The Shopping Spree

Author's note

: The story thus far: On a cold Thanksgiving Eve, under the direction of Jim, Soma is being passed from man to man on a sensual shopping spree. Before handing him off to the first man, Jim made Soma insert a remote controlled vibrating butt plug. Each one has taken him to a different store and bought him an item of women's clothing which he has to wear for the duration of the experience: crotchless fishnet pantyhose, a thong panty and a bralette. In return, Soma has to pleasure each man orally. After an intense encounter at a shoe store, Gordon buys him a pair of flats and ravishes Soma's feet through the open insteps. After being fed his fifth load of the afternoon, Soma has fallen asleep under a blanket, cold and exhausted, in the back of the van owned by the next man.

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The next thing I remembered was a hand gently stroking my hair and cheek. I moaned softly, feeling the warmth and comfort. Then, my eyes snapped open and I realized what had happened.

"I'm so sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"That's OK, Soma. You looked so peaceful and cute there, I didn't have the heart to wake you up. I must say, you're a sound sleeper: we're here at our destination and you slept through the traffic. And, in case you were wondering, I'm Fred."

His voice was a comforting baritone. His body suited it perfectly. He was the epitome of the distinguished gentleman. His hair was pure white and sat atop a face that was lined with wisdom, not debauchery. His smile was warm and his eyes...his eyes were deep blue and reflected kindness and something else I couldn't identify...something wistful.

"I didn't realize how tired I am. Thank you for letting me nap, Sir."

"I can imagine you've been through a lot today. Gordon told me a bit about your experience in the shoe store. I'm truly sorry you have to put up with people like that."

"C'est la vie, Sir. Frankly, I'm surprised there hasn't been more of that kind of reaction."

"You've lived here long enough to know this area is, over all, reasonably tolerant. Here, sit up a bit and get your bearings. Did anyone tell you how cute you are when you wake up?"

"No, Sir, not recently."

I sat up with the blanket still wrapped around me and Fred joined me on the bench seat. He put his arm around my shoulders for a hug and I saw he was a head taller than me and in good shape, much better shape than I was. He squeezed my shoulder, lifted my chin up, and looked like he wanted to lean in. I was definitely not looking for a kiss, but I didn't want to be rude, so I merely looked at him expectantly.

"Nothing personal, Soma, but you might want this," he said, handing me two pieces of mint gum. I blushed, and took them from him. He smiled at me, letting me know he found my post-nap cum breath as cute as he found me, though how he found either appealing was beyond me.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, as I chewed my breath fresh and adjusted to my new surroundings. I looked out the front window and saw we were back at the beginning of my journey, the same adult boutique where Jim had bought me my fishnet crotchless pantyhose and the butt plug which had become a part of me I now took for granted.

"Before we go into the store, I'd like you to put these on," he said, pointing at the sandals with the four inch heels Gordon had chosen for me and that had made their way to the floor in front of me.

I looked up at him quizzically. "Are you sure, Sir? Everyone in the store will see them and know what's under my clothes. What if someone takes a picture? I don't want to be someone's TikTok video."

Fred placed two fingers on my lips. "Shh, Soma. I know you're worried about being exposed, but look outside. It's already getting dark and the parking lot isn't exactly packed. Do you really think anyone's going to be looking at your shoes?"

"No, Sir," I replied slowly, still not sure about this. "But what about when I'm inside?"

"When you're inside, if anyone is looking at the shoes you're wearing now, do you really think they're going to think they're brogues? Besides, I suspect folks who visit this establishment are used to...more creative attire, shall we say?"

"I suppose you're right, Sir," I sighed, "At this point, it probably won't matter."

"That's the spirit, Soma! And," he added, taking my face in his hands and drilling his eyes into mine, "I want you to know that I'll be with you every step of the way and won't let anything bad happen to you, and I definitely won't let anyone film you. You have my word."

How he could make that promise, I had no way of knowing. But, somehow, I knew I would be safe with him.

He kept my face in his hands and our eyes locked as I kicked off the wedges and slid my feet into the heels. It was awkward trying to maneuver without seeing what I was doing, but I could't pull away from his gaze, even if I wanted. He was narrowing my universe to his presence. I remembered staring down the bigot in the shoe store and realized Fred was establishing his dominance over me. Surprisingly, I didn't mind.

