Stores upon stores with plenty of clothes-obsessed girls to play around with...the shopping plaza sounds like an incredibly solid plan. Since it was a few miles off, you might even find something to do on the way there. Your mind made up, you put the car into drive and head down the road, the powerful engine of Erica's Mustang roaring with every turn you make.
As you come near the edge of the residential district and slow down for a stop sign, you see two figures walking on the sidewalk a few feet away: two tanned Spanish girls, one with curly brown hair down to her shoulders and the other with much longer straight black hair that goes down to her mid-back. Their casual clothing makes it seem like they're just out for a stroll, enjoying the nice morning weather. The urge to screw around with them is too great to ignore—you've already formulated plenty of ideas. The streets are relatively quiet and there's no one behind you waiting for you to keep driving, so you decide to have some quick fun.
Rolling down the window, you give the girls a loud whistle to catch their attention. As they look to you, you start waving and motioning them to come closer. Their only reaction is a set of strange glances that indicate that they want nothing to do with you. Honestly, that was the outcome you expected. Not many girls would openly approach a guy in this kind of situation.
You've got the power to change that, though.
"Hey!" you yell out to them with an inviting smile. "Could you girls come here for a second?"
Stopping in their tracks, the girls look at each for a moment before turning around and walking towards you. Stepping out of the car, you close the door behind you and lean back against it as they approach.
"Yeah?" the girl with the straight hair responds, obnoxiously chewing on gum like a cow while carrying a somewhat thick accent. "Need something?"
The way she's talking and the tone in her voice makes it clear that they probably want nothing to do with you and are only talking to you because you forced her to by asking. The curly haired girl has pulled out her phone and is playing with it, waiting for this to end. Smiling to yourself, you keep up your friendly character as you talk to them. "What're your names, girls?"
"And why should we tell that to some random guy like you?" the curly haired girl responds, looking up from her phone to tell you this with a voice dripping with doubt and distrust.
"Oh, come on," you say with a laugh. "Tell me your names."
After a brief episode of silence, you can see your ability's efforts once again as they reluctantly answer. "I'm Alejandra," the curly haired girl answers. "My friend here is Isabella," she continues, introducing her friend who gives you an obviously fake smile through her gum chewing.
So, while you can make people agree to whatever you say, if they're feeling apprehensive about you, that won't change. Just because you can influence people's actions doesn't mean you can influence their moods and feelings...wait, no, what're you talking about? If that's something you want to tweak and refine to your personal preferences, it's as simple as anything else.
"Hey, Alejandra," you say, your smile still going strong. "You girls should calm down a bit. Pretty faces like yours have no place being all grouchy and difficult to talk to, you know?"
Alejandra puts her phone down and looks to Isabella, exchanging a brief look with her friend. Taking a deep breath, Alejandra closes her eyes and recollects herself before speaking up. "Yeah, uh, you're right. I'm sorry. We've just had a kind of difficult morning," she explains to you. Her tone and manner of speaking have performed an instant turnaround at your request. "Sorry again," she apologizes once more, showing you a genuine, beautiful smile in an effort to make up for her wrongdoings. Her friend apologizes as well and gives you her own smile.
"That's no problem," you assert with understanding. "Hope things get better for you."
"Thanks," Alejandra replies with appreciation. "So, what did you need?"
"Oh, I just had some recommendations about how you should dress," you tell the girls, causing them to look at their choice of clothes with curiosity.
"Our clothes?" Isabella asks. "You think we dressed badly?"
"No, not at all! I think you guys have a nice sense of style, really," you say as reassuringly as you can. "I'd just like to suggest some changes to maximize your fashion, if at all possible."
"Sure thing," Alejandra answers with an eager smile, happy to hear your thoughts. "What were you thinking?"
Playing the part of a fashion stylist, you begin to walk slow circles around the two Latina girls to get a better look at them. Alejandra, the curly haired girl, stands at about 5'3" with a slender frame and moderate B-sized tits. She's wearing a white mid-riff shirt that slings over her left shoulder, leaving her right shoulder and it's respective bra strap visible. On her lower half are tight black leggings that really bring out the most of her respectable Spanish ass. At the very bottom, black flip flops finish the set, giving you a clean view of her cute little feet and her black painted toes.
