A Neighborhood of (Only)Fans - Ch 2
NerdDOM OnlyFans
August 12th 2020
Go Pink Ranger Go!
The camera jostled as it was picked up, the image blurry at first and then quickly coming into focus.
“Alright. There we go.” NerdDOM muttered as he turned the camera around to face him, holding it up as he was standing in his bedroom. He had on a Batman mask that covered the top half of his face. His jaw had several days of stubble and his double chin was wobbling as he cleared his throat. “Alright viewers… er, customers. Still not sure what to call all of you. Subscribers? Yeah, guess that’ll work. Today, as you can see, I’m going a bit amature with this video. I know my previous ones have been more polished, but I wanna change things up a bit.”
He turned the camera around to face the bedroom that was decorated sparsely except for the large king bed that had dark purple silk sheets and fluffy pillows. Along the walls were several posters of various anime, comics, and sci-fi shows and characters. Lamps were set up on either side of the bed to help give the room more light.
NerdDOM moved, taking the viewer around the bed towards the bathroom. “Today we’ve got someone new.” He stopped in front of the closed bathroom door. Next to it was a backpack that was open. Inside was a change of clothes, simple stuff; jeans, a Kansas City Chiefs tank top, plain full back gray panties, socks. “This won’t be my first time with our new star. I vet all my girls before we ever get on camera. Maybe one day I’ll let you see the audition tapes.” He chuckles, making the video jostle. “But those I keep for myself. Anyway… uh, I guess I should start coming up with names for the girls. I’ve got three now so… can’t just call them Thing 1 and Thing 2… that’s kinda sexist, anyway.” Another chuckle.
His thick hand rapped on the closed door. “Hey… uh, have you thought about what you want your porn… er, stage name to be?” He called whoever was on the other side.
There was a pause. “Stage name? Seriously?” The voice was incredulous and almost annoyed.
“Yeah. We can’t be calling you by your real name. People might… ya know, find out it’s you. I mean, unless that’s okay with you.” NerdDOM answered. “But that might… well, I mean, ya know, it might lead to some invasion of privacy.”
It was quiet on the other side of the door. “Well, guess we can go with Goldy. Some people called me that when I was in grade school. That’s not too weird, is it? Would we get demonetized if I say that?”
NerdDOM chuckled. “I think we are good. Goldy it is then. I’ll be sure to tag the videos with it. Are you still getting ready?”
“Yeah. Could you have gotten me something tighter?” The woman laughed. “This is tighter than my yoga outfits, and that’s saying something.”
“Well, if you’re still getting dressed, I was thinking I wanted to get some behind the scenes kinda shots. That cool?” He was already turning the doorknob.
“Wait, hang on, I gotta get my mask on!” The woman scrambled.
“Yeah, of course.” A minute passed and the woman, Goldy, muttered to him that he could come in. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, making sure with a quick glance in the mirror that Goldy had her mask on.
The reflection in the mirror showed a petite woman, barely five foot, with a toned body that was only half exposed below the waist. Her hair was shoulder length, waves of golden blonde, which made the nickname understandable. The mask she was wearing wasn’t the traditional lace eye mask that NerdDOM commonly used, instead it was a pair of large black glasses with pink trim that looked like a visor. Her top was a skin tight spandex shirt that was printed to look like the classic Pink Ranger costume from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. It clung tight enough to show the defined curve of her stomach and the soft slope of her breasts that were double A. Hard nipples were poked through the stretchy material.
Her lower half was bare, pale legs on display as she was bending over to pick up the spandex leggings that were similarly patterned in pink to match the power ranger costume. The camera turned from the mirror to Goldy as she was bent over, ass pushed out towards NerdDOM. A thin g-string slipped down between her firm cheeks, a small triangle of thin, nearly sheer white material covered the plump mound of her pussy that was framed between her thighs.
NerdDOM zoomed in. Focusing on that thin piece of fabric that was glued to Goldy’s vagina. The shadow of a thin line down the middle was tasteful and yet lewd at the same time. Her ass wiggled, a small amount of bounce, as she picked up the spandex pants and tried to put them on. She had to hop on one foot for a second before getting her foot into the leg and then the other, pulling them up. It stretched and dragged along her smooth skin, over her thighs and up, up, up. The pants stalled under her ass cheeks, plumping them up as she tried to wiggle into them.
“Geez. Did you get like a child’s size or something?” Goldy grumbled as she pulled the pants up over the soft globes of her cheeks. The material clung, squeezing her cheeks and thighs as she finally got them on and snapped them around her waist. Despite the panties she was wearing under the spandex, the clear shape of a camel toe was visible.
“Well, if I thought you could fit into something smaller, I would have gotten it. You know what the audience wants to see.” NerdDOM chuckled.
Goldy turned to face the camera, visor hiding her face well, and the outfit so tight it was more like paint than clothing. She put her hands on her hips. “No, I don’t, actually. I’ve never done this. And this isn’t like teaching a yoga class or anything. This is pretty intimate.” She was probably rolling her eyes, but it was impossible to tell behind the black of the visor. But by the way she stood, her body language told NerdDom all he needed to know.
“True, true. I forget sometimes. But you’ve seen porn before.”
She folded her arms across her chest, under her breasts that perked up. “Yeah. And I’m not some prude. But I’m not gonna divulge my viewing habits to a world full of strangers.”
“But you’re gonna show your pussy and asshole?” NerdDom chuckled, a rasping like sandpaper.
Goldy flipped off the camera. “Sex and bodies are beautiful. Personal details about sexual preferences and whatever I like to consume in terms of porn or whatever, that’s private. Grow up.”
“Fine, fine. I get it. Get your boots on and let's get to it.” The camera turned away from Goldy and went back to the bedroom. He turned the camera back to face him as he walked. “Okay, so we’ve just been introduced to Goldy. New star for my channel. Dressed like the Pink Ranger, in my opinion the best ranger. Gotta love the original. No shade to the new ones, though.” Behind him, Goldy was in the bathroom pulling on pink boots.
