A Simple Survey? Ch. 02

The next few days after doing the survey passed in a blur. My dreams were filled with sex scenarios. I'd wake up multiple times a night desperate to be fucked. I was so ashamed. I could only fall back to sleep if I masturbated. I was finding my orgasms less satisfying though. I wished I had a big vibrator to ram into cunt. One day, in desperation I found myself looking around my house for something to use. I tried a carrot but that wasn't very good. I cried after doing it. What was I becoming? The thoughts wouldn't leave me and after looking around I realized the handle of my lint brush would work great. The handle was somewhat penis shaped, if a bit small. Someone had given it to me, but I never really used the thing. I just didn't pay that much attention to my clothes. The first time I masturbated with it, I had the best orgasm I'd had in a while. I started using it a lot and it was better than my fingers but after that first stunning orgasm, I found it less satisfying. A part of my brain whispered at me that the only way I'd have true satisfaction was to have a man fucking me.

I knew the Gurls survey company was doing this to me somehow. I didn't understand how it was happening. There must be subliminal or something. The diet coke had tasted funny. I had no idea, but I promised myself I wouldn't do any more surveys or videos. I deleted the email they sent me and even removed it from my recycle bin. People at work kept commenting on how tired I seemed and there seemed to be a mix of concern and irritation since I kept making stupid mistakes. The charity I worked for didn't pay much, but at least folks their tended to be compassionate or I'd probably already be in big trouble my performance had slipped so much.

Just as promised, after two days the envelope arrived. There was the check for $150.00 and, to my surprise, a $200 gift card for the local sex shop, Toyland, and a clothing store gift card. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of getting a vibrator but vowed I'd throw the gift card away. I was glad the check had come and knew new clothes would be good. I always looked so plain and shabby. I headed out right away. I didn't question why I suddenly cared about my clothes. I hurried out so I could stop before work.

First, I deposited the money and then I headed to the store to get clothes. I decided I could actually dress like a girl for once and tried on skirts. I didn't like most of the ones I tried on, but then one caught my eyes. It was too short, I knew that, but I couldn't resist. I would just try it on. It looked good and slutty. I told myself I was just goofing off and decided to get shirts that would go with the skirt. I chose several really tight, short shirts and tried them on. They worked with the skirt but I really needed something lacy too. I found a lacy shirt that was cut really low, revealing my cleavage. I needed a tight, black skirt too, I decided. I was getting totally turned on, but tried to deny it. I wasn't that kind of girl. I needed to focus on shopping. I realized the other thing I would need to go with these outfits was heels. It took a bit to find a pair that fit and I liked. They ended up being 4 inch heels. I couldn't really walk in them but they were perfect with the outfit that I was still wearing. It was time for me to learn to walk in heels, anyway. Why hadn't I taken the skirt and shirt off? And why was I so incredibly turned on.

I went back to the changing room and pulled the clothes off. My underwear were soaking and I pulled them off. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't stop myself. I began to frig myself, staring at my reflection. I was crying in humiliation and that just seemed to turn me on more. I was fingering myself wildly and trying to contain my moans. Finally, I came. It was the best orgasm I'd had since that first time with the lint brush. For a few moments I stayed there panting, staring at myself. I hated what I was become. I hated that slut in the reflection, but that orgasm just felt so good.

Finally, I started putting my clothes back on. I stuffed the underwear in a ball in my pocket so I could throw them out. They were so soaked; it didn't seem worth it to put them back on. I looked at the time and realized I was really late for work. My shame deepened, which triggered a wave of arousal. I didn't have time to shop for more work suitable clothes now, so I gathered up the items I'd selected and rushed to the check stand. The first gift card I pulled out was for the sex shop. I let out a moan and the cashier looked at me questioningly. It was obvious I'd been crying and here I was moaning. There was no way I could explain so I just shook my head. I really thought I'd thrown that card out. I was so turned on again. I grabbed the clothes card but my purchases were more than the card had on it. It was a good thing I had just put that money in my bank account, so I could pay for them.

