“Oh, and remember.... we’re out of lube” my girlfriend announced as she rushed off to work as I happily dozed away, half awake.
“Ok,” I chuckled. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I had tried to force my cock into her arse the other night (quite unsuccessfully, I might add) without such a slippery aid and we were meeting up with our fuck buddy in the week, who has a tendency to get a little nervous and dry on us, despite loving a bit of ass play herself.

“Sure, I have to go to Tesco’s anyway,” I groaned. I fell back to sleep as the cat watched and waited for me to rise. I climbed out of bed an hour or so later and after a few cups of tea and a check on the Big Brother housemates on the live feed on E4, I ventured out into sunny West London.

I past the fire station and the shopping centre. As I did the same for Ann Summers, I stopped. I was drawn to both the pumping, soulful RnB and the sight of the male security guard nodding his head along to the beats. I turned on my heels and headed inside, walking past the displays of new line lingerie to the back of the shop.

The girl on the desk greeted me with a very excited ‘hello’, one that any five star hotel would be proud of. She seemed surprised at my confidence as I strode in quite contented and relaxed and gave me the look. The one that speaks volumes every time I walk into somewhere similar. It said to me that she was used to guys cowering in a corner or watching awkwardly around them as their girlfriends pottered around quite happily, pondering on what the large plastic lengths would do that their other halves couldn’t. She raised her eyebrow at this and smiled an extra time as I passed her. Dressed demurely in black t-shirt and black jeans, I caught a fleeting glance of her rear, which was an ass any booty girl would be proud of. She had perky little breasts under her t-shirt and her hair in dreads and looked a bit like Halle Berry.

Just my cup of tea.

I walked by and stopped at their selection of toys and started burrowing through the different types of lube, a task that has become more and more like ordering a coffee in Starbucks everytime I visit. I’m a pretty simple man. I’m satisfied with good old ‘Slide and Ride’ like most but I always find myself mezmerized by the choice. Now there is stamina gel, orgasm gel, cock rub, pussy rub, dick lick, tingle heat, nipple dust and even strawberry and kiwi Juicy Lube. Now there is something for every discerning palate.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, her watching me. She debated whether to come and offer her help but stopped when she entered. Another girl, more coffee coloured than her darker friend, bolted from a door behind me. I turned instantly as I heard the sound of fuck me heels on the hardwood floor. She was carrying a box of smalls but the other sight she was carrying was more than evident.

She looked like she was working in Agent Provovateur rather than an Ann Summers as she rocked the full cleavage shot in her pink, open fronted tunic. She had larger breasts than the other girl and were all held up from the well supported bra from underneath. She oozed sexuality.

“Hello, Sir,” she announced with gusto and volume. The stick of Liquid Satin Sex Lubricant slipped from my hands and back into the bowl attached to the wall.

“Hi There,” I replied, somewhat more chilled.

“Anything I can help you with?” she smirked, as she cast a furitive glance to the other girl on the till. I guessed that she was trying to test my resolve. She looked at me like she half expected me to bolt for the door which, unfortunately for her, never even crossed my mind.

“Actually yes, do you prefer the pussy rub or the cherry pussy lick?” I grinned.

She looked a bit shocked, I have to say. This surprised me in her line of work. Surely it’s just like asking someone in DFS whether they like a thin underlay or a thick shag?

She looked like she was almost pulling herself together, as she shifted on her footing. She put her box down on the floor, making sure I got a good view down her front. I glanced over to the security guard, who I think was salivating enough for the both of us.

“What? Like when I go down on me girlfriend?” she countered nodding to the other girl. I sensed that she was playing with me a little so I turned to the girl in jest, holding both products aloft in each hand.

“Then, which one do you like her to lick off you?” I joked, relentless.

The girl with the tunic and the cleavage tapped my arm playfully.

“Hey, behave yourself....” she laughed. “They both do the same job...”

“Ok,” I looked down and pondered. I could see that she was waiting if I had anymore potential in me and possibly whether my gusto and resolve would run out on her.

“...and the whips and canes, do you have anything more in a paddle? My girlfriend loves a good, hard, flat surface on her....”

Yes, I though, she’s impressed now. She grinned at me and took her bottom lip into her mouth. She looked to her colleague and nodded. The girl rolled her eyes and held out her hand to me.

“I might have something out the back,” she giggled. She walked past me and I saw her arse sashay quite wonderfully in her Victoria Beckham jeans. She stopped at the store and turned back to give me a wink. I grinned back. The words ‘rat up a drain pipe’ are the only way to describe how I reacted.

We entered the store room and she closed the door quietly behind us and leaned over for a peck on the lips. She tasted very sweet indeed and my cock thundered from my pants immediately and strained to get out from the restrictions of my trousers.

She was good way taller than me and those heels weren’t helping. She sensed this almost immediately and kicked them off before popping a few extra buttons on her tunic front, exposing a little more of her pretty bra.

“Ugh, that’s better...” she gasped. She licked her lips at the bulge in my pants and looking up at me before turning away from me to rummage away in a box.

“I keep them in here because nobody ever buys them.”

She placed the box onto a nearby table and made a motion for me to help myself. I took a leather-coated paddle from within that looked not unlike a table tennis bat. I thwacked my other hand with it and looked at her.

“You seem like the kinda girl that appreciates a good spanking...” I whispered, still looking at the tool in my hand.

“Uh-huh...”

“What sort of thing do you prefer on your ass?” I taunted, cheekily.

She looked like she was beginning to pant very hard.