She checked herself out in the mirror, straightened the visor and brushed back her golden curls before walking out into the bedroom. “I seriously can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” She sighed, cocking her hip and folding her arms under her chest. “This better be worth it.” There was a sly grin on her lips that hinted that she already knew it was. “So, where are we doing this?”
The camera turned around, fumbling and shaking for a moment and then focusing back on Goldy. “Well, how about you hop up on the bed, darling and let's get some modeling shots.”
With a resigned sigh, though there wasn’t much heat behind it, Goldy put her hands on the mattress checking the firmness. “This gonna hold me up, or am I gonna fall over because you like soft stuff?” She seemed satisfied that the mattress was firm. Hopping up on to the bed, she went to the center and stood, hands on her hips and legs apart in a very classic superhero pose.
The spandex rode up between her ass cheeks and over her pubic mound. Her breasts were distinctly pronounced, as if the top was specially molded to her body.
“Alright, definitely loving this. Stay still.” NerdDOM climbed onto the bed, the camera coming closer, zooming into a closeup of Goldy’s crotch. “Fuck…” He muttered. “Your pussy is seriously, perfectly shaped. You know that?”
Goldy chuckled. “That’s a weird thing to say.” But even as she said it, she moved her hands, palms open, caressing the inner part of her thighs. Her fingers traced around the smooth puff of her mons. “Have a lot of experience looking at pubic mounds?”
Her fingers played with the pronounced lips, framing them between her fingers and wiggling it as she chuckled.
“Play with yourself.” It was a firm statement, almost an order.
Goldy hesitated, then let her fingers move along her crotch and traced her mound with her nails. She found the crease in the middle, a finger lingering and then moving from the hood downward. The sound of her breath as the material rubbed and sank in between her lips was soft. The groan that followed was warm and thick.
“Good girl.” NerdDOM whispered, continuing to film.
Her fingers moved up and down, around and across her pussy in the pink spandex.
“Feel good? Still think this outfit was a mistake?” He chuckled.
“Shut up. Just film.” Her hand moved between her thighs, up and down with more soft groans and sighs. She moved her hips back and forth as if swaying to unheard music.
“Goooo pink ranger… go.” NerdDOM hummed with another chuckle when Goldy stuck out her middle finger over the crease of her pussy and pressed it firmly into the tight material. “Turn around, bend over, shake your ass.”
Goldy moved, swaying and gyrating her hips, continuing to dance to invisible music till her ass was pushed towards the camera. The spandex gripped her cheeks, defined them as if they were airbrushed. She bent at the waist and stuck out her bottom, the spandex stretching tighter. Goldy caressed her hands along her thighs and bounced her ass as if she were twerking but too small to really pull the move off.
“Ya know, for someone who does so much yoga, you ass really bounces.” NerdDOM reached out and gave a firm, open-handed slap to her cheek. It bounced, rippled,and Goldy groaned. “Oh, did I find a trigger?”
“You’re such a perv.” Her hands moved upwards, a finger gliding from where her asshole was, then down to her clit, rubbing it around in circles, making the material give off slick sounds.
“Yeah, but what’s it say about you that you’re here and doing this in front of a camera?”
“For the record… as amazing as your penis is, I’m doing this for the money.” She wiggles her ass, doing her best to twerk.
“Fine, fine. Then I suggest you do a good job and earn it.” The camera shook and the sound of a belt unbuckling filled the silence.
Goldy turned to face the camera, stepping back to be fully in frame again.
“Crawl.” His voice was gruff, throaty, and grinding as the buckle clinked and he pulled the belt off completely.
Goldy only hesitated for a second before getting down on all fours.
“No no. Back bend crawl.” NerdDom’s chuckle was overshadowed by the sound of a zipper.
Goldy laughed, but flipped around, bending over backwards literally so her stomach was arched upward and she was walking on her hands and feet backwards. Her head hung upside down and her hair, like a golden waterfall, dragged over the bed. The camera followed her and as she got closer. NerdDOM’s open pants came into view and his penis was hanging out. Thick and semi hard, already growing red with thick veins that were threatening to make it fully erect.
He moved on his knees, closer to Goldy, and reached down to take his cock in his hand and tap it against the bottom of her chin. He trailed it down to her lips. She responded by kissing, opening her mouth and slowly sucking the underside of his penis. Her breath was warm and soft. His cock traced around her lips, letting her playfully kiss and lick it before he let it go and moved his hips to keep up the movement. Reaching out, he let his hand rub along her upturned stomach, over her tightly held breasts. His large hand palmed one of her flattened tits and gave it a squeeze that made her gasp. Her mouth opened, and he pushed his head inside quickly, taking advantage of the moment. It slipped deep into her mouth and NerdDOM groaned, feeling the warmth and tightness of her lips and throat.
“Fucking take it.” He muttered, hand moving down towards her throat and holding it gently and steadily as he pushed deeper.
Goldy stayed still, arched and letting the nerdy, rotund man slide his thick cock deeper into her throat. Her tongue darted out along the top of his shaft to help it become more slick. “Holy shit.” His breath was coming in gasps and his potbelly stomach stuck out, stretching his Power Rangers t-shirt.
Groaning around NerdDOM’s cock, her mouth opening wider until his heavy balls pressed against her nose. Her breath caught as her air was partially cut off. His hairy sack covered her nostrils for a moment as NerdDOM grunted, feeling his cock completely in Goldy’s throat.
“Holy fuck. Who taught you to do that?” His stomach rippled as he chuckled.
She couldn’t answer. Instead, she moved her lips, caressing the base of him and blowing her breath out of her nose heating the underside of his balls. NerdDOM pulled out slowly, letting her pink lips drag along his shaft, coating it with saliva that dripped down her cheeks. When his head popped out, Goldy let out a gasp and a choking gulp. “Fuck you’re huge!”
They laughed. Goldy rolled over, stretching a little from having been bent over backwards for so long.
“We are definitely fucking in that position later.” The voice behind the camera said, the picture shaking as he moved further onto the bed and grabbed the pink ranger by the neck and pushed her down.
