A New Life

Sometimes things can happen unexpectedly and change your future forever. I had just finished my first semester as a part time student at an in-town college and to earn some extra money took an evening job at the local department store. Although it took a few days to be trained to work the cash register, credit authorization machine, and learn all the finer points of the job, by the end of the first week I felt quite proud when I got my paycheck. I had been working at the department store for about a month each evening and all day on Saturday in the gift department. When a fellow employee failed to show up one day my manager asked me if I would mind working awhile in Ladies Attire. It seemed Nancy was down with the flu as well as several others in that depart- ment, and they were quite shorthanded. Obviously being a junior employee I was expected to fill in wherever needed, however, little did I know or realize what would happen and how it would change my life.

At first, working in Ladies Attire was similar to working in the gift department. I basically would ring up sales and package the merchandise women selected. Upon occasion, our rule of a maximum of three garments in the changing area required me to request potential customers to allow me to hold extra garments. I would drape the garments over the door to the changing room after retrieving garments they did not like and had left for me to put back on the rack. I had been doing this for several days and felt I was being very helpful and customers had actually complemented me on my service twice. I was working on Saturday night about an hour before closing when an older lady walked into the department and started looking through the evening gown rack. I couldn't help but notice her right away as she generated an aura of elegance, dressed in a tailored business suit whose skirt was just high enough to allow her long nylon encased legs to be modestly accentuated. Her hair was black, with streaks of silver that appeared to be natural and she wore loop earrings that made her facial features and high cheekbones most pronounced.

After taking two gowns off the rack she snapped her fingers towards me, not so much as a request but more as a command.

"Young man, I would like to try these on. Could you take these to the dressing room and open the door for me."

"Yes ma'm," I responded and left the register and went to help her. Taking the two gowns, I led her to the dressing area and opened the door to a cubicle.

"Well, aren't you going to hang them up," she said as I held the gowns with one hand as she walked into the cubicle. Moving closer to me, she fingered my name tag, observing my name.

"Come on now, Gill, I don't have all day. Place those gowns on the wall hook now!" she ordered.

"Yes ma'm," I again replied, stuttering a little as I brushed against her ever so slightly as I hung the gowns on the wall hook on the far wall in the changing area. In passing her I couldn't help but inhale her scent, a musky perfume that like her clothes immediately indicating wealth and elegance.

"Please let me know if I can be of further assistance," I mumbled as I turned to leave the changing area. Before I could fully turn her hand moved like a cat, silently raised until her fingers ever so lightly surrounded my wrist.

"Not so fast young man. I would also like to try on these gowns in a size 8. Would you please get them for me!" she asked, however, instead of a question she ended her sentence with an exclamation, making it into a command. As I told her I would be right back, her fingers unwound from my wrist and I went out to the rack area to retrieve two more gowns, forgetting about our policy limit of three garments in the changing area at any one time.

When I returned to the changing area I was holding a gown in each hand and attempted to knock on the changing door although it was rather awkward. To my surprise the door wasn't locked, and my knock pushed the door inward.

