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A Day Of Retail Therapy
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Jenny leaves her boyfriend Mark, sleeping off a
hangover in their hotel room during their holiday. She
visits the local shopping centre and is coerced into
going to a local market by some dodgy looking local
Spiv. But when she feels uncomfortable with his help,
he turns nasty. (MF, nc, huml)
***
So there she was, in the dining area of the hotel in
sunny Tenerife with her partner, Mark, still sleeping
off his hangover in their room. Jenny was absolutely
fine, a few Vodkas to loosen her up and the dance floor
was hers but Mark overdid the sherbets and this
morning, his head was paying the price.
Jenny smiled to herself as she chomped on her muesli,
thinking of how she could turn this to her own
advantage. It was definitely good material to wind Mark
up with and, boy would she use it to her full
advantage.
Jenny sipped on her glass of fresh orange juice as she
gazed out of the window at the outdoor pool. The sun
loungers were all taken and she mused at how many of
them would be Germans! She didn't care too much as she
had other plans for the day, a bit of retail therapy in
an air conditioned mall with fresh coffee to boot, just
what the doctor ordered.
The sun was alone in a cloudless sky and it was
destined to be another scorcher, she thought to
herself. That could make Mark even more dehydrated and
she thought about taking him a bottle of water to their
room. Then she thought that the lack of fluids would
add to his headache and that made her smile. He was a
big boy now, he could look after himself.
Jenny left the dining area and went to the hotel shop
to buy herself a British magazine to read on the bus
into town. Dressed in a skimpy white skirt and a top
which showed to the world she was bra-less made her
look incredibly horny. Her perfectly made hair and
minimal make up adding to her beauty and sexiness.
She was looking hot and she knew it by the subtle
turning of male heads, the obvious ogling even through
heavily tinted sun glasses and Jenny felt like a
million dollars, full of confidence and vibrancy on
this bright and pleasant morning.
The bus ride into town was pretty uneventful and she
was soon in a modern mall looking at a range of locally
made clothing, imported sports wear and international
jewellery and watches. Converting the Euro into
sterling was not necessary, she had allowed herself the
indulgence of spending a fixed amount. After that, she
would have to go without. Anyway, it was a bit like
finding a boy friend, the fun was in the chase!
Jenny's sense of humour continued through the morning,
eventually settling down in a coffee shop with a latte
and a chocolate slice.
A Spanish gentleman had been following her, or so it
seemed. Everywhere she went, he appeared, his olive
tanned skin and 3 days beard growth endeavoured to give
him a rugged look but succeeded only in making him look
untidy. She'd first noticed him by his pungent body
odour as he'd passed by her as she was looking at
bracelets. Since then, she'd got the impression he'd
been following her.
She'd not spoken to him, but Jenny had decided in her
mind he was called Manuel, after the character in
Fawlty Towers. Short and middle aged, his casual
clothing made him look sad. Tragic, almost. Jenny
thought that maybe he'd taken a break from begging in
the street and that beggars probably made a fortune
from tourists at this time of year. But if he was a
beggar, why was he sat opposite her with a large
Americano and a packet of Marlboro?
Jenny went back to her magazine, interested in an
article about teenagers being coerced into the sex
trade from the far east into Europe. She felt a
presence beside her and she looked up into the dark
brown eyes of the character she'd labelled Manuel.
"You have a light?" he enquired, his accent obviously
European. Jenny shook her head.
"Sorry, I don't smoke" she said, returning to her
article. The Spaniard put his cigarette back in the
packet.
"No. Nor me. I try to give up!" he said, smiling at
Jenny. She looked up at him and tried to smile but his
overpowering body odour made it difficult to be
pleasant. At least it hid the smell of tobacco and
spicy food from his breath.
Jenny nodded and returned to her article, hoping Manuel
would get the message. He persevered.
"You look for pretty clothes?" he said, obviously
having watched her shopping habits.
"Mm, hmm," Jenny replied, trying not to get into a
conversation.
"I know very good place. You come" he said, taking her
by the hand. Jenny shook her head.
"No. It's OK, really" she protested but the stranger
was very determined.
"No. You come with me. I show you. Very good place.
Pretty clothes for pretty lady. You come," he said,
both hands under her armpits and for a short man, he
was powerful.
"Look, I don't want to..."
"You come" he insisted, almost dragging her from the
coffee shop. "Very nice clothes. Very cheap" he said
smiling all the time. Jenny had heard that the locals
were very friendly but she was a little worried what
might happen to her. This was Tenerife, not New York or
London however, so although concerned, she decided to
go with the flow. She didn't have to buy anything, did
she? She could just look. What harm would it do.