She lay back, spreading her thighs open as the camera panned down her body. The little nubs of her hard nipples poked out of the spandex. Her tummy taut, the top riding up to show a slim sliver of pale belly. The waistline of her pants was digging deeply into her skin, and the camera got close again to her crotch.
Without being asked, she moved her hands down and started to play with herself. Rubbing up and down and around, circling her hidden clit, moaning softly at the feeling of the layers of material between her fingers and her skin. The sound of NerdDOM’s panting behind the camera could be heard loud and rough.
After a moment, she lifted one of her legs straight up, the material stretching even further against her pussy. NerdDOM came closer, holding onto his cock at the base and placing it against her stretched mound. It easily eclipsed the little indent, all the way up to the woman’s exposed belly button, his balls pressed to her cheeks.
“Oh, fuck, I keep forgetting how deep that thing can go.” Goldy whispers.
“Well, you’ve only had it twice so far. So I’ll forgive you for not remembering.” He slapped the heavy meat of his penis against her. Plak plak plak. “But I’m gonna make sure you remember it after this.” The camera panned up to her face, eyes still covered by the dark visor. His cock shaft rubbed up and down, making the girl shiver and bite her lip. “Now let's do a little… morphing, and get that shirt off you.”
Goldy snorted. “What’s that even mean, you dork?” But even as she says it, she reaches down and starts pulling up the shirt, peeling it away from her skin.
He continued rubbing over her, the tip of his cock leaking thick beads of pre-cum, staining her spandex with long strands that glisten in the lights he’d set up around the room. The shirt came up to reveal her under-boob, and NerdDOM reached out, stopping her when the soft slope of her breasts were visible. “Jiggle them.”
“There’s not much to jiggle.” But she put her hands on the skin that was exposed and gently bounced what little she had.
His hand moved up to her neck and over her jaw and pushed his finger into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. It probably would have been more seductive if he could have seen her eyes, but there was still an element of eroticism as her tongue swirled around his thick thumb and her lips suckled it. “Good girl.” He whispered. “I might find someone else to join us for another video. Definitely wanna see your petite little body double stuffed.”
Goldy was panting as she sucked his thumb, breathing deeply, her stomach tightening as NerdDOM continued grinding his penis against her camel toe. “Fuck.” She moaned around his finger, “Fuck it’s so big, warm…” Her mouth closed around his thumb again, sucking forcefully.
The camera shook, Goldy’s legs getting pushed up and her knees bending towards her chest as she kept suckling his thumb and making it drip with saliva. NerdDOM put his weight on the underside of her thighs, his cock shaft pressing to her mound, making Goldy groan. He kept pushing her legs, making her ass rise off the bed, her flexibility on display. She let out some soft moans, hands cupping her chest, finally pulling the shirt up to let her double A’s bounce out. Her hard, pink nipples matched the shade of the Pink Ranger spandex.
She pinched. Pulled. NerdDOM moved, reaching below her and yanking at her spandex pants, peeling them over her petite ass and over her thighs till they were at her knees, essentially tying her legs together.
Moving the camera back, he brought her panty clad pussy into frame. His cock went back to rubbing over that little sheer white triangle, making Goldy suck in a breath at the feel of his heat. Angling his penis, he let it slip under the string laced between her cheeks and moved it up, rubbing between her lips and under the panties. The material stretched over his massive cock head and gave her a wedgie with the string, making her let out a mewling sound.
“You ready for this?” He grunted.
“Shut up and just…ohholyfuck!” She couldn’t finish her insult or thought as NerdDOM’s cockhead nestled into her small hole and pressed inside, stretching the muscles and opening her. Her vagina swallowed his head, closing tightly over the mushroom rim.
“OHFFUUUUUCK.” NerdDOM gasped. “So fucking tight! Yoga really pays off.”
“Oh…oh shit big. So fucking big… DOM…er, what the fuck do I call you?” Goldy gasped as he pushed his cock deeper into the petite woman who was now bent over in half, feet almost able to rest flat against the bed over her head. The camera moved back and forth, focusing on her face as it contorted in pain and pleasure, then down to her pussy that bulged around his thick shaft. He pushed in, slowly disappearing inside. The outside rim of her lips glistened along his shaft when he pulled out.
NerdDOM didn’t answer her question. It didn’t seem to matter. He positioned himself, squatting over her doubled over body, lowering his cock straight down inside her. For a solid minute he pushed and pulled back, her lips gripping his shaft, not wanting to let him escape. He moved with a slow steady rhythm, like an oil drill. Finally, with one firm press, his balls smacked against her asshole and Goldy gasped, shaking.
“Holyfuckingshitballs. Shitshitshit! God! Don’t move. Fucking don’t… don’t!” But NerdDOM didn’t listen. Still holding the camera, zoomed to her pussy swallowing his girth, he held onto her thigh and started to hammer into her. A couple inches out, then right back in. His shaft slick and glistening and creamy. He slammed back down, slapping against her labia majora, making them pink with each crushing blow.
Goldy screamed. Arched. Breathing harsh and fast. “Cum….cumm…cumming.” She croaked through a strained throat as she was bent over at an awkward angle.
“Fucking cum. Cum on my cock little miss pink ranger. Do it!” NerdDOM grunted, never slowing his pace. The camera stayed relatively steady, but still shaking with each downward thrust, his thighs smacking her ass.
“God yes, fuck me! Fuck my little ranger cunt!” Goldy moaned, legs spreading more to show off the bulging mound of her pussy and stomach as NerdDOM plunged her depths. Wet slapping sounds filled the room, mingling with the gasps and groans and grunts of both DOM and Goldy as they fucked in plow position. Firm and fast.
“Aaaaahahahahaaa.” Goldy let out a shout as her pussy clenched visibly onto NerdDOM's dick, an orgasm rocking her and fluids started seeping out. Gushing around his shaft as he kept slamming into her tunnel, dripping down her stomach and ass crack. “Fucking hell, I’m cumming! Oh godgod, yes, don’t fucking stop. Fucking take me!” She screamed so loud the sound on the camera whined and cracked.
