel better, and I had allowed him to do it in order to ease my pain. But there was a difference between letting the big Brute do that to me and asking him to. I told myself again that I couldn’t bow to the pressure I felt growing inside me—I couldn’t give in to The Need, no matter how fierce it got.
But it wasn’t until I pulled on the matching scarlet panties—which were much smaller than any other pair I had ever worn—that I began to be really embarrassed. A damp spot began forming on the see-through panel in the front at once—showing exactly how wet my pussy had gotten.
“All right, now stand in front of the mirror,” Slade ordered. “Let me know if you like your new lingerie.”
I did as he said, doing my best to keep my hand casually in front of my crotch, to hide the wet spot. But Slade saw what I was doing at once.
“I don’t think so, Princess,” he said, frowning. Coming to stand behind me, he pulled my hands to my sides. “Now look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are.”
Biting my lip, I looked in the mirror. I saw an extra-curvy woman who would have been considered too old to be interesting to anyone back on L’Crist. She was wearing a bra that showcased her ripe nipples and a pair of panties with a damp spot. In fact, when I looked closer, I saw that the spot had spread, making the nearly transparent panel in the front completely see-through. My cunny lips were clearly visible through the fabric, making me wince with shame and try once more to cover up.