“Something exactly like that...” she purred. “But usually, I’m not fussy, as long I get sore.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded, panting harder and now actively rubbing her crotch over her uniform. She tore at the rest of her tunic, popping the rest of the buttons on the front and marched suddenly towards me. She placed both hands onto my shoulders pushing me back onto someone’s office desk and suckered me with her mouth as I grasped at the sides of her uniform to balance myself. I instantly scratched at the back of the cotton that covered her and she felt my urge for her to release her body as she pushed away from me and sheepishly stepping out of what was holding us back.

“Hey, wait a minute.” I ordered, stepping away from the desk. “Where’s the customer service?”

She looked at me naked, and quite puzzled. I pointed at the desk.

“I asked you for product advice and I intend you to give it to me....”

She chuckled. “You are a horny little thing, aintcha?”

“I try.”

She grabbed my crotch as she walked on by. She kissed her teeth and held her head up high.

“You're packin’ son.”

“That I am.” I said, as I raised up the paddle into the air. I push her over the desk and pulled down her jeans to expose her healthy rump. I brought it down on her and she let out a little yelp.

“Harder,” she gasped. I hit hard again and she purred a little. I placed the paddle next to her on the desk and slapped her with my hand as I kept pressure on the small of her back with my other hand.

“I hope your cock performs as well as your hand.”

I slapped her again.

“Hmmm, yes. Give it to me. I want you inside me.”

The noises from the slaps caught the attention of the others who were now watching through a slightly open door. They chuckled to themselves and watched in awe as I dropped my pants and tore the rubber from its packet. I nodded for the other girl to enter. She skipped in and came over to where I was stood, taking my thick length into her hand.

“Make sure she’s wet enough for me.”

The other girl got down on her knees behind her girlfriend and lapped at her exposed crotch and kissed the rosy black skin on her hide. As she was getting her friend nice and wet for me, I continued for a moment with the paddle on her arse. She responded to that and the girls face between her legs.

“Give me your cock now.”

I did as she asked and plunged myself into her from behind as the other girl moved around the desk to fondle her breasts.

I grabbed tightly her ample hips and scratched at the front of her thighs with gusto as she enjoyed the pounding I was giving her from behind. The other girl obliged to her friend’s whisperings and gave us both a show from the other side of the desk while we were indulging in our lust. She moved the office chair back and stepped out of her trousers. She cocked a leg over one of the arms of the chair and began to play with her clit, alternating her fingers from herself to her mouth. At one point the girl I was fucking begged for a taste of her friend, who plunged four fingers deep inside her and pulled them out all shiny and sticky with her juices. She got up and moved around to our side where she fed them to my girl.

“Can I try too?” I said, cheekily and fully expecting her to say not.

“That’s up to Christine,” she said. I stopped for a second and asked.

“Who told you to stop?” she joked. I laughed and turned to see the security guard by the door.

“We’re all done out here, boss.”

“Don’t be shy Julian, come here and fuck me? You normally never complain.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Angela, why don’t you keep our well endowed white friend here occupied while I get me some meat in here...”

I began to wonder about their tidy little set up they had here as the security guard chucked his jacket on the desk and unbuttoned his white shirt like he did every night. I bet they have proper little orgy meets. I had to ask.
“Do all your customers get this treatment?” I asked, as Angela got on her knees in front of me and peeled off the durex to what I hoped was a blowjob coming my way. Christine joined us while Julian climbed out of his uniform and release his huge cock.

“Only the ones with big cocks...” she teased, slightly out of breath still, with a flush and a light sweat breaking out on her face. “Well, it’s hard being around all this sex all day. By the end, you get really frustrated.”

“We’ve arranged for people to meet us here on the net,” offered Julian. “But we don’t jump on the customers normally.”

“Well, I think the customer service here is excellent and I shall be writing away to Head Office to share my compliments!” I announced as Angela took me deep into her throat.

Christine cleared the desk of a few things before getting on and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide for Julian to take charge of her. He took a leg in each hand and put that monster straight inside her. Angela pushed me back onto a nearby couch and announced that she was going to lube up and climb on. She disappeared back into the shop and left me to watch the others before returning with a handful of condoms and some of the slippery stuff that makes you tingle. She put a load of it into her hand and wandered over to Christine and Julian. She rubbed it on her pussy as Julian slowly screwed her girlfriend. She bent over for a kiss and a breast fondle, while I idly played with my cock.

“What a lovely sight...” I sighed of the three of them. Angela grinned while she walked back over to me. She tossed me a condom and continued with her lubrication. She rubbed a great deal into crotch and moaned as she did it.

“You ready there?” she asked me.

“I’m always ready... hop on.”

She rode me good and hard, despite her tight and slight frame attempting to work against us. She hung onto my shoulders and bucked her arse into my lap, like we were in some back street Soho club. She bit into the back of my neck and ran her nails down my back as she pulsed and shook.

She leaned back on me and whooped, to the delight and humour of the other two. Christine announced,

“Orgasm stealer!”

Julian stopped and looked over.

“Always has to come first...”

“Well, I think it’s only polite for you guys to reciprocate for us girls.” Christine announced, walking to where we were by the couch. She took me by the hand and lifted me up.

“Let a lady sit down here...”

She sat next to Angela and they both indulged in a kiss and a cuddle, leaving myself and Julian to finish ourselves off at the sight. They both had their hands on each other now and worked themselves to a frenzy, in order for us all to share a climax. Both girls let me share my cum with them as Julian dutifully followed.

My fun at Ann Summers was to become a regular occurrence for me for about six months until both girls moved on. We met every couple of weeks after swapping numbers including one very enjoyable evening of dancing at a Salsa club with my girlfriend. We arranged to meet the girls and after they got on like a the proverbial house on fire, we continued our sexy dance moves at our place.

“Honey,” my girlfriend said, when I returned from that first visit. “Why did you buy the tester, this has already been used.”

“Oh, it’s not the tester.” I grinned. “Come to bed, and I'll tell you all about it.”