Shifting your focus to Isabella, the straight haired one, you're now looking at a girl who stands at about 5'5" with a similarly lean build, if not just a little bit thicker. As far as breasts go, this Latina in specific is carrying a bust very close in size to Erica. Her chosen attire for this morning is a blank blue V-neck t-shirt with a set of brown cargo pants and black running shoes. Clearly, Isabella is not as girly as her friend, possibly even running her own tomboy schematic.
Finishing your analysis, you come back around to the front of them and nod to yourself, summarizing in your head what you'll propose to them. "Alright, here are my ideas. Firstly, Alejandra—"
Walking closer to Alejandra, you put your hand down her shirt and take a firm hold of her malleable right breast. Nothing short of what you expected, her immediate response is to jump back, raising her voice a bit. "Hey, just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I was worried you might react like that," you respond with honesty. "Truth be told, I'm going to need to get pretty up close and personal with the both of you in order to fully ascertain how to make you as stylish as possible."
"Why the hell would you have to touch us to give us fashion tips?" Isabella retorts, obviously not buying your story.
"Yeah, you just got real sketchy," Alejandra says, the doubt and distrust returning to her eyes.
"Girls, girls, please," you say to them with a smile, not worried in the slightest about this counterassault. Recovering from this is an exceedingly easy task. "I can absolutely assure you that allowing me to touch you as I see fit is critical to the process as a whole. Come on, you can trust me."
They look to each for another moment as your ability does its work. Alejandra steps forward again, nodding. "Alright. Sorry about that. Guess we're just kind of...edge again."
"Perfectly understandable," you tell her with a soothing voice as you place your hand back underneath her shirt and latch hold again onto her right breast. "You have nothing to worry about, though."
Squeezing her boob for a moment, you unsheathe it from her mid-riff shirt and let it hang freely outside. "You should definitely keep your breast out like this whenever you wear this shirt."
"Huh..." Alejandra says, looking down to her boob which is still cupped by your hand. "Okay, I'll remember that. Anything else?"
"Yeah, one more thing," you confirm, removing your hand from her chest and grasping her asscheeks with both hands. Squeezing her sizable butt, you begin to grope it heavily and get a feel for it. Somewhat bothered, Alejandra speaks up. "My ass too, huh?"
"I told you, didn't I?" you ask in a very matter-of-fact manner. "I'm going to have to touch you girls quite a bit in order to figure out how to best increase your style. Surely, you don't have a problem with this?"
"No, not at all," she answers, totally compliant and giving your her trust again. "Sorry. Touch me and play with my ass as much as you need to. I don't mind."
"And what if someone sees and questions it or tries to stop me?" you rhetorically ask while still jiggling the flesh of her ass in your hands, curious as to how her acceptance will influence her answer.
"I'd tell them to calm down," Alejandra answers with certain. "It's not like you're molesting me or anything. I'm letting you do this to me so you can tell me how to dress better.
"Yes, that's right. Thanks for your understanding," you sarcastically remark with a light smile as you continue to fondle her buttocks. As if you were molding clay, you move the cheeks left and right, grabbing and squeezing here and there for a short while. "Right, so I think the next best course of action..."
Moving your hands up to her waist line, you grab the edges of her leggings and panties and bring down the rear sides of both of them to her thighs, exposing her magnificent behind to the world. "...is to wear these leggings like this."
"Really?" she questions, turning her head a bit to catch a look at your handiwork before looking back to you. "Just...leave my butt exposed?"
"Precisely," you affirm with a nod, a deviant smile plastered onto your face. "With your right breast and ass out for the world to see, you're bound to be more stylish. Wouldn't you agree that this is a step in the right direction?"
"Yeah, totally," Alejandra agrees, looking herself over one time. Completely convinced that your voyeuristic fantasies are legitimate ideas, she gives you another smile. "I'll just always do this from now on whenever I wear this shirt or pants like this, thanks."
"So what about me?" Isabella chimes in, curious as how to how you're going to handle your changes.
"You, my dear," you answer with a grin, stepping closer to her and looking her up and down one more time. "are going to follow in a somewhat similar vein. Firstly, I'll need you to remove your shirt so I can play with your tits a little bit. That's no issue, is it?"
"Not at all," Isabella answers with an uncaring tone, as if having a stranger grope her in the middle of the street were completely normal. Pulling her shirt up over her head, she puts it down on the ground and turns to you, sticking her chest out. "Do whatever you have to."