“Yes…oh fuck, that’s it. Squeeze my fucking cock! Like that! Shit, I’m gonna…fuck I’m gonna cum!” NerdDOM grunted, his fingers digging hard into Goldy’s thigh.
“Inme…inside…fuckinginme…” Her words were running together as she struggled for breath, still riding her orgasm.
“Yeah. Fucking right, I’m gonna cum inside your little cunt. Ugh, fucking ready for it? Take it all Kr…er… Goldy…Pink Ranger… whatever the fuck, just take my AAAAHRRRHGHHGH!” He was bellowing like an animal as he shot his load inside Goldy’s upturned pussy. Her ass clenched and shook and more juices flowed, mixing with the overflowing cum that NerdDOM was pumping inside her. Gushing stream after shooting jet, deep into her tight little pink hole.
The passionate free-for-all fuck began winding down. NerdDOM pressed his cock into the little pussy hard and deep, smashing the puffy lips against his pubic hair and balls as he convulsed, pumping the last bits of his semen into the woman’s tunnel. He was panting and sweating as he pulled out.
NerdDOM held the camera close to Goldy’s pussy as he slipped out, her lips clinging with creamy glistening white. His penis slipped out with a loud pop. With a hand on her lower back, he kept Goldy up in the air, her breaths coming ragged and wet.
“Push it out.” The man’s gruff words were shallow and out of breath.
Goldy groaned, her ass cheeks tightening and her stomach clenching. A second later, as NerdDOM held her up, cum seeped out of her pussy. He pulled her labia apart to expose the stretched, dark hole of her pussy and the thick cum that was being pushed out.
“Fuck.” Goldy muttered. More came flowing out over her ass. DOM rubbed it into her asshole, making the woman gasp and her legs open more as he played with her.
“Fuck that’s gonna be a good first scene.” He said as he finally moved back, letting Goldy fall to the bed, laying flat and breathing hard.
The camera shook as NerdDOM climbed off the bed.
“First scene, huh?” Goldy panted, head coming up, the pink ranger visor still on, hiding most of her face. “Think you got more in you?” Her grin was crooked. She lay with her legs apart, cum visibly dripping and bubbling from her bald slit.
NerdDOM moved the camera to show his dripping, messy cock that was still rock hard. “Oh, I’ve got a couple more for sure.” The camera went back to Goldy as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Well… give me a minute to recover…” She started to say, but NerdDOM was already coming forward, grabbing her by her ankle and pulling her to the side of the bed. She let out a shrill gasp and giggle mixed together.
The video ended, focusing on her puffy pussy with a glaze of cum.
Chapter 2
August 2023 - Tuesday (12:30 PM)
Lacy stepped out from the office at the back of Silk Sophistication and started to make her rounds through the store. This location was almost exactly like the one she’d left back in Midland, though a bit more modern. Instead of posters and frames on the walls, there were screens all the way around the top of the walls of the entire store. The walls were painted a dark black, and the floors were a cream-colored marble. Mannequins wearing various styles of lingerie and intimate outfits were stationed at various places along the edge of the store. Down the center were circular, tiered islands with sectioned bins for various sizes, styles, and patterns of panties, all meticulously folded and laid out in a fanning design. Other islands held bras of nearly every size except for the larger and small ones, those could be specially ordered if needed. On either side of those islands were racks and displays of lingerie sets, regular undergarments, stockings, robes, swimsuits, and other accessories.
The lights overhead were bright and the smell of the store was like rose and vanilla. Changing rooms were near the back, along with the cash wrap and offices. Lacy made her way in a zigzag pattern through the store, her black heels clicking on the marble as she checked on customers and her co-workers. The dress code was a strict business professional with an edge of sexy. Lacy had opted for a dark skirt that made its way to her knees. A silk black blouse and pink mini tie and nude stockings. Most of the other girls wore the very lingerie they were selling under their outfits, but Lacy opted for a pair of white cotton bikini panties and bra. Simple. Functional.
She came up next to a woman who was looking at a sheer, sea-green corset set and looked a little nervous. “Ma’am, is there something I can help you with? Are you looking for a particular size?” Lacy had learned quickly to judge customers' sizes and needs. This woman had a very average body type. Middle-aged, maybe mid thirties at the earliest. Some curves and some fluff (she never thought of it as fat) and C cup breasts. If she was interested in this lingerie set, Lacy could easily find it on the rack or go to the back and find it.
The woman gave Lacy a nervous look and twirled a stray strand of her dark hair. “Um. Well, I was just wondering…” She stopped and looked extremely embarrassed. Her eyes were looking over the lace of the corset, the little hooks at the back that brought it together, the clips of the garter straps.
Ahhh. Lacy knew that look. She leaned in. “You’re wondering how easy it is to get on? Or… off?” She smiled slyly, but sweetly.
The woman giggled like a schoolgirl. Lacy noticed she didn’t have a wedding ring. That didn’t mean she wasn’t married, but in all likelihood, this woman was getting back on the dating scene and wanted to have a good night.
Lacy took the outfit from the woman and checked the sizing first, satisfied that it would fit the woman, she held it up against her front. “I assure you, it won’t be a problem getting in or out of. I think the only issue you may have is trying to keep whoever sees it from just ripping it off.” She gave the woman a wink.
Another peel of giggles and bright pink cheeks. The woman took the outfit from Lacy, clutching it to her chest. She was sold.
“And, if I might, this would look good with the white stockings we have over here.” She took a few clicking steps to a display and picked up a pair of sheer stockings that looked the right size for the woman’s curvy legs.
The woman’s eyes brightened. Lacy probably could have suggested anything to her at that moment, and she would have bought it. But, as a rule, Lacy refused to oversell. It was better to give people the things they needed, maybe just a little extra for fun, and leave it at that. They ended up coming back more. Not feeling like they’d overbought and needed to stay away from the store so they didn’t go home with a guilty conscience.
