6 Times a Day



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Ginger had stayed where she was for lack of a better idea on what to  do. She was pleased when Susan came back, still clutching her breasts  but seemingly happy. "Susan? I'm sorry. Did I go too far there?"

"Nah," Susan replied. "I just had to check in with Suzanne.  She's sort of the leader of our pack." Susan liked to consider herself  the number one mother in the family, but she didn't fight the reality  that for most practical considerations, Suzanne belonged in charge.

"So, is it okay?"

"Well, I don't know. I much prefer a cock to a cunt. What  about you?" She was conscious of Suzanne's questions and was trying to  get answers.

"If someone put a gun to my head I'd probably prefer cunt to  cock, but I'll definitely take both." She grinned, adding, "Especially  if it's a dildo gun. Not to mention, there are all kinds of cocks, like  these plastic ones here." She walked a few feet over to where there was a  wide selection of dildos and vibrators. "Normally, we don't allow  in-store test-drives, but in your case we might make an exception." She  immediately grabbed a vibrator that she knew had working batteries in  it, and turned it on. It looked like a large, shiny, silver bullet.

Susan smiled, as she knew what was coming next, but she  pretended to be more interested in shopping. "But there's so much more I  need to buy. Like these nipple clamps. Lately I've started to lactate  and I'm beginning to leak. What do you recommend?"

Ginger pushed the vibrator up into Susan's pussy without  comment, and merely said casually, "Lactating, eh? Does that mean your  master has knocked you up?"

Susan's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. She turned  to Ginger and said, "First marriage, and now pregnancy! Ginger, this  store is a place of the most wonderful fantasies! Oh my goodness! Alan,  knocking me up?! Filling his own mmmm-mouthwateringly, cum-thirsty sex  slave with his potent, life-giving sperm?" Yet again, she'd almost said  "mommy", but she thought she'd made a good save this time. "Ginger, I so  dearly wish it was true! But sadly, I'm infertile. Let's talk about  other things."

"What's with the lactating, then?"

"Oh, that's so Alan and the rest of us can have fresh milk  all the time, straight from the source. It's induced. I was recently  designated the mommy of the harem, so I'm just starting up." She  thought, Phew! That should cover any further possible "mommy" slip-ups. Damn, Suzanne would be proud of my cleverness there.

"You sure are an interesting bunch," Ginger commented as she  sawed away with the very active vibrator. "You're going to want  something more useful, not to mention sexier, than a nursing pad to soak  up leakage. I personally recommend nipple clamps, perhaps some of our  quick-release constrictors, to gently keep you pinched closed enough not  to leak ... until you want to let down your flow. Let me get you some  to try out." Ginger rummaged around with her free hand, as if searching  for an item. "I must admit though that I'm curious. How is it that Alan  can juggle having four or more outstanding women like you? Don't you get  jealous with each other?" With her free hand, she reached out to grab a  package of nipple clamps and she began unwrapping the plastic wrapper.

"That Alan. He's too clever for us. If one of us were to ask  him something like, 'Which one of us do you like the best?' he'd never  give a straight answer. He's far too suave and diplomatic. He plays us  all like fiddles. Where's a big-titted woman who can resist that kind of  cleverness, that's what I'd like to know! Who am I to do anything but  spread my legs and submit to such a superior master? God, I love that  term! 'Superior master'! Mmmm. Just saying it makes me so damn hot!"

"Big-titted?" Ginger asked quizzically, as she clipped the  nipple clamps on Susan with her free hand. She was fucking Susan's pussy  with the vibrator, using her other hand. She moved it in and out with  long, slow strokes while the vibrator shook at its highest setting.

Susan was too busy trying to fight off an upcoming climax and  keep the thread of conversation going to comment about the nipple  clamps. But she explained, "Alan's a bit of a tit man. Frankly I don't  know if you'd qualify. He fucks only the best."

Ginger thought, I know two things. One, I want this woman  in the worst way. Two, I want this Alan even more. I know it's immature,  but when I hear "he fucks only the best" I want to prove my worth so  bad. Just how big is his harem, anyway? When that busty Nordic blonde  and that sexy black girl were in here a few days ago, weren't they also  talking about an Alan? Could it be the same guy? I doubt it, but  anything's possible I guess. I HAVE to figure out how I can meet him!  First, I'll drive Susan crazy with lust. I don't think that'll be very  difficult. She got Susan to move a few feet further down the aisle with her, to the section that had the anal dildos.

"Have any women turned him down?" Ginger asked with real curiosity.

"Are you kidding?! We're all just helpless, defenseless  pussies to be plowed and filled by his man-seed. If he wants you, he'll  have you. Who are we to dare resist?"