I rushed out and got in my car. I had to call work but I didn't know what excuse to use. I decided to tell them my car had broken down and my cell phone had been dead so I couldn't call earlier. I wasn't sure when I could make it in. I was super sorry. They weren't happy with me. I felt horrible. I was letting them down. I was letting them down because I'd been buying slutty clothes and playing with my clit in the changing room. I had never felt so low and it made me so horny I could barely think. I turned on my car ready to go home but I knew I'd just get busy with the lint brush. Maybe if I bought the vibrator, I could finally settle down. The lint brush wasn't really working anymore and I didn't want to have to masturbate in public again. I tried to push the thought away but it wouldn't leave. I drove around for a while but ended up circling back towards the mall and pulling into the Toyland.

I don't really know why, but I felt like I couldn't enter the store in my plain, nerdy cloths. I pushed the seat back, looked around for people and started to change. I slipped the lacy shirt on, over my tee-shirt. I then pulled the tee-shirt off my head out the sleeve of the black, lacy shirt. The white bra I was wearing showed through, and my tits weren't that big, so pulled it off too. I slipped off my socks and shoes and then I placed my tee shirt over my lap and wiggled out of my jeans. I blushed furiously when I realized I wasn't wearing panties. My embarrassment made me even wetter than I already was. The only thing covering me down there was my tee-shirt, I knew I should pull the skirt up. Instead, I decided I should clean myself up a bit and grabbed some napkins to wipe myself. As soon as I touched myself, I lost control. I began rubbing my clit wildly. The shame at what I was doing just drove me on. Someone walked by my car and I froze, hoping he wouldn't look in. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I mentally screamed at myself to stop but I just couldn't. I needed to cum. I couldn't though and I groaned in frustration. I needed that vibrator. I shimmied the skirt up. I was soaking and thoughts of wiping myself again surfaced but I knew it was just an excuse to lose control again. I slipped on the heels and climbed out of the car.

I wobbled into the store, a horny mess. A girl met me and asked if I'm looking for anything in particular. I can feel my embarrassment. I look around hoping I can just grab something and go but everything is so new and arousing and I can't think well. I stammer and tell the girl I'm looking for a vibrator. She asks me what kind and I have no idea what to say. She talked about things like clitoral stimulation and insertion and I can feel wetness leaking down my legs. I blurted out, "I need something inside me!" I couldn't believe how horny and desperate I sounded. The man that had walked by the outside of the car is in the store and looks over at me. The whole thing turned me on so much, I felt like I could almost cum right then. A moan escaped me. The girl recommended a dido that seems huge and I take it. I really couldn't think about anything but getting home and getting my wet, leaking cunt stuffed. She discussed lube and I take that too. I am barely aware of what I've agreed too. She says I'm so enthusiastic perhaps I want to try a butt plug too. I know I will never use it but the next thing I know I'm at the check stand with the dildo, several kinds of lubes and a butt-plug. It cost more than is on the gift card. I've used up a chunk the money I earned from Gurls.com very quickly. Once I have my purchases, I wobbled back out. I needed to get home. Even though I was intimidated by the size, all I could think about was getting the vibrator inside of me.

Stay tuned for Chapter 3...

http://www.acapela.tv/en/my-account/show/salegabriel/

https://taz.de/!ku54178/

https://public.tableau.com/profile/lulu2145/#!/

http://szotar.sztaki.hu/en/hungarian-english-dictionary/forum/pornograf-3286788

https://www.techrum.vn/members/golopequ.97666/about

https://digiphoto.techbang.com/users/qidiyowu

http://157.tapuz.co.il/olamot/userprofile.aspx?username=rihuyupo

https://chatrooms.talkwithstranger.com/user/yutisoqo

https://telegra.ph/Danielle-Ison-12-16

https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3576919

Комментарии

Популярные сообщения из этого блога

Legjob from the Owner of the Shop

Stepdad Carl Pt. 18

Two Thighs Ch. 16