I managed to buckle the straps and turned my ankles as best I could, doing my best vamp imitation. Fred broke his gaze and whistled his approval at my stockinged legs. His smile brought a glow to me: I really wanted him to approve.

Get a hold of yourself, Soma. This is a bit of oral fun, not a romance. You like men for their cocks and nothing else, remember? You're just exhausted from the afternoon's events and are experiencing a bit of Stockholm Syndrome. Get your act together.

"Do you like them, Sir?"

"Very much so, Soma," he said, pulling the blanket off me and giving me the once over. "You're quite the looker."

"I've never been accused of that, Sir."

"Well, I'm accusing you of that and I think my judgement is sound. Moreover, I'm accusing you of being a bright, sensual, intelligent man who is finally getting to show the world how very special he is."

"You're making me blush, Sir, but thank you for trying to make me feel good about how I look."

"I'm not flattering you, Soma. I'm only stating self-evident truths about a very special person."

"Damn, Sir, you're giving me goose bumps. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"And if I was, how would you say I was doing?"

"I can't honestly say. However, given that I don't think of men that way and I can't honestly say how you're doing, I guess you must be doing a pretty good job."

His fingertips moved up to my neck and I gasped with pleasure as he stroked my vein. I could not draw my eyes away from him. I was getting in way over my head and needed to get this back to a cocksucking adventure quickly.

"It's getting late, Sir, and the store will be closing soon. May I have my pants and shirt?"

"Do you trust me to take care of you, Soma?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, wondering where this was going, but not caring for the loaded question.

"I'm glad you do, Soma. You won't need your shirt and pants. Here's your jacket. Put it on and we'll go in."

It had gone exactly where I feared it would and I pulled away in shock.

I had a feeling that would happen, but I didn't protest like I knew I should. After all, the heels were a dead giveaway anyway, and my jacket went down almost to the bottom of my tush. As long as I walked carefully and didn't bend over, I should be able to avoid arrest. I did a quick check of my tuck, sighed and put on my jacket, zipping it up to the top of my neck.

Fred opened the van door and my legs started chilling from the wind. He stepped out, took my hands in his and helped me out of the van. Then, his arm in mine, he walked me to the boutique door. Like the perfect gentleman, he held the door open for me and I walked in, momentarily unsteady on the four inch heels, but getting my balance quickly (hooray for muscle memory).

I was surprised and relieved to see we were the only customers. I was unsurprised to be greeted by the same saleslady.

"Hello, again, Soma. I'm glad you've come back so soon. Those heels look great with the stockings. Are you back for more clothing?"

"He needs a kimono to go with his new outfit," said Fred, unzipping my jacket and removing it from my unresisting arms. He held me by my shoulders and showed me off to the saleslady. I was burning with embarrassment and shame. How dare he expose my hairy, flabby body to this woman? I suddenly realized just how ridiculous I looked. Had Fred not been holding my shoulders, I would have fled the store.

You are not going to cry. You are NOT going to cry.

She looked at my patchwork ensemble: black crotchless fishnet panty hose, a blue thong with an embroidered rose (and which held my now completely shriveled cock in an easy tuck), a dark blue bralette that pushed my man boobs together but emphasized the hair on my chest and, of course, the sandals that put me forward on display. She walked around me, looking me up and down. I tightened my tush, once again irrationally desperate to keep the plug from falling out.

"I love what you've done here, Soma. You have an eye for what works together. Obviously, it's not as nice as what we could put together for you, but, on you, it works. I'll bet you made someone very happy. You carry yourself like a proper lady."

Was she lying to get more sales? Was she making fun of me? I didn't know, but at that moment, I didn't care. She said exactly what I needed to hear and I felt the tears on my cheeks.

"It's about closing time. Since you're the only customers here, I'm going to lock the front door and start closing the store. You look around and let me know if you have any questions."

Fred held me tight for a moment, then turned toward the lingerie. "I love their kimonos. Let's find you the perfect one."

He took my hand. Placing one heel in front of the other, I allowed him to lead me to the lingerie section and the robes. He started looking them over.

"What do you think, Soma? Have any preferences?"