“Perfect.” Lacy said as the woman took the stockings. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me or one of my associates know. I’m Lacy, the Sales Manager, and we will make sure you get taken care of.”
“Thank you, dear.” The woman said and then hurried towards the cash wrap, eager to get into this new outfit for whatever date she had planned.
Lacy grinned and, clasping her hands behind her back, began walking her path through the store again. It wasn’t a very busy day, though Lacy wasn’t sure what this location's traffic flow was like day to day yet, but she was used to a much faster hustle and bustle. She made her way along the paths through the racks and displays before coming to an abrupt stop.
It wasn’t odd to see men in a lingerie store. Not overly common, but certainly not unheard of. Husbands would come in to buy fun gifts for their wives. Boyfriends getting something spicy for their girlfriends. Or girlfriends for girlfriends. Wife for wife. A bit more rare were the men that came in buying for themselves. Lacy wouldn’t kink shame, though she always found it a little funny when men were buying the corsets and teddies and it was clearly their size. Sometimes there were more sinister men that the staff had to watch. Men that came in picking out items that were for women, but there was just something about them. Something shady. Thankfully, Lacy hadn’t encountered one of those people, but the man she’d stumbled upon had her feeling like her luck might have run out.
The man was husky and squat looking. Not overweight, but boarding on it. His stomach was heavy and pressing over his pants, straining his belt. He wore a loose pair of jeans and a t-shirt with some obscure game that Lacy couldn’t place, but it had lots of scantily, skintight clad females with guns. His face was round with scruffy facial hair, dark wavy hair cut short. He had the vibes of one of those gamer guys that spent most of their day in a chair with several computer screens and a keyboard resting on their stomach.
Nothing about him seemed threatening. He wasn’t eyeing any of the customers or employees with shifty, perverted eyes. In fact, he was standing back straight, and looking critically over some of the new outfits that had just arrived. A pair of slim reading glasses hung from the neck of his t-shirt and he pulled them off, putting them on and leaning in to get a closer look at one of the mannequin torsos that had on a blue and cream lace lingerie set. The top half was a corset style with no back, the front lacing up with a crisscrossing silk tie. It was edged in nude lace, blue flowery patterns that were completely sheer. The panties were string backed with the front being a simple sheer triangle with blue lace trim and double straps for the hips and waist. It was one of the more expensive pieces. You could usually tell the expense by how little material there was.
“Sir…” Lacy stepped forward cautiously. “Is there something I could help you with?” She didn’t want to judge the man for anything. Judging by looks and societal norms wasn’t friendly, nor was it good for business. And there was no law that said this sort of man couldn't come in and look at things, or buy things. He wasn’t the normal clientele, but he had as much right to be there as anyone.
The man shoved his hands into his pockets and stood straight again, his stomach bulging out slightly as he did. “Hm? Oh, well, I was wondering what sizes you had this set in. I notice most of the ones out on display are more for the smaller framed women.”
“Are you needing something larger? If we don’t have it out, I can check in the back or we can have it specially ordered.” For a moment Lacy wondered if this rotund man was looking for lingerie in his size. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone had come in wanting something that was very unlikely to fit them or even be close to coming in their size.
He tapped his chin, then scratched at his scruff. “Well, what I’m looking for is a C cup, probably medium size.” He took his glasses off, tucked them back into his collar, and turned to Lacy, smiling. It was a friendly smile, nothing predatory, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her fidget. It was the way his eyes roamed over her. Not in a perverted, sexual way, but in an assessing way. Like he was measuring her. Sizing her up.
Lacy cleared her throat and folded her hands in front of her professionally. “We definitely have that. Let me have a look in the back for you.”
“Before you go. I’m also looking for a few other items.” I reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Hmm, do you think you might help me find these?” He held out the paper to Lacy.
She took it and looked it over. It was a list, a very comprehensive list, of several lingerie items. Corsets. Thongs. Strings. Bralettes. Bodysuits. Teddies. Night Gowns. Stockings. Lacy’s eyes widened as she read down the list. There were almost two dozen things listed in various sizes. All of them were on the high end. Most of them had the brand names next to their sizes and descriptions.
Lacy looked back at the man standing in front of her with renewed curiosity and confusion. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all. His stance was firm, hands in his pockets, waiting expectantly for Lacy to answer. The more Lacy tried to figure this stranger out, the more of a mystery he seemed to be. Most likely, the answer was simple. Maybe he was buying lingerie for cam girls or maybe OnlyFans models. That was a thing she’d learned about over the last year. People buy lingerie for women online to wear and send videos to the customer. It seemed a pretty lucrative business. Though, where this man was getting the money to pay for all this, she wasn’t sure. She hated to think he was maxing out credit cards, going into debt, all so he could see some random models flash some skin.
But that's none of her business. Her job was to make sure the customer was satisfied. “I think we can handle this. Do you need it all today?” Lacy asked.
The man nodded. “If it's not too much trouble.” His grin had that sly undertone that often made women want to stay a good ten feet away. But it also had a magnetism. A confidence that Lacy didn’t expect from a man like him. Usually a man that looked like him was far more introverted and awkward. Whoever this was, he wasn’t afraid to show exactly who he was.
“Well then. I can gather these up for you. Would you like to wait? We have some chairs next to the changing rooms you can use, unless you have more to look for.”
“That would be wonderful…” He held out his hand. “My name is Daryl. Daryl Henry.”
Lacy took his hand. It was large and firm, his fingers thick and slightly calloused. “Lacy. Cummings.” She replied.
Daryl nodded. “Good to meet you, Ms. Cummings. Lead the way.”
“You as well, Mr. Henry.” Lacy replied, and then, with a nod, turned and marched towards the back of the store. Daryl followed behind her. She couldn’t help but feel like that weighing gaze was sizing her up. Analyzing how she walked. How her hips swayed. She’d gotten used to being objectified by many of the customers that came in, but something about this man’s gaze… she was ashamed to say, made her nipples hard.