As I looked into the changing area I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment as the lady had removed her jacket and skirt and was in the process of removing her white blouse, with the buttons apparently just unfastened as she slid her arms out of one sleeve and then the next. Although she was not directly facing me, before I could bid a hasty exit she turned directly towards me. She was now only wearing a black wire support bras- siere, slip, and what appeared to be a panty girdle whose snaps held up her nylons. Her brassiere pushed a magnificent pair of breasts upward, exposing most of the top of each of the creamy mounds while her slip rode the top of the panty girdle, leaving exposed her hourglass figure that tapered into a thin waist. As I stood there transfixed she moved closer to me. "What nerve you have, sneaking up on me. If you're going to stand there like an imbecile and stare at me, at least be produc- tive. Help me with this gown, now!" she said, pointing to one of the two gowns I previously brought into the dressing area for her to try on. "I, I'm not supposed to be in here," I protested, but before I could actually finish the sentence she moved forward until she was directly in front of me, with her breasts practically touch- ing my chest. "Stop this nonsense now. Put those two gowns your holding on the wall hanger and get that one over there." As I did what she ordered, she took the gown from me after I removed it from the hanger and slid it on. It was a long black evening gown with a slit running up the length of one side and a zipper from the waist to the collar in the rear. Turning her back to me, she told me to zip it up, while stepping backward until her posterior was almost jammed into my crouch. I couldn't help myself, for as I went to raise the zipper I could feel my manhood raising itself. Turning around to view herself in the mirror she couldn't help but notice my erection, however, she appeared to ignore it. As I stood there, embarrassed, and with my manhood at attention she proceeded to use her hands to smooth out the gown, running her hands over her hips, down her sides, over her backside, even cupping her breasts, with each stroke exciting me further. After a few minutes she put her back to me and simply said. "Unzip." After she removed the gown she turned to face me again, with her breasts pointing directly at me, their creamy mounds thrust upward as she came closer. Stopping just before they touched my chest, I was in a panic, not knowing what to do, my embarrassment all the more because of my erection that was touching her slip. Before I knew what was happening she reached down with one hand and touched the tip of my trousers, running her fingers over the fabric that contained my protruding member. As her fingers lightly rubbed the fabric I felt helpless, neither being able to turn and run nor do anything else. As I stood there she moved her other hand upward to her left breast, placing her fingers into the brassiere and popping her breast out until the nipple was in view, exposing the pink nipple surrounded by a sea of milky white flesh. Before I could react she moved her hand behind my neck and pushed my face forward, until my lips encircled her nipple. Like a baby, my immediate reaction was to suck, taking her nipple into my mouth. I could taste the salt of her skin as I licked and sucked her nipple, running my tongue up and down, left and right. As I was sucking her nipple I felt myself stiffening, for I was on the verge of cumming. Then, all of a sudden she pushed me away. "That's enough for now," she said, popping her breast back into her brassiere. Her hand then reached upward to my face, stroking my cheek and moving her fingers to my lips. After putting a finger on each lip, she opened her fingers, lightly pressing my lips apart as I opened my mouth for her. "You have a promising tongue, all you need is the correct train- ing. Now, take this gown and ring up the sale. I'll give you my credit card after I get dressed. Since its almost closing time, I'm sure you won't object to delivering my gown in person." "I, ah," I started to say something but before the words could leave my mouth her hand was back on my erection, gently rubbing it through my trousers in a circular motion. "Yes ma'm," was all I could mutter as I left the dressing area holding her gown and returned to the cash register to ring up the sale. Within a few minutes she came to the counter, giving me her credit card so I could complete the transaction. Instead of keeping her portion of the credit card slip, she removed a pen from her purse and wrote her address on the slip, pushing it back to me. "I expect you to deliver the gown promptly at 10 PM tonight. The doorman will be instructed to let you in. You will take the elevator to the penthouse. There is only one apartment on the floor, just knock and I will let you in." Before I could say anything she put her pen back in her purse, snapped it shut and turned from the counter. As she walked away she swayed her hips just a tad suggestively, leaving me in a state of excited anticipation of what might happen later in the evening. After the store closed I carried her gown to my car and drove to the address she had written on the credit card slip. It was only a short drive from the store, a 10 story apartment building with parking in the front. As I walked into the lobby the doorman stopped me and I realized I had not even looked at her name on the credit slip. Taking it out, I told the doorman I had a delivery for Ms. Carla Boothe in Apartment 10A. True to her word, the doorman told me I was expected and gave me directions to the elevator as well as buzzed her apartment to let her know I had arrived. After getting off of the elevator I knocked on her door and waited