I was doing my best to hold it all together. "No, Sir," I whispered, "I trust your judgment. You'll get me what you want me to wear."

He gave me a peculiar look then turned to the racks. Finally, he held up a blue kimono with flowers embroidered down one side in gold threads

"This looks like it will match your ensemble and fit you well. Miss, do you have a dressing room we can use?"

"Of course Sir. There's one in the corner. If you'd like to help him with the fit, I don't think that will be a problem."

I knew where the fitting room was, of course. He followed me in and sat down on the bench across from the mirror while I tried to slip on the kimono. My hands were shaking and I was having problems finding the sleeves. Fred stood up, took it from me and held it as I slid my arms through. I tied the sash and looked in the mirror, gazing in horror at the pathetic Halloween reject that stared back. My eyes welled up and I turned from the mirror in disgust.

Fred took my shoulders and froze me with his eyes again. "Soma, I want you to look at me. Look at me, and tell me exactly what's happening."

"Sir, I don't know what's happening to me. I mean, I know I'm here to let you buy me something to wear, then go back to your van and pleasure you orally. I want to do that, but suddenly I feel awful. Maybe I'm getting sick from all the cum I've eaten."

"Or perhaps it's something else. Tell me, Soma, have you been enjoying yourself this afternoon?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, today has been wonderful!"

"So what's bothering you now?"

"I don't know, Sir. Each time has been intense, and scary, and fun, and exciting and pleasurable, but this seems like something more, like I'm out of control."

"You mean not in control, don't you, Soma? You have to be in control of yourself all the time, don't you?"

I looked at him:

really

looked at him. How did he know?

"Yes, Sir. Look at me. Look at what I'm wearing. Yes, it's what I want, it what's inside me, but look at how ridiculous I am. This is what happens whenever I think I can let myself out. I get to see just how pathetic I am and I remember why I keep this side of me hidden. I let Jim persuade me to let it out for a day and look where it's got me."

"It's got you here, today, with me and with four other men who are having the time of their lives, thanks to you. We are going to remember this day the rest of our lives. You've given us more than what we want. Now, Soma, what do you want?"

I was shaking in his arms and trying hard not to break down completely in the dressing room.

"I don't know what I want, Sir," I said, the tears flowing despite my best efforts to get them under control. "I don't know why I'm feeling the way I am and that scares me. I'm afraid of what's happening to me, of what I'm becoming, of what I may already be. I don't even know what I'm becoming, except apparently it's someone who throws a rotten pity party," I ended with a last ditch attempt at minimizing my humiliation with some self-deprecating humor.

He gave me a smile that melted me. "Let's find out what you're becoming together, shall we? And, whatever it is, you won't have to face it alone. Who knows? You might even enjoy it."

Fred stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. He slipped his hands inside my bralette and started caressing my breasts. He turned so we were facing the mirror, his head visible beside mine. He held me tightly and I sank into him. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass.

"Look at yourself, Soma. No, don't turn away. You see yourself in a mirror lit by self-doubt and fear. I see you as you really are, as you don't yet know you are. Lean back on me, look in the mirror and I'll tell you what I see.

"When we were in the van, I told you that you were a looker. I was wrong...you are a stunner. Shh...don't speak until I tell you to. I'm going to tell you what you're afraid to hear about yourself. You're going to listen and you're going to believe me, because you know I'm not lying to you. I have no reason to do so.

"You are one of the most attractive people I know. You look in the mirror and see a man trying to be a woman. I don't see a man or a woman: I see Soma. You look magnificent just the way you are.

"How beautiful are your feet in sandals! They are utterly kissable. And your legs are incredibly sexy. See how the stockings highlight your calves and thighs. And your legs feel wonderful...I must confess, I had to touch them while you were sleeping. Your skin is smooth and so is your body hair. I just have to ruffle it while I squeeze your nipples...you're getting me even more excited, but you can feel for yourself on your ass, can't you?

"And that ass....I have to grind myself against it now because it's so sexy. I can feel your cock pulled back...and it's not so small now, is it? I love how it starts so small and hides away so well, but grows and becomes available when needed. You have no idea how perfect your cock and balls are, and your ass, your pussy...whatever you choose to call it, I would be the most fortunate of men were I one day to have the pleasure of tasting it and possessing it.