Clasping onto Isabella's breasts, you begin to grope them extensively as if they were sandbags. Isabella and Alejandra watch closely and intently, but due to their inherent belief that this is for the betterment of their fashion style, the expressions they bear are not ones of disgust or confusion as they might normally be in this kind of situation. The girls are calm and peaceful, simply watching you do your work like interested spectators and waiting for you to finish.
Enjoying the playtime with a healthy set of tits for another few moments, you nod to yourself and release your grasp on her chest. "Alright, Isabella," you say as you begin to summarize your findings. "My analysis here is telling me that the best way you can maximize your fashion is by, contrary to popular belief, actually wearing nothing on your torso whenever you go out."
"Seriously?" Isabella questions with a shocked tone of voice. "You're saying I've got to go topless in public if I want to look more stylish?"
"That's what my analysis is telling me, yes," you repeat, declaring it once again. "It doesn't matter who you're with or where you're going—if you want to look good, you're going to have to omit any sort of clothing from the top half of your body."
"I see..." Isabella says contemplatively, visibly mulling it over in her head.
"Well, hey," you interject, giving her a suggestive push in the right direction. "That's not really a problem, is it? With a rack like that, it's almost a crime that you're hiding it from the world, wouldn't you agree?"
"Hm...yeah, you're right," she says to herself with a confident nod. "You seem to know what you're talking about, and I believe you, so I'll do it. I'm sure I'll get used to it after a while, and I guess my guy friends can't complain with getting a free look at my tits all the time."
"That's the spirit!" you exclaim with a positive attitude. "Now, about your lower half—I've actually already deduced what needs to be done in order to capitalize on your sense of style. Just a moment."
Turning back around quickly to Erica's mustang, you approach the trunk and open it up, digging inside of its varied contents. You remember Erica mentioning some specific items that she kept in here for some random reason or another...while you were never sure why she felt it was necessary to share this information with you, you can only thank her for filling you in.
"A ha! There we go!"
Grabbing what you were looking for, you back out of the depths of the trunk and close it before approaching the ladies once more. "Okay, Isabella, here's what you'll need to finish off this high-style look."
Extending your hands, you reveal to them a set of black nylon stockings and a pair of white panties that look like they'll be a rather tight fit on Isabella. You can't really even begin to fathom why Erica would keep around old underwear in her trunk like this, but it's definitely coming in handy now.
Unsure of what to make of your proposal, Isabella slowly takes the stockings and panties from your hands and looks them over. "I need to wear this? How's that going to help? They won't see it underneath my pants or skirts..."
"And that, my dear, is exactly why you will not be wearing anything of that sort when you go out from now on," you pronounce with certainty. "You'll forgo any type of pants, skirts, or otherwise, and will instead wear only these nylons and panties."
"Ohhh..." Isabella and Alejandra echo in unison, finally understanding your point.
"I'm absolutely positive it's going to send your style points skyrocketing," you proclaim with pride. "In fact, why don't you just go ahead and change into it now?"
"Yeah, sure," Isabella agrees, seeing absolutely no wrong in publicly undressing when guided by your ability. Handing the panties and stockings to Alejandra, she begins to undo her pants. As Alejandra watches, you look to her briefly and speak to her in an aside. "What do you think of those panties?"
"They're cute, I guess," she nonchalantly states, not having much of an opinion about them.
"Why don't you take a nice, deep whiff of them? A good, long smell."
Giving you a small nod and no resistance, Alejandra brings the panties close to her nose and inhales deeply, taking the collected odors of however long they've been sitting in that truck into her nasal passages. She coughs lightly before pulling back. "They really stink."
"I can only imagine," you say with a laugh. "Hey, listen—from now on, Alejandra, I think you should spend at least an hour a day sniffing any dirty panties you've got lying around the house. Oh, and you should probably finger yourself while you do it. Just go all out and enjoy some quality masturbation to the stench of your own dirty underwear. That sound good?"
"That sounds great, actually," Alejandra answers with a sincere smile. "I'll be sure to do that from now on. You've got a lot of good ideas."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," you reply. "Hey, by the way, when you do this, make sure it's somewhere in the house where people can see you. Alternatively, do it during dinner or times where the whole family might be gathered around."
"You really think they'll let me do that?" she questions, unsure if things could go that far.
"Of course they will. Just let them know I told you to—John Doe, that is."
"Okay!" she says, her previous smile returning once more.