for several minutes. I was just going to knock again when the door opened and she stood before me, telling me to come in. "Place the gown on the chair in the living room. Come on, I don't have all evening." As I responded to her request she sat down on a couch and kicked off her heels. "You can't believe how hard heels are on women's feet. Why don't you be a good boy and give me a foot massage. Come on, they won't bite you. Sit down on the floor and use your hands to rub the bottom of my feet." Moving over to the couch I sat down on the floor as she request- ed. As I crossed my legs she thrust one foot right into my crouch and giggled as my face turned red with embarrassment. As I sat before her and gently began to rub the sole of her foot through her stocking she spread her knees apart, revealing an expanse of thigh. My god, I could look upward and see the tops of her long legs under her skirt and the straps of her panty girdle that fastened the stockings in place. Although I tried to avoid glancing upward, I just couldn't help myself for the sight was obviously most appealing and I could feel my erection growing as I massaged the bottom of her foot. After a minute or two she thrust her foot upward, with her sole pressed tightly against my mouth. "Go ahead, open your mouth!" she ordered, forcing her silk cov- ered toes into my mouth before I could protest. As I sat there before her, she wiggled her toes in my mouth. At first I didn't know quite what to do, but my tongue began to react to the taste of her toes that penetrated into my mouth through her stocking. I couldn't believe myself as my tongue involuntary began to lick her toes, for I had lost control of my functions, reacting to her without protest. After stuffing her foot into my mouth she gradually withdrew it, placing the sole back against my face as I licked the bottom of her foot. As my tongue continued to lick, she moved her foot, providing me with her ankle to worship in a similar manner. She turned her leg slightly as an invitation to worship her calf as my head bent forward in tandem to her body language. "Up higher!" she ordered, spreading her knees further apart as my head moved forward and upward. Within a minute I felt her hand behind my neck, forcing my head still further upward until I realized her panty girdle was a garter belt and there was nothing covering her feminine womanhood. As she pulled my head further upward I could feel her shifting her position on the couch, spreading her legs further apart until my face was directly positioned at her cunt lips, my nose inhaling her feminine scent. "Its time to make Carla feel good. Come on, service me, I know that's what you want. Go ahead, lick me gently. I want to feel that tongue of yours on my clit." As she continued giving me instructions she pulled my head further upward. As my tongue started to invade her love nest I felt her grab both of my ears, pulling my head further upward. I couldn't protest, I couldn't talk, my head was buried into her. Every time I stopped licking she pulled my ears harshly, making me go back to work diligently. My tongue found her clit and I could hear her start to moan and her body stiffened. Her juices were flowing into my mouth as I lapped her like a pet, overcome by her moistness and the rubbery, salted taste of her hidden zone I felt captivated, controlled by her. After awhile I felt her body shudder, her juices flowed into my mouth like a wave. She gave a sigh and before I knew what was happening she pulled my head by my ears backward, removing my head from between her legs. As I looked up at her she laughed. "Probably your first taste of pussy. I can tell. Go wash the drool off your face and bring me a glass of chilled white wine from the refrigerator while I freshen up." Before I could move she rose from the couch and walked away, ignoring me, like I was a fixture and not a person. Her taste on my lips drenched my mouth, I couldn't think of anything to do other that to do what she request. After going to the refrigerator I removed the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, thinking she had invited me to drink with her. When I returned to the living room she was standing in the door- way. She had removed her suit and slip and was wearing a house- coat draped over her shoulders. Underneath her brassiere and nylons attached to her garter belt were clearly visible, as well as her pubic hair that covered her mound. "You bad boy, I told you to get me a drink. Did I give you permission to make yourself a drink! "No ma'am," I replied, realizing my mistake. "Just because I invite you to my apartment doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. I think you need some training in respect. Put down those glasses on the cocktail table and take off your clothes this instant." Before I could protest she moved in front of my and smacked me twice with her hand, crossing my face in each direction rapidly. "Hurry up, I don't have all night," she said. As my facial cheeks began to sting I rapidly put down the glasses and started removing my clothes as directed. Within a minute I stood before her in my birthday suit. "Give me your tie," she order. "Its time for obedience school! Now, get down on all fours so I can give you your lesson." As I slid down onto the carpet she tied my tie around my neck like a leash. "Ok doggie, let's take a walk. Come on, follow me," she said, pulling me by my tie as she pranced me around her living room. Yes, I felt peculiar naked on my hands and knees, being pulled this way and that way like a dog, but at the same time I felt an overriding sense of wanting to comply with her desires. I just couldn't help myself, it was like her presence was overpowering as her long silk stocking encased legs stood there for me to gaze at as I moved