"Now your panties are teasing me, Soma, with the promise of what lies within them. I see the smoothness that promises the delights of the woman within. I must feel your panties. They feel so good when I rub them...and when I slide my fingers down, I can feel your cock, your clit, it doesn't matter what it's called. It's the producer of your nectar, and such a nectar....some of it has seeped through your thong. I must get a taste...mmmm...delicious, Soma, absolutely delicious...

"No, don't lower your head. I want it on my shoulder so you can watch me caressing your body. Your tummy is so smooth and your belly button is so cute. See how my finger fits in it? I love innies: they feel good and they taste good. And your hair...not all rough and wiry, but soft and smooth and perfect for caressing with my fingers. Why are you trembling, Soma? Are you cold?"

My God, how that man could speak! And yet, I heard nothing in his voice but sincerity. He was describing me exactly the way he saw me. And his hands were exploring me so tenderly, yet so passionately... I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder, grinding my ass slowly against his cock.

"Not cold, Sir, just wondering who this sexpot is you're describing."

"Now, look at yourself, Soma. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"I see someone who, for reasons I can't fathom, has caught the eye of four wonderful men and one amazing gentleman who is making me feel more special than I deserve."

"You have a good eye, Soma, and I hear you have a good mouth as well. Let's find out, shall we?"

He turned my face to his, bent down and pressed his lips gently against mine. I had never kissed a man like that before. In the past, men would shove their tongues in my mouth and think that would turn me on. In reality, I had to force myself not to gag at their intrusions.

This was different. He let the tip of his tongue rest on my lips and waited for me. At that moment, I did what I never had with a man: I parted my lips willingly and touched the tip of my tongue to his. He accepted the invitation and slid his tongue into my mouth, running it against the insides of my cheeks and slipping it under my tongue, until it found what it sought: the gum I had been chewing. I had placed it there when he started kissing me, to keep it out of the way. He found it with his tongue and took it into his mouth.

He turned me to face him. I was panting with desire after that intensely erotic experience. I had (rarely) kissed men before, but never had I been reduced to a quivering mass of lust by a man. He held my shoulders and looked down at me with his devastating smile.

"I wouldn't want you to swallow your gum while swallowing my cum, Soma. Performing the Heimlich is a definite buzzkill," he said, gently pressing down on my shoulders.

I went to my knees and waited for him to take off his jacket. That done, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He slid his pants and underpants down to his ankles and sat on the bench. I warmed my hands and cupped his balls gently, while breathing softly on his cock and watching it respond. It grew to about five inches, the most magnificent five inches of cock I had ever seen.

"Oh, Sir," I gasped in marvel, "It's perfect!" And it was.

The head was dripping precum and I licked it off, almost reverently. I wanted nothing more than to hold his cock in my mouth and envelop it with the warmth of my tongue. I moved down to his balls and kissed each one, feeling his coarse, manly pubic hair tickling my nose. I inhaled deeply, savoring his musk, then, taking both balls in my mouth. I licked them tenderly, listening to his soft moans of pleasure as I caressed and worshipped them, knowing they were the source of the life giving cum he would soon be feeding me.

I could have stayed on my knees for hours worshipping this most perfect of cocks on this most perfect of men, but I knew the saleslady needed to go home. I kissed my way up his shaft, adoring each vein and, once again, licking the precum from his head.

"Do it now," he whispered urgently, "make me cum."

I slid down his shaft to the base of his crotch in one fell swoop, ignoring my own gag reflex. I held it for a moment, then ran my mouth up and down his shaft, my own need echoing his. My strokes increased in intensity and I held his cock at the edge of my mouth, licking it and squeezing my fingers up the main vein of shaft to milk his precum. With a barely stifled groan I was sure the saleslady heard, he pushed my head down to his lap and held it there. I sucked as hard as I could and felt his shaft begin to pulse.

He began spurting in small pulses, coating my tongue. At the same moment, he turned on the vibrator. I screamed in pleasure/pain, his cock stifling the sound slightly. I was mewling helplessly, sucking and suckling him, while he continued to fill my mouth with his cum. I squeezed and sucked, willing all of it to pour out of his balls into my mouth. I wanted his cum; no, I

needed

his cum to fill me and to fulfill me.