— —
Tuesday (5:00 PM)
Lacy sat on her bed and finally pulled off her heels. Her feet ached from walking all day through the store. After she’d assisted Mr. Henry, which had taken nearly an hour, business began to pick up and she’d barely gotten a break. She propped one of her feet up and started massaging it in the stockings with one hand while she unbuttoned her blouse with the other.
The day had been typical, except for Mr. Henry’s visit. It wasn’t just the strangeness of the massive list he’d brought with him. It was the man himself. His name kept nagging at her. Like she should know it, but she just couldn’t place it. That was absurd, of course. They’d only moved her a few days ago. She didn’t know anyone named Daryl Henry.
All told, Mr. Henry’s purchase had been the better part of two thousand dollars. One of her biggest sales ever. What in the world was a man like that doing with two grand worth of lingerie? A shiver went down her spine. Maybe she didn’t want to know.
Down stairs, James was putting dinner together for the girls. It was frozen pizza, pretty simple, but they hadn’t been able to get a good schedule together yet to make or handle anything more extravagant. Thankfully, their daughters weren’t picky.
Lacy let herself fall back on the bed with a sigh, her blouse unbuttoned, exposing her bra and letting the cool air of the bedroom touch her skin. If she wasn’t careful, she’d probably just fall asleep.
The door to the bedroom opened and shut quietly. “Lacy?” James’s voice was quiet.
She let one of her eyes open just enough to see her husband standing at the end of the bed. “Yeah?”
“You asleep?”
“Would I be answering if I was?”
“Dunno. You’ve talked in your sleep before.” James chuckled, bending down to pick up Lacy’s heels, and brought them over to the closet.
“Well, that’s not what’s happening now. What is it?” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching her husband come back from the closet, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Girls are eating and watching a movie. We’ve got a little quiet time before Game Night.” He slipped his shirt off, revealing a nicely toned chest. Not chiseled, but it was defined and Lacy loved looking at it.
“Game Night?” She brushed her hair back, groaning as she remembered. “Oh riiiiight. Game Night. That whole neighborhood-get-together thing. Do we really have to do that?”
“I mean… No. But, I think it would be good to get to know the neighbors. Let the kids play. I know it’s been a long day. Long week. And it’s not even half over. But we’ve gotta try to plug ourselves in.” James said as he was unbuckling his belt.
Lacy fell back onto the bed. “Geez. I really just want to relax. It was really hectic at the store.” What she wouldn’t give for a long, luxurious bubble bath and a glass of wine.
The feeling of her skirt getting pushed up made her eyes snap open. She looked down, seeing James kneeling between her thighs and, sure enough, pushing up her skirt. “James?” He just grinned and reached up between her legs and pressed his fingers against her panties, rubbing them against her hidden lips and making her groan. “James… wait, the girls…”
“Shh, they’re occupied. It’s a loud movie. Just relax.” He didn’t waste time. Her panties were pulled down and tossed aside and his thumbs pressed to her outer lips, pulling them open, exposing her to the air and his breath and then his tongue.
James pressed the flat of his tongue against her sex and dragged it from the base to her clit. Lacy sucked in a sharp breath and immediately reached down, grabbing her husband’s hair. She held it firmly as his tongue swirled around her clit. “Oh…oh shit.”
A finger entered her, sliding up inside her tight vaginal opening while his tongue lashed at her clit. “Fuck.. fuck honey. Oh, my god like that…”
He curved his finger inside and stroked the gathering of nerves that made up her g-spot. Her legs opened wider. Her breaths came quicker.
“Like that, honey? Hm? Did your little pussy need some attention? Is that why you’re so uptight?” Her husband chuckled.
“Ohhhhfuck, just shut up and eat me.” She panted and lay back, letting go of his head and bringing her hands up to her chest, pulling down her bra and cupping her tits, rubbing her thumbs along her nipples.
James moved his finger in and out, hooking inside and rubbing her g-spot roughly for a second before going back to fingering. His tongue explored her clit, his lips sucked at it, and then trailed around her labia and around his finger. Lacy writhed under his mouth. All the tension from the day morphed into tightening pleasure that was gathered between her legs.
“Open up.” James said, and Lacy lifted her knees, opening her thighs wider. Her husband pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue, sliding it inside, pushing in and out and lapping at her walls. She really hoped the movie was loud enough so no one would hear her pleasure.
Lacy played with her tits. Pinching her nipples and bounced them in her palms as her husband stimulated her pussy. His tongue was everywhere, exploring every fold and depth. His finger would come in and stretch her, thrusting in and out and then leave, being replaced by his mouth. Hands took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them as he continued, and then his tongue slid down further and traced over her asshole.
“Oh, oh holy shit, you dirty pervert!” Lacy gasped with a half laugh and half grunt as she arched her back. “Fucking shit yes.” His tongue probed her ass and then slid back up and traced her vaginal lips. Then it was inside her again, tasting every inch.
Pleasure was washing over her and making her quake. An orgasm on the horizon.
Suddenly, her husband's mouth vanished. She opened her eyes and looked down. He stood up, but didn’t get between her legs. Instead, he stood to her side and thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, hooking them inside to touch her most sensitive area. He began rubbing and thrusting fast and firm and looked at her with a burning desire.
“Oh…oh shit, James. James, oh my GOD!” she shook. Her thighs shuddered.
“Cum.” He ordered. “Fucking cum. Do it Lacy!” His fingers sped up. Her tits were bouncing fast and every nerve ending was on fire as a geyser of pressure built inside.
“Shitshitshit oh god honey oh fuckfuckfucking fuuuuuuuuck!” She arched, her orgasm exploding as his fingers continued assaulting her pussy. She began to squirt all over his hand and arm.
“That’s right. Fucking squirt. Cum! Cum you little slut!” James was almost barking at her as he fingered her almost violently, making her buck and shake and arch, wanting desperately to scream but biting her lip so she didn’t alert the kids.