Ginger bent Susan over like a living sex doll, starting to  insert an anal vibrator that she'd just picked up off the shelf and  turned on. She was surprised when Susan not only bent over so willingly,  but also accepted the intruding vibrator so easily, as if it were the  most natural thing in the world for her to take something up the ass.  When Ginger finally pushed the vibrator all the way in, she felt the  residue of lube that hadn't been rubbed away earlier by Susan's panties.

Ginger thought, This woman is really over the top. No man  can be half as amazing as she makes him out to be. But still... Normally  it's such a bother to figure out if my next target is submissive or  dominant, but I'm not exactly burning out my brain cells trying to  figure that out with her. Look at how she bends over and takes the two  vibrators without question, like she's used to a daily dildo stuffing.  She could be a lot of fun to play with. Not to mention, she really is  one of the most outstandingly beautiful women I've ever seen. I should  turn on my dominant side and see just how far I can go.

She asked, "Susan, have you ever tried S&M?"

Standing back up, Susan reached out to hold and inspect  Ginger's breasts while she answered, "Not really. Alan's never really  gotten into that, maybe because this harem is only a couple of months  old. But I have been spanked a couple of times, and that was great. I  love a good spanking. Oh, and Alan tied my arms and legs to the bed a  few days ago and blindfolded me on top of it. Now THAT was a great  fuck!"

Ginger noticed that Susan not only didn't object to having  her holes filled with vibrators, but also seemed to be loosening up (in  more ways than one) with every passing minute. "Well then, you're going  to like what I'm going to do next. Let me get some rope first." She  walked off to get some rope from another part of the room.

Now that Susan was left alone momentarily, she began to think  about her public exposure and get worried. She looked around and  noticed that Suzanne was nowhere in sight, either. "Hey! Ginger! Where  did my friend go?"

"Oh, I'm sure she's checking out the front of the store,"  Ginger replied as she grabbed the rope and began walking back to Susan.  "We've got a looooot of great sexy clothes up there, in the front  section."

Ginger was lying about Suzanne. While Katherine and Amy could  still be vaguely heard shopping in the front section, Ginger in fact  had noticed that Suzanne had walked into an "employees only" door in the  back of the store. (Susan, between the nipple clamps and the two  vibrators pulsing away inside her, wasn't noticing much else at all.)  Ginger correctly assumed that Suzanne was up to some further intrigue.  She'd already decided that she was ready to play along with whatever the  intriguing red-head came up with.

Normally there were at least two employees helping out the  customers at the shop. But the other employee at work that day, Cindy,  had been told to remain in back so Susan wouldn't be too self-conscious  when Ginger started seducing her. But when Susan unexpectedly asked for  Suzanne's permission half-way through Ginger's seduction, that had  rather ruined Suzanne's plan to keep Susan a bit frightened and thus  more aroused. So on the spot she had come up with a new twist to her  plan. She went into the back room and found Cindy, and told her of her  new idea.

Ginger knew exactly how to tie up another woman with just the  right amount of pain and pleasure. She used a rough rope and tied her  up tightly, causing pain, but she also ran the rope over very sensitive  and sensual parts of the body, causing pleasure. She pushed the anal and  vaginal vibrators all the way in up to their flanged bases, then ran a  rope right up Susan's pussy lips and over her clit, and also up her ass  crack. She ran ropes all over, much more than was necessary just to tie  Susan's arms behind her back.

Suzanne and Cindy covertly watched through the "employees  only" door until Ginger was done tying up Susan, and only then did Cindy  play the role Suzanne had asked her to do.

Cindy, dressed in unremarkable street clothes, walked out  into the back room where Susan and Ginger were, but looked away from  them. She said, "Ginger? You there?"

Ginger and Susan both ducked down in the aisle they were in,  getting below the level of goods on racks and shelves so Cindy wouldn't  be able to see them. But there were three long aisles in the back room,  and if Cindy just walked forward a few feet, she'd be able to see Ginger  and a naked, cowering Susan.

Susan was instantly horrified as she heard the sound of  someone walking nearby. She was fairly certain that it wasn't Suzanne,  as she knew the sound of Suzanne's high heels, and she had a strong  feeling that it wasn't either Katherine or Amy. She'd been drifting  along in a blissful sexual fog, happy to boast about Alan and try to  test Ginger for "Alan-worthiness." But all of a sudden it hit her that  she was completely bound up with rope, wearing nipple clamps, stuffed  full with two vibrators, and on public display in the middle of a store,  to boot.