in response to each tug on the tie fastened to my neck. "Very good, you're learning fast. Now let's see if you can perform some tricks like an intelligent pet," she said, pulling me towards the table where I had placed the wine glasses. She lifted one glass and placed it on the floor in front of me, pulling me towards it. "You want a drink. Go ahead, lap it up!" she ordered. Before I could respond fast enough to her command she lifted a foot and placed her toes on the top of my head, forcing my mouth down into the wine glass. My tongue darted out, slurping up the wine as much as possible as her toes pressed my head downward. After a few minutes my tongue had emptied the glass halfway, about as far as possible as I couldn't reach down into the glass any further. As I stood there on all fours she suddenly pulled me away from the glass, making me back up. "Roll over, on your back, now!" she commanded. As I obeyed, she immediately lowered herself to her knees strad- dling my body, first sitting on my chest with her womanhood pointed directly towards my face. Slowly, she slid forward, until her lovenest was directly over my mouth, smothering me with her pubic hair and vagina lips. She spread her knees further apart, moving a drop more forward, until the top of her vagina was almost directly above my nose and her clit stood out like a small penis, pointed into my mouth. "Make me happy, go on, service me!" she commanded. I had no choice, I was overpowered and helpless as my tongue began to probe her lovenest, darting into her exposed cavity, licking the rubbery walls of her vagina, my saliva mixing with her juices as she pressed down further and further, opening her inner body to my probing tongu. As my tongue continued its servicing I felt her hands under my head, pressing it upward as her body pressed down. For a moment I thought my head would be stuck inside her for the pressing and friction became so intense. As I continued to respond to her I began to savor the taste of her fluids, I could feel and taste her as she began to grind her body into my face while simultaneously pulling my head forward. I was captivated, encased in her flesh, smothered by her. Her body began to vibrate, I could feel her shudder and vaguely heard her moan as more and more of her fluids began to mix with my saliva. I could feel my erection growing as my tongue probed inward and up and down her rubbery walls. All of a sudden my tongue felt a flow of fluid emerge from her. Like a robot I responded automatically, licking it, swallowing it. As my tongue continued to see out the fluid she suddenly removed her hands from the back of my neck and before I knew it she slid off me, rising to stand over me as my tongue involuntarily licked her fluids off my lips. "I can see your developing a taste for pussy juice. When I first noticed you at the department store I said to myself, Carla, that boy looks like a good pussy licker. I knew my intuition was correct. Would you like to be able to have this juice on a regular basis?" she asked, dropping her fingers to her vagina and spreading her lips so I could see her wet vaginal walls dripping with a mixture of my saliva and her love juices. Lying on my back looking upward into her vagina I felt captivated and knew what I would say before th words left my mouth. "Yes ma'm," I replied. "From now on call me Miss Carla." "Yes Miss Carla," I replied, not moving from the floor. "That's very good, now let me show you my appreciation. I see your little thing has grown and your all excited from licking my pussy. I suppose you want to stick it in somewhere ? "Yes Miss Carla," I replied again, thinking that she would allow me to make love to her. "Follow me!" she ordered, grabbing my tie and pulling me towards her bedroom. Only, we didn't go into her bedroom as she pulled me into her bathroom and made me straddle her bidet, with my member pointing down towards the water spout. Slowly, she placed her hand around my erection, gently rubbing my member, her fin- gers stroking the tip in circular motions as my body began to tense. I could feel myself on the verge of cuming, her fingers milking me like a cow. She placed her other hand on top of my head, stroking my hair as the fingers of her other hand tightened around my member, encircling its tip. "Good boy, Miss Carla is going to relieve little Gillie now." As she petted my head her other hand continued its stroking until my body completely tensed, and then, all at one I felt relief as my fluids flowed downward into the bidet. She then turned on the water and using a towel dried me off. "You can get dressed now," she ordered. "Its time to call it a night." After I dressed she asked me if I could type. Although I was surprised by her question, I replied that I was going to college part time until 1 PM each day and had learned how to use a word processor and spreadsheet programs. "That's excellent, just what I'm looking for. Here's my business card. I work till 8 or 9 most evenings and need a good assistant and girl Friday that can type, answer the telephone and," as she placed her hand on my face "make me happy whenever I get horny. I'll expect to see you on Monday at 2 PM. You call the depart- ment store Monday morning and quit that job." Before I could even answer she took my hand and manipulated it until my middle finger protruded, forcing it up her vagina for a second. Withdrawing my hand, she moved it back and upward, until my index finger was in front of my lips. Like an involuntary reflex I opened my lips and licked the finger, again tasting her pussy juice. "That's a little present to think about until Monday. I'll see you then at 2 PM," she said, pushing me out of her apartment. As I stood in the hallway waiting for the elevator my thoughts turned to Monday. A new ife awaited me.