The Market Seller

Every day I pass through the market in my break, going to buy my lunch from the kebab shop. I pass many stalls with dresses, but sometimes there is one market seller whose voice goes down in a soft, deep whisper just for me: "I'll give you a dress for free, choose, any dress you like". He is young and his arms are tanned, his shoulders bulge pleasingly under his T-shirt. He always wears sunglasses, and his smile for me is open and sexy. I have passed him many times, and every single time he recognises me and offers me a free dress. I always refused.



Until today.  My boss is not in and I can take my time. The sun is shining hot and I am feeling frisky. I sway my hips from side to side as I walk down the street, and I can feel the eyes of men passing by on the curves of my perky butt.



And there he is. Under the dark sunglasses, his smile spreads wide when he sees me coming his way. I notice his plump lower lip and the delicious shadow under it. I wonder what it's like to have that lip kiss my right nipple. I get a tingle in my crotch.



"Hello, gorgeous!", he says in that deep, quiet voice he has for me. "Nice to see you again!"



Nice indeed, I think, biting the inside of my lower lip, so he doesn't see me grin too wide.



"Hello!", I say, trying to sound casual.
I start browsing some grey office dresses, and I feel him coming nearer.



"Any dress is free for you. I have Hobbs and Phase Eight here, have a look".

"You know my style", I say.
"I can tell by that sexy figure of yours", he purrs in my ear.

That tingle between my legs is getting more delicious and I squeeze my thighs together.  He's got his dark glasses on but I feel his eyes on my cleavage.

"You like this one? Try it, it's your size."  He's got my size spot on.

"Come here inside this shop, you can try it on, there's a changing room".  I follow him inside and he opens a curtain for me. There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the shop.

I go in, take off my dress and squeeze my nipples through my bra. My breasts are awake and hot darts shot through them.

I hear him humming a little song just behind the curtain as I pull on the new dress. I try to reach the zip and he says "Let me help you with the zip."

I pull the curtain and pretend to look shyly in the mirror. He pulls up the zip slowly, his knuckle tracing a lingering path up my spine. I get a delicious shiver all over my back. He fusses with the dress, straightening it over my waist and hips, brushing my curves gently with his fingers. He looks in the mirror over my shoulder, watching for my reaction. I don't protest to his touch, so he brushes lightly over my breasts, pretending to innocently smooth it out.
I squeeze my thighs and feel my pussy going wet. He's lifted his glasses now and he is looking me straight in the eyes in the mirror, and I catch myself closing my eyes one second longer in pleasure as he brushes my nipples again.  He palms my breasts gently and leans me against his chest, still looking me in the eyes in the mirror. I suck on my lower lip and notice him eyeing it hungrily. He squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I let out a soft, staggered sigh.

My pussy is wet and slippery under the dress as I circle my hips slowly, and he catches me doing it and pushes his crotch against my butt. He breathes hotly on my neck and kisses me lightly under my earlobe, kneading my breasts with his angular hands. I lean my head back against his shoulder and offer my neck to him. He grazes my skin softly with his teeth, sending shivers down my shoulder, and then he licks and sucks it, slowly and deliberately.

I am breathing in shallow gasps and I am pushing my butt hard against his crotch. He is rubbing his hard cock against me through his jeans. He pulls the curtain tight behind him with one hand, while holding my breast with the other one and squeezing hard at my nipple.

I am squirming in his hold and he brings me closer to his chest. His hand is now in my hair, softly grabbing a handful and tugging gently, while he kisses my neck again. My scalp is tingling and hot shivers run down from my neck to my nipples and my pussy.

He runs his hands down my arms, all the way to my hands, and he takes them and puts them behind his neck. Then he caresses the skin of my arms back down to my armpits, draws circles around the whole size of my breasts, and continues down along my waist and hips.

"What a perfect figure you have!  I Iove these big hips and this small waist!", he says, drawing the shape of my body along my sides.

I circle my hips and grind my butt against him.
"Mmm, you sexy pussycat", he purrs in my ear.

His hands slide down the sides of my hips, and he bends his knees slightly, to reach my knees.

"This is the perfect length for you", he says expertly, while his hands brush lightly over the edge of the dress and over my legs. I try to wriggle away but stumble back in his embrace. He catches me and helps me back on my feet, while lifting the hem of my dress a notch. He fingers the inside of my thighs with one hand, while holding me prisoner with his other arm over my waist. I can't move, all I can do is breathe heavily and look him hungrily in the eyes in the mirror. He holds my gaze while slowly tracing my inner thighs with his index finger, higher and higher, lifting the hem of the dress and exposing my voluptuous thighs.

He nudges my head over to the side with his forehead and kisses my neck again, hotly, biting me a little harder.

I surrender and open my knees wide apart, and he slides his hand up over my thighs to my wet knickers.

I see his hand in the mirror cupping my crotch, then he draws small circles with his fingers over my knickers. I am biting and sucking on my lower lip, and he brings up his fingers to my nose and I breath in my musty animal smell. Then he sniffs his fingers too.

"Mmm, you smell so good!", he groans, licking his fingers. Then he pushes them slowly inside my mouth. My lips swell and pout around them, sucking at them and biting them ever so softly.
"Oh, you sexy bitch!", he whispers, and turns me around to kiss me. He looks me in the eyes, long and slow, his face close to me, and my breath gets heavier and heavier with expectation, but he doesn't kiss me. He lingers, his lips above mine, his eyes gazing in mine, waiting, while I am panting loudly with desire. He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck it hard, my lips hot and wet around it.