She wanted to scream or cry but she dared not make a sound.  At the same time, she desperately wanted out of the ropes, but her  extreme helplessness in the face of danger aroused her terribly. With  her hands and arms bound as they were, about the only useful movements  she could make were to duck down or walk. She let out a silent scream of  both fear and arousal.

Cindy began walking down a different aisle. She knew exactly  where Ginger and Susan were and she was purposely avoiding going there -  for the moment. She said in a loud voice, "Ginger, where are you? This  place is a mess. Clothes on the floor, clothes everywhere. It looks like  a tornado came through here!" She bent down and began picking up some  of the items.

Ginger meanwhile, merely put a finger in front of her lips to  signal to Susan to be quiet, and then she grabbed some clothes off a  nearby rack and checked to see if any fit her size. She discovered a  costume that fit her, which happened to be a nun outfit, and she started  to put it on. She wasn't too concerned about being caught - she figured  that whatever Cindy was doing, it was something Suzanne had instructed  her to do for Susan's sake.

Susan however, was increasingly terrified. The sound of  Cindy's voice obviously confirmed her worst fear that the person drawing  near was a stranger. She and Ginger were in the middle aisle, and Cindy  was just one aisle over. The fact that Ginger was dressing only made  her feel even more exposed and helpless. She thanked her lucky stars  that at least there was some light rock music playing throughout the  store, or else she was convinced Cindy would have surely heard the  rustling sounds of Ginger changing.

In fact, Cindy did hear those sounds. She waited until she  guessed Ginger had dressed and the sounds died down, and then muttered  to herself, "Well, this aisle is cleaned, finally. I hope the next one  isn't so messy. Ginger, I know you have to be around here somewhere. Are  you in the bathroom?"

At that, Ginger whispered to Susan while putting her nun's  habit on, "Quick, to the next aisle!" They stayed ducked down and went  around to the aisle farthest from Cindy.

Susan was forced into an ungainly hobbling waddle, bound as  she was. There was nowhere else to go from there, though, as there was a  solid wall on the other side of that aisle that separated the front of  the store from the back.

Cindy walked into the middle aisle and exclaimed, "My Lord.  Ginger, where ARE you? You not only left a mess here, but look. Some  freshly unwrapped packages, including nipple clamps. Ginger, are you  playing with one of the customers again? I thought I warned you about  that for the last time." Her voice echoed tones of disgust as she  continued mumbling to herself. "Don't tell me you've found yet another  impressionable, horny, slut to take advantage of. Ah, I know. You must  be in the changing rooms." She walked to the changing rooms, located off  of a different wall from the one Susan and Ginger were cowering near,  and made a lot of noise opening and closing the changing room doors.

Susan took advantage of Cindy being occupied with the doors  to whisper to Ginger extremely quietly, "Please! Help me! Can't you get  the ropes off? I'm so scared I think I'm gonna die, plus the ropes and  vibrators are about to make me cum! I won't be able to stop myself from  screaming!"

"Hmmm." Ginger whispered back. "Unfortunately, it'll take a  long time to get those ropes off, and it'll make too much noise. We'd  better not. But I can help with the screaming." She went down the aisle,  ducking all the way, grabbed a mouth gag that included a life-sized  penis, and tied it around Susan's head.

Susan was so out of her mind with worry and arousal that she  didn't resist in the slightest. In fact, she didn't even realize what  Ginger was doing until the gag was on her, and the plastic penis was  deep in her mouth. This latest indignity only increased her fear,  frustration, and arousal even more.

The head of the dildo pressed down into her throat, almost  triggering her gag reflex. It took much of her concentration to simply  breathe. But at the same time, she loved the sensation of having it in  her throat, not to mention the feelings caused by the rope and nipple  clamps. She got off more on being restrained and helpless than the  actual rubbing and squeezing on her body.

Then Ginger whispered, "I should at least try to get these  vibrators out of you." She made a big show of trying to pull the big  vibrator in Susan's vagina out, but a rope constantly stimulating  Susan's clitoris also ran right across the middle of the vibrator's  flanged base. Ginger kept pulling the vibrator out a few inches, only to  find the rope wouldn't give any more, then she'd push the vibrator back  in and try again. In so doing, she would tighten and loosen the ropes  all over Susan's body, sending shock waves of pleasure everywhere.

Susan cursed in her own mind, Stupid Ginger! Why doesn't she pull the rope to the side first?! To the side, to the side! She was still naïve enough from her earlier innocent days not to  realize that Ginger was purposely failing to get the vibrator out and  was effectively fucking her over and over again as she slowly pushed and  pulled on it. But her body could only handle so much stimulation. She  cried out into her gag as a great climax, and then another, ran through  her.