The Spaniard took her out of the mall and across a
couple of streets to a local market area, stalls laden
with a range of goods. This was obviously where the
locals shopped, there were no touristy goods as such,
no dodgy stuffed donkeys and other cheap tat, it was
all locally made lace and hand made goods. Jenny felt a
little more relaxed, although she still was uncertain
about Manuel and his intentions. She felt, maybe, he
was just a guy employed to attract customers to the
market. The warm summer air added to Manuel's sweating
and his odour became stronger. He could do with a bath,
though, and Jenny tried to remain upwind from him.
"Look. Pretty clothes. No?" he said, his pigeon English
sufficient to be understood. Jenny nodded. She was not
totally comfortable here but she was adapting to the
environment. There were no prices displayed so she
assumed it was a matter of ask a price and haggle.
Manuel led her to a stall which he obviously had an
interest in, maybe he was the proprietor or owned a
share in the business. It specialised in beach wear and
ladies lingerie and Jenny began to feel uncomfortable
again, not least because of the crowd around the stall
had pushed Manuel into her personal space and Jenny
tried to breathe in through her mouth, his odour now
very offensive. No one else seemed to notice his aroma,
however, and he pushed his way to the front of the
stall.
"Here. You like?" he said, picking up a two piece
bikini set in sky blue and white stripes. "You try" he
said, taking her by the elbow and leading her to the
side of the stall where some canvass sheets had been
set up as a changing area. Jenny protested but Manuel
remained as determined as ever.
"You try, you try" he said, almost pushing her into the
changing area, pulling the curtain closed behind her.
Jenny found herself in a canvas cubicle about the size
of a telephone kiosk, a small stool in one corner and a
cheap wire coat hanger hanging over one of the metal
supports she assumed to put her own clothes on whilst
she changed. She viewed the bikini and looked for a
label with a size. She found no labels at all and
guessed it was locally made. Probably no need for
sizing labels, every one knows each other here, Jenny
thought to herself.
She didn't like the design or colour much but Manuel
had taken the effort to bring her down, the least she
could do was to try the darned thing on. Even if things
got nasty, she could buy it and give it to a charity
shop when she got home. Maybe not, the design was so
out of fashion that even the most needy charity shop
would refuse it!
She peeled off her top a wriggled out of her skirt,
taking time to hang them on the hanger. She stepped out
of her briefs and looked around for a hook or something
to hang them on. There was nothing about. She bent down
and laid them on the stool in the corner, her back to
the opening of the canvas door blissfully unaware that
Manuel was watching her through a gap in the material.
Jenny could smell his presence but merely thought he
was hovering outside. She stood up and reached for the
bikini top, noticing this was strapless and did up at
the front. She bent down to pick up the bikini bottoms,
again her back facing the entrance giving Manuel a
super view of Jenny's sweet pussy lips and arse. Manuel
started to sweat even more.
The swim wear was not a bad fit, a bit loose around the
bust and Jenny had visions of jumping into the pool and
loosing her top. Kinky. She knew Mark would love it but
she was not so sure. The briefs were a good fit,
however. She realised there was no mirror so she went
to the opening, Manuel moving away promptly before she
noticed him.
"Is there a mirror..." she began but Manuel
interjected.
"Very pretty. You no like?" he said, beckoning for
other shoppers to come and look at Jenny. "She look
good, no?" he said loudly, gesticulating to the blond
bomb shell stood in front of them. Jenny's face went
beetroot red, making her look sunburnt.
"Do you have a..."
"Very pretty" Manuel interrupted her. "Maybe you like
more colour," he said, picking up another two piece set
in dark blue with white swirls around the nipple area
and pubic region. "You try, you try" he said, pushing
her back into the cubicle, closing the curtain behind
her, leaving a small opening. Jenny was getting cheesed
off with this smelly and pushy salesman, but decided to
humour him until the opportunity arose to get away. The
canvas cubicle had no other way out as the base was
tied to the metal upright posts.
Jenny felt trapped. She quickly removed the striped
outfit and pulled on outfit with the swirls on,
struggling with the briefs as they were smaller than
the previous set and as she pulled and wriggled, her
bust bounced giving Manuel a show to remember, her
ample tits bouncing around like a pair of pin balls.
Manuel noticed his groin stirring with the view and he
surreptitiously placed a hand in his pocket, stroking
himself through his pocket.
Jenny struggled to get the top on over her breasts, the
strapless bikini top struggling to reach across her
ample 36 inch bust. She breathed in deeply and managed
to get the clasp to grip, releasing her breath gently
in case the clip should give way under the pressure. It
was far too small, she though to herself looking down
at the volume of flesh poking out of the top of her
bikini. She may not have liked it but Manuel was very
appreciative of the look.