He groans and covers my mouth with his lips, and bites gently on my lower lip, sucking it softly and grazing it with his teeth.  I am kissing his upper lip, tasting his mouth, chewing gum and soft flesh. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me slowly, his hands in my hair, tugging just enough to send shivers all through my scalp and back.

Then he gropes my breasts through the dress, pinching my nipples hard, and I let out a small mewl. I kiss him harder and bite on his lip, and he catches my tongue and sucks on it. He pushes his knee between my legs and forces them open.

He kneels down and pushes his hands up the sides of my dress, and catches the top of my knickers. He stares up into my eyes, reassuring and lusty.

"Let's get rid of these, shall we?", he whispers.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back, pushing my breasts up, and I feel his hands pulling down my panties, slow and tantalising. My pussy flushes with a new wave of moisture and he's already got them to my knees, and down my legs, to my ankles, and invites me to step out of them. He leaves the hem of my dress modestly covering my upper thighs.

Still on his knees and looking up into my eyes, he reaches to my breasts and kneads them slowly, squeezing gently on my nipples. I put my hands over his and press them harder.

"You're so sexy", he purrs, coming back up. He holds me against his chest, his arms around me, and he kisses me slowly, tasting my lips. His hands go down on my butt and feel the fullness of it. He fills his hands with my butt cheeks and squeezes them through the dress. He puts his knee again between my legs and I push my crotch against his. He holds me close by the butt, kneading it.

I am so hot I pant loudly and try to keep my voice down so they don't hear us from the shop. My hips are grinding against his and my butt is tingling in his hands. My skirt has lifted over his leg and he slides his hands under the hem on my naked butt. I let out a gasp at his touch and he gazes into my eyes with a smile. I push my breasts and my pussy against his body as he gropes my naked butt cheeks. He bites my neck and then I feel his hands go up over the back of my dress.

"Let's take this off, shall we? ... Or maybe not..."

He turns me around, back to facing the mirror, and he bends me over, holding me firmly but gently by the hair. He zips down his jeans and pushes them down, and I feel his warm, smooth skin against my butt. His hand gropes under my skirt from the front and finds my slit.

"You are SO wet", he murmurs between his teeth.

He skims back and forth, over my pussy lips, slowly, the outer lips, the inner lips, and dips a finger inside me, then takes it out and flicks my clit. I let out a muffled moan. I am holding my hands against the mirror for balance, my butt against his naked crotch, feeling his pubic hair grinding against my skin. He bends me lower and enters me a little with the tip of his cock, still flicking my clit. I sigh with pleasure and back slowly against his cock, pushing my wet pussy and my butt against him, pulsating rhythmically. He holds me down by the hair, the other hand expertly rubbing my wet clit. I squirm and moan with pleasure, and then he pushes me gently away. I let out a disappointed "Ahh...", wondering what is next.

He zips down my dress and peels it down to my waist, slides the straps of my bra down, and pushes his fingers inside my cups. He grabs hold of my breasts fully in his palms and takes them out of the bra. I push my chest out into his hands and my butt naked against his crotch, arching my back.

"You dirty minx, you love it!", he whispers, kneading my bare breasts and watching my eyes in the mirror. I lean my head back and he kisses my neck, then bites it and pinches my nipples. I close my eyes and grind my butt slowly against his hard cock.

"You are gorgeous!", he says, and I open my eyes to see myself in the mirror. My breasts are naked in his hands, the dress gathered around my waist, my pussy naked under the hem, my legs open wide, my butt pushing against him.

"Come on, fuck me", I whisper, almost choking. I bend over deeper and he grabs my clit with one hand, one breast with the other, and he enters me slowly, his big cock filling me inch by inch. I pulsate my hips back and forth on his cock as he gets deeper inside me. My clit and pussy are engorged and I push harder against him, waves of pleasure washing over me from his fingers on my clit and on my nipple. I hear him pant louder and his deep voice grunting behind me, as he pumps hard against my naked butt.

"You sexy, fucking minx", he growls as he slaps my butt. I muffle my scream and push against him faster.

"You like being slapped, don't you", he whispers, slapping me again and again, then groping my ass. I push and grind and press his hand on my clit, my naked breasts swaying in the mirror. He puts a fingertip in my asshole and I explode, drilling his cock as fast as I can, choking my screams so nobody can hear from the shop. When I slow down and breathe, he is still hard, and he comes out.

He sits on the stool in the changing cabin and sits me on his lap, straddling him. He gropes my naked tits and starts sucking them gently. I didn't know there is more in me, but he is turning me on again, my breasts warming up under his grazing teeth. He feels my butt and squeezes it, then wets a finger in his mouth and slides a fingertip in my asshole, and starts vibrating it. 

This is so deliciously dirty that I roll and push against it, my pussy dripping again. I search and find his cock and slide it back in, rocking back and forth on it. He is still sucking my nipples and he spanks my bottom, and I go faster and faster. I whisper into his ear: "You are such a fucker, you are driving me crazy! Spank me hard!"

He's drilling my pussy hard and I ride his cock, grinding my clit against his pubic bone until I come again, squeezing him hard in my arms and biting his shoulder so I don't make any noise. He comes at the same time with a sigh, and keeps sliding in and out of my pussy for a few more moments.
Then we just hold each other, panting, catching our breath, me straddling him on the stool, with the new dress around my waist and my butt red from spanking.
"You sexy beast", he whispers in my ear. "See you next Thursday at lunch for your next dress."