Her squirt drenched James's pants, her stockings, the bed sheets. He kept fingering her for nearly a minute before he finally pulled his fingers out and let Lacy collapse. She lay on the bed panting, catching her breath as she let the pleasure of her orgasm glide through her. It washed the stress and tension of the day away. Whatever tension she still had concentrated itself between her thighs to that pulsing feeling inside. Her hand slid down her stomach, over her bunched skirt, to her sex, and gently caressed it with her fingers.
When her eyes could finally open, James was sitting on the bed next to her, pants gone. He was watching her quietly. He glanced at her hand as she was tracing her pussy, but didn’t make a move to do anything. “Feel better?” He asked with a grin.
Lacy smiled at him, a finger sliding between her wet lips. “Yeah. Better.”
He nodded and got up. “Then you should be good to go to Game Night.” He winked at her over his shoulder as he went back to the closet to get dressed.
She couldn’t help but laugh at her husband's little manipulation. She couldn’t complain about stress now. He knew her too well. Orgasms washed all of that worry away. And since they hadn’t fucked, she’d be wired for the rest of the night. “Dick.” She muttered with a smile and giggled, still touching herself. For a few minutes, she let herself revel in her pleasure before finally getting up, shedding the rest of her clothes and went to the closet to change.
— —
The neighborhood pavilion, as it was known, was situated in the middle of the little neighborhood cul-de-sac. Built of old brick it had large windows on nearly every side. The front of the building faced the playground. James and Lacy walked hand in hand across the street, the girls running ahead of them in the deepening twilight, to the front door, throwing it open. Light streamed out onto the front walkway, a gentle hum of noise flowing out, letting them know others had already arrived.
Inside, the pavilion was one large, open room with a kitchen on the far side, a couple of tables surrounded by chairs in the main sitting area, a few couches and chairs placed in a horseshoe pattern around a large television with several game systems hooked up to it, as well as a shelf that was jam-packed with movies and television shows that could be played on the blu-ray player. The girls had already made their way to the television with the other kids who were already there, talking fast and already beginning to argue over what games or movies they should watch.
Lacy wrapped herself around Jame’s arm as they walked towards the kitchen where the adults had congregated. She saw Joni there, her long silver hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in simple slim dark jeans and a yellow shirt that had a v-neckline that showed a bit of her cleavage. She was chatting with a group of people that Lacy hadn’t gotten to meet yet.
As soon as Joni noticed them, she waved them over and quickly made introductions. Emily Blanc was an hourglass figured brunette with sweet green eyes and a lovely quick smile. Her husband, Jeff, was a bit of a squat man, husky with a dark beard. He looked alot like a lumberjack. Two of the kids by the television were theirs.
Sarah Bennett was a pretty plump blonde and her husband, Michael, was a lanky man with sandy hair and looked the spitting image of an uptight accountant. The other child that was animatedly chatting with Lacy and James’s kids belonged to them.
Joni told them that the others would be there soon, until then they were just going to be chatting and drinking. She offered Lacy some wine and told James there was beer in the fridge if he was interested. Michael walked with James to the fridge, Jeff following, as if there were some unspoken signal that boys and girls should separate for their conversations.
Lacy didn’t mind. She was excited to get to know the other neighbors, even if she’d rather have been at home having relaxing sex with her husband. He was going to pay for getting her wound up. Their conversation was the typical fair, talking about what they did for a living, whose kids were whose and how old. General talk of welcoming Lacy and James to the neighborhood. They were like tweeting birds, sipping at their wine and quickly becoming friends.
As they talked and the kids screamed and shouted, having started playing Mario Kart, others started trickling in. Kristen Riggs, the local divorcee and yoga instructor, came in like a whirlwind, grabbed a wine glass and filled it nearly to the brim. She was dressed in tight red yoga pants, and an old worn power rangers t-shirt that looked way too big for her.
“Okay, so, today was a bitch.” She sighed, taking a deep drink of her wine before continuing. “So I teach this one beginner's class, ya know, basic yoga stuff. You could find it free on any app or YouTube but hey, some people want the live experience so I’m not gonna complain. And these two dicks…” Kristen paused, noticing Lacy for the first time. “Oh, hello. You’re new.” She held out her hand.
Lacy shook it with a smile and introduced herself.
“Great. Glad to have you here. Now… where was I, oh right, so these two little teenage pricks came in…” Kristen began to spout off the antics of the boys that had decided the yoga class was more of a free peep show rather than an actual class, but Lacy tuned most of it out.
Emma, Robbie, Roxie and Jade all came in shortly after, grabbing their own drinks (Roxie, a fiery redhead much like Lacy, opted for beer rather than wine), and began to fill the room with laughing conversations that overlapped and yet somehow all looped and laced together.
Lacy loved it. She’d been embraced without hesitation. The women laughed and joked, confessed about their days and made ribs about their husbands and kids. Every once in a while, one of the women turned to Lacy, asking a few questions and having a quick, private conversation in the middle of the wider back and forth within the group. They genuinely seemed to want to get to know her, and it made it easier for her to engage with them.
When she gave a glance towards James every once in a while, she saw he was having a similar experience. Already on his third beer, the guys were arguing over… it was either video games or sports… or maybe sports video games. She only caught little bits and pieces of their conversation and it didn’t really matter, because she saw James smiling and relaxed, which was rare when it came to social events.
It was nearly an hour before Joni pulled her phone out when it buzzed. “Alright, we should probably get started if we are gonna play.” She put her phone into her back pocket and set her wine glass, now empty of its third round, onto the counter. “Daryl is on his way. Looks like we are playing something called, Punish Me, Daddy.”
Lacy’s head snapped around as she put her glass in the sink. “W…what?” Surely she’d heard that wrong.
Her brain was abuzz from all the alcohol. Horrifying possibilities wormed their way into her consciousness. Had they just stumbled into some sort of… swingers event? No, that wasn’t likely since the kids were here.
Joni saw Lacy’s pale face and wide eyes and laughed. “Calm down!” She came over and patted Lacy’s shoulder. “It’s just a card game. Kinda like Cards Against Humanity. At least, that’s what Daryl said.”