He opened the curtain almost on cue as she turned to
exit the cubicle. Again, he went through the process of
embarrassing Jenny into purchasing the item.
"Too small," she got in quickly, pointing to her bust.
"Not too small," he said, "Look, I show. You adjust,"
he said pushing her back into the cubicle and closing
the canvas behind them. He placed his hands on the
material at the side of her tits, fumbling blindly at
the material. There were no adjustments on this design
but he was having fun exploring her breasts. He turned
her to face him.
"Adjustment here," he said and before she could do
anything, he'd undone the clip at the front and had
removed the top from her. Topless in a cubicle in the
middle of a market in a strange part of town in a
country where she was a visitor, she began to panic but
Manuel tried to calm her down.
"You OK," he said firmly. "You OK."
"Get your hands off me, you pervert," she said, trying
to slap Manuel.
"You think me have sex with you?" he said. Jenny
blushed a bit. She did think he was trying to get his
evil way with her but now it seemed so ridiculous. All
he was doing was trying to help her with a swim suit.
His methods were a little unorthodox, maybe, but just
trying to be helpful. She began to calm down but Manuel
was getting worked up.
"You think I have sex with you?" he said, his voice
raising. "You think that me..." he said, his arm
movements accentuating his rising vocal tones, "...have
sex with you?" Then his voice quietened down and his
manner became more menacing.
"If you expect sex, then I give you sex" he said, his
brown eyes showing his darker side. He placed his hands
on her shoulders and his power forced her down to her
knees, her fear building but she felt paralysed, unable
to move, scream or talk. He unzipped his trousers and
revealed his stubby erection, two blisters along the
shaft of his cock from excessive masturbation were
still weeping as he forced his cock at her mouth.
Unable to move, she felt his cock enter her mouth, the
taste as foul as his smell.
She wanted to spit it out, to tell him to stop, to cry,
to stop the entire situation, to get dressed and get
back to the hotel, to cuddle up to Mark. But this was
here and it was now and Manuel had the control. She
felt his erection against her tongue and the bump of
the blister against her tongue made her feel sick,
especially as she could taste the salty taste of the
clear serum that oozed from his wounds.
"You want fucky, I give you fucky," he said, his voice
inaudible to the crowds outside. Jenny knew it would
only take one scream and it would be over, that some
one would come to investigate, to save her. But she
couldn't muster the energy to scream. She could barely
inhale and exhale as the horror evolved in front of
her. She felt numb all over as Manuel removed his cock
from her mouth, guessing what was to come.
He turned her to face the stool, leaning her forward
and kneeling down behind her, his short frame ensuring
his feet remained within the cubicle, invisible to the
passing crowds just a few inches away. Manuel struggled
to remove the bikini briefs from Jenny but managed to
get them to her knees, pulling them over her ankles and
smelling the crotch area.
"Mmm, you want fucky fucky?" he said, his hand between
her legs massaging her pussy lips, his odour filling
the cubicle like a noxious gas. In Jenny's confused
state of mind, she wondered if this smelly man should
have to carry a Hazchem board.
He sensed more than felt his cock at her pussy lips,
probing at her sex, trying to gain entry to her most
private of areas, her most personal part. He had licked
his fingers and had tried to moisten her but she was
still in a state of paralysis, her fear locking her
emotions, trying to block out what was happening to
her. She felt him enter her only when the moistness of
his spittle and his pre-cum met the resistance of her
own dry pussy.
He used his body strength to force himself into Jenny,
taking her self respect away. Jenny experienced a great
burning pain as she was impaled by his stubby hard
cock, she wanted to scream but was unable to do so. He
forced himself deeper into her pussy, his cock
thrusting with such vigour, Jenny expected the motions
to become apparent and that some one to come in to the
cubicle any second, to stop this situation.
Jenny was disappointed as Manuel continued to fuck her
from behind. She felt tears in her eyes, tears of fear,
tears of pain and tears of embarrassment. But she
couldn't cry.
"I fucky you. You fucky me. We fucky each other,"
Manuel chanted quietly but loud enough for Jenny to
hear. "I fucky you. Me fucky you and come. Me fucky you
and come," he chanted. Jenny tried to knock her head on
the stool, hoping it was a nightmare and she would wake
up. She still couldn't move.
"Me fucky come. Me fucky come," Manuel said, leaning
forward and grabbing her bare tits with both hands,
squeezing gently at first but as his climax approached,
his grip became more extreme.
