Glistening with life’s pleasures.
James, I PROMISE! You won’t find furniture shopping horrid with me!” Pleading, she hoped he would at last relent. Amber had called him at least six times today.
They moved into their new house in three weeks and still needed a bed and dining table. James refused to shop online, saying he wanted to see what he was getting. He insisted on making any big furniture decisions personally. That meant he didn’t let her shop without him. The most infuriating thing; she was now finding out, he HATED furniture shopping. James kept finding excuses to back out at the last minute.
“There is no way anyone can make this labor of the damned enjoyable. I will give you three hours. If we haven’t found pieces we agree on by then, I will pick pieces myself and be done with this job!” He was in an unusually surly mood.
The new job, their new-ish relationship and the new house were taking their toll. Amber tried to get him to let some of his frustrations go. It would have been easier picking out a duvet! She had to pull out the big guns — a king-size bed. It was time to take no prisoners and he was definitely in a combative mood.
She strategically selected target stores. Armed and ready for action when James picked her up, she had the first address loaded on her phone GPS.
“Where are we headed,” he asked as she slid in the passenger seat. Amber kissed him warmly, more than a quick peck. Grunting as he expected the familiar, “You look good today, sweetheart.” His jaw tightened and his teeth bit down on her lip as his eyes took in the sight of her wearing his favorite dress. “You look amazingly fine for shopping!”
“I wanted to look great for you,” her hand gave his crotch an appreciative rub. “You have been working so HARD to make our life together wonderful. I wanted to show my — ” pausing to run her hand up his arm and back to caress the back of his neck “ — appreciation.”
“Well, this is a very pleasant way to begin our shopping experience.” He cleared his throat and adjusted his balls. “Where to first?” Looking at traffic as he continued to partially block passing traffic while they flirted with one another.
GPS directions directed them to their first quirky shop in no time.
“Why on earth have you brought us here? We passed a dozen decent stores on the way.” He was clearly exasperated again, needing to be schooled in shopping with HER.
“Come. You will LOVE this!” Taking his arm, Amber led him into the old shop, crammed full of unique and odd pieces of furniture. Some new, most vintage and antique. Having been in the shop days earlier, she had already met the owner. He greeted them warmly.
“Hi Claude. How are you this morning?” she said, tossing a white paper bag on the counter. “There’s a French bakery opening next to our new house. You’ve been so kind, allowing me to wander around your store. I’ve had a great time looking through your pieces.” Claude beamed.
Lowering her voice slightly and leaning toward Claude, “I found a couple of pieces that I believe will be perfect. Do you mind if I wander around with James in tow and show him the pieces I want? We will let you know which ones we will be buying. I want to see if there is anything else I need to add to my list.”
She knew she had him at buy. She also felt James’ hand clench in her own. “I thought we were doing this together,” he gritted into her ear. Amber smiled sweetly and kissed his knuckles. Claude waved them through, his mouth already full of puff pastry.
Amber appeared to meander through the overcrowded displays and stacks of solid wood pieces. She, however, knew exactly where she was heading. She headed toward the far corner of the lower level of the shop where Claude kept the beds.
“What the FUCK are we doing wasting our time in this old place?” James’ tone was pure ire. Any potential he hoped to have for an enjoyable shopping experience, disappeared when they stepped over the threshold.
“Please keep your voice down, SIR! You get a bit rowdy when you are worked up.” Amber was clearly enjoying herself and NOT understanding the scope of his displeasure.
They reached the corner with stacks of solid mahogany and ebony beds. They were in pieces, stacked against every wall. Only a narrow path allowed passage between the pieces. “I like that one,” she said, totally ignoring James. She pointed to an exquisite ebony king that had been beautifully carved. “Look at the detail at the base of this footboard,” bending over to point to her discovery.
James turned to tell her that he had no intention of making any purchase here when he saw her. The most perfectly rosy, fleshy lips, glistening with sloppy cunt juice, running down her upper thigh, greeted him. Her exposed clit begging to have his thumb roughly, repeatedly rub it until she begged for his permission to cum.