"What was that?" Cindy said out loud. "Ginger? Are you hiding  somewhere? Come out already. Don't play games with me. Is anyone  helping the customers I hear out in front?"

Just then, Amy walked through the door from the front of the  store to the back. She turned down the aisle and her eyes bugged out.  She opened her mouth to speak, but the look of abject fear on Susan's  face stopped her from actually saying anything. She wasn't in on the  scheme, but she could instantly tell that Susan and Ginger were trying  to hide, though she was a bit puzzled why Ginger seemed to be fucking  Susan with a vibrator instead of trying to do something useful.

Amy saw Cindy approaching and decided she needed to draw  attention away from Susan. "Excuse me. Could I get some help here in the  front of the store?"

"Certainly," Cindy replied. This interruption was unexpected,  but she could see no way out of helping a customer. She walked to the  doorway between the two sections. Amy cleverly stood at the start of the  aisle where Ginger and Susan were squatting down, blocking most of the  view in their direction.

Susan looked at the feet and legs of Cindy standing on the  other side of Amy and closed her eyes in fear. But the next thing she  knew, Amy and Cindy were gone and Ginger was motioning at her for her to  move. Ginger shooed her into the nearest changing room and then hurried  away.

Susan was still tightly bound with objects plugging up her  mouth, asshole, and pussy, but she let out a great sigh of relief. She  felt safe, at least for the moment.

Suzanne had been observing much of this the whole time by  peeking through the "employees only" door. But she decided that Susan  had had more than enough excitement for the day. After all, the goal was  to get Susan over her fear of public exposure, not make the fear worse.

She walked over to the changing room containing Susan and knocked on the door. "Susan? You in there? How are things going?"

Susan couldn't answer properly until Suzanne unfastened the  penis gag and pulled it from her mouth. Susan was breathless over how  close she'd come to discovery. "Suzanne? Is it really you? Thank God!"  Susan felt completely overwhelmed by her experience.

Suzanne tried to calm her down a bit, but wasn't entirely  successful. At least she was able to undo the ropes and hold her in her  arms for a while. After a few minutes of idle chatter as they continued  to embrace each other in the dressing room, Suzanne said, "I'm feeling  guilty. I have to confess something."

"What?"

"That whole thing that happened to you and Ginger just now,  you know how you were running around like crazy, trying to avoid Cindy?"

"What?! You know all about that?"

"Yep, I do. Matter of fact, I set it all up. Wait!" She held a  hand up with a stop gesture. "Before you start screaming bloody murder,  realize that there was a point to it."

Susan was pissed. Her eyes narrowed and growled, "A point? What point? Suzanne, you're mean!"

"I know, but the point was, we need to get you over your fear of exposure in public places. Just think of all the fun you could have  with Alan in the great outdoors, once you're cured of that. So it was  kind of a trial by fire. I wanted you to start getting off on exciting  situations. I wanted you so out of your mind with arousal that it would  completely overtake your fear. In fact, you'd be able to see that fear  can take your arousal to even greater levels. I wanted you so wild with  pure lust that you'd very nearly go insane. Did it work?"

Susan looked back on what had just happened. She was  exhausted, but she'd rarely climaxed so hard or so often in the span of a  few minutes. "Yeah, admittedly. But don't do that again! That was mean.  And I think the thing that was the saving grace was getting all tied  up. There's something about that... I don't know what."

The two of them talked for a while about what Susan had  learned about what turned her on. Suzanne and Susan made a deal: Susan  would agree to try more public exposure in the future, but only if  Suzanne gave her some warning of what was going to happen in advance.

Eventually, the two of them went back out into the store  (fully dressed again) and rejoined the others in making purchases.  Katherine and Amy entered the back room not long after Susan's adventure  with Ginger ended, and the two of them went wild over the selection  back there. All four women did nothing but shop for a while. There was a  lot of gnashing of teeth at the $400 spending limit. Suzanne eventually  caved in and increased it to $600, but that didn't help matters much,  since the other three women all built up "must have" piles containing  over $1000 worth of purchases.

After yet more fun and shopping, Katherine suddenly realized  her time to leave early had arrived. The time had snuck up on her so  quickly that she didn't have time to winnow her purchases down to just  $600, and left that responsibility to Amy. Every single item in her pile  had some kind of feline theme to it, so she figured she couldn't go  wrong no matter what Amy whittled her pile down to.

The other three shopped with Ginger's help until the time  they'd allowed for their excursion came to an end. Their car was  practically bursting with shopping bags when they finally left for home.