"Oh, me fucky come," he gasped, his own breathing
laboured and she felt him tense up at her behind,
climaxing deep into her pussy, and Jenny imagined him
violating her more personal area with his oily skinned
semen, each one pungent in odour and in need of a
shave, unable to speak the Queen's English. He pumped
his load into her waiting womb, releasing his tadpoles
into her sweet innocent body.
His climax subsided but the grip he held on her breasts
remained for some time until his cock became limp.
Withdrawing from her pussy, he stood and dressed
himself.
"You buy this one, no?" he said. Jenny didn't look at
him, she just nodded her head.
"I wrap for you," he said, leaving the cubicle with
Jenny still naked on her knees, her arse facing the
doorway, Manuel leaving the curtain half open, allowing
anyone to have a free peek. She felt the warm sticky
sperm of the Spaniard dribbling down her inner thigh
and she felt her mobility return. She wanted to clean
up the mess but she couldn't.
Her pussy felt so sore like she'd been fucked with a
red hot poker and her tits ached from his excessive
squeezing. She felt sure they'd be bruised all over and
that would put paid to her wearing any form of swimsuit
for the rest of the holiday.
She repossessed her own briefs, having to endure the
sensation of Manuel's sticky sperm soaking the crotch
of her panties. She dressed in her white skirt and
pulled on her top before realising the curtain was
already half open. Across the market place, several
guys had been watching her, one caught her eye and he
blew her a kiss. Jenny felt dirty and disgraced as she
left the cubicle.
"That's one hundred Euros," she heard him say and,
still dazed, she delved into her purse and pulled out
all the Euro notes she had.
"Heh, you only got 80 Euros. You trying to steal from
me?" he said at the top of his voice. Jenny was in no
mood to haggle. She emptied her hand bag and Manuel
took her Ipod as part payment.
"OK. You and me, we quits," he said, thrusting the bag
with the horrid tight bikini in her hand. "You go now"
he said, leaving her to find her own way out of the
market and to the bus stop. Jenny had the sensation of
having been screwed twice, once physically and once
financially. Right now, she just wanted out.
Jenny felt like shit. She'd come out to do a bit of
shopping, she'd ended up being all but raped, sold a
dodgy swim suit and charged a fortune for it and it
wasn't even a designer label. Her groin was so painful
and she just wanted to get home. If only she'd gotten
that bottle of water for Mark, he might have come with
her and none of this would have happened.
As she walked through the market, all the men were
staring at her and she knew many of them had seen her
in the changing cubicle. But now the women were looking
at her and pointing, holding their hands to their
mouths.
Jenny looked down at her skirt. Manuel had been so
rough when he'd fucked her, he'd torn muscle and flesh.
Jenny gasped in horror at a red blood patch on her
white skirt at her pubic area, looking like her period
had started. Everyone was pointing at her, some were
laughing.
Jenny felt humiliated. She looked at local stalls,
trying to find a cheap skirt she could buy before
suddenly realising she'd used all her money at Manuel's
stall. And to avoid being pick-pocketed, she'd left her
plastic cards back at the hotel. She had her return bus
fare but that was all.
Children were pointing to her, asking their mummies why
the lady had blood on her skirt. Everyone assumed that
she'd started her period, a few guys who'd been
watching her guessed it was from rough sex. And they
don't get rougher than Manuel.
One guy thought he'd try his luck and offered to buy
Jenny some replacement clothing in return for some
favours.
Jenny's eyes welled up with tears as she ran through
the market, bumping into people who shouted at her in a
mixture of English and Spanish. She reached the main
drag and recognised where she was. Content for a while,
she stopped to get her breath back, her breathing heavy
and she felt totally drained.
The smell of body odour hit her olfactory nerves and
she found the energy to run to the bus station. The
journey back to the hotel was a total embarrassment,
everyone staring at her and, to make matters worse, the
smell of fresh semen emanated from her lower half,
causing everyone on the bus to whisper to each other.
Back at the hotel, Jenny got to the room and rushed to
the bathroom, discarding her clothes and running a
shower, trying to remove the smelly Spaniard's semen
from her soft and homely pussy.
She dumped her skirt and panties in a bin and changed,
placing a sanitary towel in her clean briefs before
going in search of Mark.
Mark had recovered from his alcohol binge and was
supping a beer slowly by the pool. He smiled at her and
gave her a hug.
"I've been talking to the locals," Mark said, "and I've
found the perfect place to go tomorrow. There's a
market in town which sells some really good locally
made stuff and I thought we'd go there tomorrow."
Jenny shook her head and said something that Mark never
expected to hear Jenny say. "No, I've had enough of
retail therapy!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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