Lacy nodded, a bit more at ease, but still a little worried. The only time she’d ever heard “punish me daddy” was in the confines of the bedroom, and even then she hadn’t said it to James. It had been in some porn movie they’d watched while on a romantic getaway. They’d thought it would spice up the bedroom, watching it while they did the deed. Unfortunately, the movie had been a bit too cheesy and funny, so the spice had turned into hilarity.
She walked with the girls and motioned to James to follow, as they all filed from the kitchen over to one of the round tables in the main activity area. They sat down, pulling out chairs and finding their places when the front door opened and a quick blast of night air rushed in, followed by…
Daryl.
A light suddenly came on in Lacy’s brain. Daryl. Joni had mentioned him the first day they’d met when she’d helped them move in. It was totally possible that the Daryl she’d met at the store was a completely different person. People often had the same name. Though Daryl wasn’t a very common one like John or David. However, any doubt she had was removed when the man walked in carrying a small black box in one hand and a six-pack of bottled Coke-a-cola in the other.
He was dressed in the same clothes she’d seen him in that afternoon. His glasses hanging from his shirt below his double chin. Closing the door, he waved the game box he was holding in greetings. The others around the table gave their own welcome as he shuffled over to the table.
Lacy was taken aback, unsure what to say. It was a little uncommon to run into someone she’d helped at the store, and even more so when it was a man.
Daryl came over, giving Lacy a polite smile, but no other indication that he recognized her. Maybe he didn’t. She was dressed more casually, her hair in a ponytail rather than down. It was possible he hadn’t paid enough attention to her at the store to really even pick her out from a crowd. People rarely remembered the sales associates they encountered.
Daryl put the game on the table along with the soda and turned to Lacy, pulling out the chair next to her. “Nice to meet you. The new neighbors, right? I’m Daryl.” His grin was pleasant and friendly as he held out his hand.
James reached past Lacy and shook. “Nice to meet you. I’m James, this is my wife Lacy.”
The man’s grin grew a little wider as he took Lacy’s hand. “Good to meet you, Lacy.” Something in his voice dropped a little lower and his eyes bore into hers, sending a chill through her.
He recognized her. There was no doubt. The way he looked at her told her everything she needed to know. But why was he not saying anything about their meeting? Maybe because he didn’t want to out himself for buying so much lingerie for some… purpose. A person's private life was private, and she wasn’t about to expose someone for something they wanted to keep secret. But… something in the way he squeezed her hand, and met her gaze with such intensity it felt… threatening wasn’t the word. Predatory. That was it. He looked hungry. Lacy might be a meal he would enjoy.
“Nice… to meet you.” Lacy stammered and gave a weak smile.
“So, ready to get punished by, daddy?” Daryl smirked and gave her a wink, turning back to the table as everyone settled in. “Everyone ready?”
James chuckled as he sat down and put his hand on Lacy’s back, urging her to do the same. “Okay, you’ve gotta explain this game to me.” He said, leaning forward on the table as Daryl was opening the box.
Lacy sat down, feeling Daryl’s presence far too acutely.
“It’s actually not hard. There’s Dares, Twists, and Punishments. So basically… if I had a card and its dare was for, say… Lacy, to give the person to her right a fake lap dance. Next she’d draw a Twist card. It adds a little spin on the dare.” He pulled out a card and grinned. “Like this.” He turned it so Lacy could see first and then showed the whole table. It read, Strip to your underwear.
Lacy’s cheeks were on fire. James had an eyebrow raised, amused and confused.
“So Lacy can decide to either do the Dare and Twist, or if she refuses, there’s a Punishment.” Again Daryl looked through the cards and pulled one out, showing it to Lacy, then everyone else. This one said, Flash everyone playing.
James snorted and nudged his wife. Lacy looked back at him a bit mortified, but tried to hide it quickly. “Now that would be a sight.” He winked but there was a concerned look in his eyes.
“Right.” Lacy muttered, turning her attention back to Daryl.
The vibe Lacy was getting from her husband was the same one she was feeling. They’d just met these people. They wanted to get plugged in, be friends, have a good relationship with everyone on the block and a Game Night certainly seemed like a great way to do it. But this game sounded a little risque. Of course, it obviously couldn’t get too out of hand with the kids only a few yards away, but still. She wanted to say something, like maybe suggest a different game, something she was more familiar with or that wasn’t so… possibly perverted. But no one else at the table seemed uncomfortable. In fact, most of them seemed entertained and intrigued by the premise of the game.
If she spoke up now, she’d be labeled a buzz kill. Or a prude. She wasn’t uptight. She could have as much fun as the next person. And the last thing she wanted was to alienate not only herself, but her kids from their neighbors, too. So… Lacy did her best to shrug off the odd teasing coming from Daryl and reached out, taking her husband's hand and giving it a squeeze. It seemed to reassure them both, and they continued to listen quietly.
He’d put the cards back and was pulling out the instructions to read them more thoroughly. Daryl didn’t bother to look back at Lacy, or acknowledge that he’d teased her. It was just polite joking, she was sure. But after her encounter with him that afternoon, it added a layer of dangerous curiosity.
Lacy settled herself, trying to shrug off the embarrassment, but every time Daryl read the word “Daddy” from the game instructions, she felt a jolt. A tingling sensation she didn’t understand in the pit of her stomach, radiating between her legs. Maybe it was because, after the third time he said the word, she noticed him glancing at her, his lips curving in a hint of a smile.
Even in that quick glance, she felt him assessing her. And it felt…
Lacy turned away, angling herself so she was more facing James and the rest of the table. It was going to be a long night. And this game, though interesting and maybe even fun, suddenly seemed dangerous when done in the presence of Daryl Henry. Man of mystery and lingerie connoisseur.
Lacy couldn’t decide, as they started to play the game, if the danger was like the excitement before an adventure, or if it was her primal instincts telling her to run. But, when all was said and done, Lacy stayed in her seat next to Daryl and began to play the game.
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