“You FUCKING VIXEN! You did this on purpose?” he said as he slipped behind her and slapped her exposed ass as hard as he could. His handprint clearly centered on her exposed sex. He slapped her ass again, but much, much harder this time. He needed to release his own frustrations of the week and her bratty behavior. She moaned with pleasure.
“You’ll have to convince me that this is worthy of my attention. How good of a salesgirl are you?” He was like granite in his pants now. His erection was almost painful. James’ hand slid between her thighs and fingers into her waiting pussy.
“Oh Sir! You have such a perfect touch.” Breathing hard as his hand quickened and his thumb unrelentingly prodded her fat, swollen clit.
“Is this how you make all your sales? Do you simply whore out yourself to any man with enough cash in his pockets?”
She could sense the excitement in his fantasy. “How else do you think I make an extra buck, FUCKER? Are you going to stand there and finger me, or are you going to show me what you really have? I have other customers, ya know.” She attempted to sound bored.
James pulled her hair and brought her head next to his own. “I will be your ONLY customer today, slut,” as he bent her head down crotch high. He unzipped his pants to expose his raging hard-on and wad of pre-cum already at the head. He stroked the length of his thick shaft as he brought her mouth fully onto him.
She never tired of the taste of him. Having him slide down her throat was pure joy. Amber needed no coaxing to wrap her hands around his heavy balls and milk them as she sucked delicious juice from him. Her tongue provided pulsating movements as the muscles in her cheeks and throat applied pressure against his long, velvet sheath. She delighted in the feeling of him pulling her hair. It reminded her that she belonged to him.
Amber thought she was prepared for his onslaught. She couldn’t have been more wrong. He tightened his hold of her hair and pulled her off his cock. Spinning her around, he bent her over the footboard she had admired. Gripping her hip with his other big, beefy hand, he pulled her body forcefully against his weapon, dripping with her spit. He dove deep into her soaked cunt until he hit her depths. The length of his cock was longer than she comfortably accommodated on a good day. His width was always the tightest fit. Today however, he made no effort to hold back.
He was intent on slamming every inch of his massive cock into her hot tunnel as he could. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he taunted, as his hips pounded against her own. Only his tight grip on her own kept them from hitting the floor.
Once she tried to rise. “I don’t think my little FURNITURE FUCKA gets to decide what position I pound my meat.” He continued his unrelenting ride. His hands pulled and twisted her clit and nipples until she was ready to scream. “DON’T YOU CUM! I’m not finished with my ride.”
Tears streamed down her face as she was held at the edge of ecstasy by James. She knew that she must wait until he released her, but she was not tortured. “PLEASE, SIR! I can’t take more!” She was begging.
She felt his cock begin to pulsate as he froze deep within her. His hands abandoned their labors to put a death-grip on her hips, pulling her tightly against him. “Cum Mothofucka — CUM — MY — MOTHOFUCKA!” He gasped.
Amber was gripping the footboard with whitened fingers as her climax washed over her. Profound waves squeezed every last drop of molten jizz from his pulsating cock. She squirted over his balls as their mixed fuck juices ran down her legs.
Gradually she became aware of her surroundings as James composed himself and tucked his spent member back into his pants. He assisted her to a vertical position and leaned her against the wall. “Why don’t you take a minute to let the blood adjust by leaning here. You must work very hard all day.” Clearly, he was still enjoying his fantasy.
“It’s a living, Sir. Better than standing on a corner.” It was her delight to do as he wished.
James opened his wallet and pulled out two hundred-dollar bills. He tucked them into Amber’s bra. “This is for doing such a fine job of showing me how these beds can be used.”
“Anytime, Sir.”
“I’m leaving. I’m suddenly very hungry and don’t think there’s an appropriate place to — eat you out — here.” Taking her hand, he began to walk out of the basement and toward the front of the store.
As they reached Claude, James opened his wallet and handed over his card. “I know the lady has already given you her wish list. Make sure EVERYTHING on it is delivered to the address she specifies by the first of the month. She can add anything to the list she likes.”
As they reached the door James turned and said, “And my compliments to your sales staff.” They left Claude looking confused.
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