"Hey, Alejandra, could you hand me the underwear?"
Isabella's voice enters the fray and breaks the one-on-one you had with Alejandra, prompting her to hand her friend the underwear and nylons she was holding on to. Isabella puts the nylons on first, giving her sexy legs a sleek, alluring shine. Over that, she equips the underwear, but is surprised to see that it comes nowhere close to her waistline, leaving around half of her ass uncovered. She spins around a bit to get a better look at herself before looking at you. "These are way too small for me..."
"That's the point," you answer. "Those tight panties leave your ass ready to burst out, adding a whole new dimension of both style and sexual appeal. Trust me, from now on, you should only wear these panties or panties that are just as small or smaller—in combination with these nylons or similar stockings as discussed earlier, of course."
"Alright, I won't doubt that," she assuredly states, but her tone carries a different form of doubt. "What I am doubting is my family at home letting me go out like this and my professors at school letting me be in class like this...or just about anyone, really."
"Yeah," Alejandra adds on, joining her friend with a shared worry. "I don't think walking around with one of my breasts loose and my ass hanging outside of my pants is something that my parents would let me do, either."
"Girls, girls..." you slowly pronounce with a heartfelt laugh. "You think I haven't already taken that account? Give me some credit, yeah? Listen, should anyone question your motives or try to stop you from going through with this, all you've got to tell them is that I told you that you should wear your clothes like that and that it's both super stylish and very fashionable. Once you tell them that John Doe said that this is the way girls should dress in public in order to look their best, they'll completely understand. You have my word."
"Oh, it's that easy?" Isabella remarks with relief. "Awesome. I was worried we wouldn't be able to go through with this after all the trouble you've gone through to help us."
"Yeah, you've done us a huge favor, Mr. Doe!" Alejandra excitedly says, her face glowing with adoration and appreciation. "I'm sure we'll be the talk of the school once we show up like this!"
"Quite frankly, I'd be appalled if you weren't instantly twice as popular the moment you walk in!" you proclaim, supporting them with a laugh. "Now, not to brag or anything, but after giving you these fashion tips that you could only have dreamed of before, would you girls say I'm wrong in thinking that I should be paid back somehow?"
Despite the fact that you spoke those words with an easy-to-hear maliciousness to them, your ability throws their fears and doubts out the window as they look to each other for a second before looking back to you. They shake their heads while shrugging, showing you authentic smiles full of approval. "Of course not," Alejandra responds. "You've been such a big help to us. I don't see why we shouldn't pay you back."
"What could we do for you?" Isabella asks, happy to hear out whatever request you may have.
"Well, this maaaay sound like a lot," you exaggerate, playing the fool even though you know they're going to agree. "But I was hoping that you might let me enter your homes at my leisure and fuck you as I see fit?"
"Fuck us?" Alejandra asks, clearly not expecting it. "As in sex, right?"
"That's right," you say with a weak laugh. "I'd like to have the freedom to walk into your homes freely and fuck your hot Latina pussies and asses whenever I want, no matter what you're doing. Of course, if I come in at a difficult or bad time for you, like if you're studying or watching a movie, you can keep doing what you're doing while I have my way with your body. It's not like I'd be so rude as to make you drop everything you're doing just to let me fuck you, right?"
"In that case, that sounds reasonable," Isabella calmly confirms with a nod. "I've got a lot of tests to study for these days, but I think I can manage fine even with your cock shoved deep inside my ass."
"Yeah, I don't think having you whoring myself out for you would take away from my TV shows," Alejandra agrees, speaking as if she were thinking rationally. "It'd be no skin off my back to ride your dick while listening to music or talking to my friends on the phone, either. I'm totally down with letting you fuck me whenever you want."
"There you go, then," Isabella concludes with a smile. "Here," she says while pulling out her phone. "I'll send you a message with our phone numbers and addresses. What's your e-mail address?"
Giving her your e-mail address, she nods and quickly taps the information onto her phone before hitting a small green button. "Sent. From now on, you can walk into either of our houses and fuck us for as long as you want, rain or shine."
"Oh, I'm assuming if we tell our parents and family about this, they'll be cool with it, right?" Alejandra asks last minute, remembering the presence of family in her home.
"Absolutely," you answer. "Speaking of which, can you let your moms know that I'll be using them as well? Again, they don't have to stop what they're doing or anything—I'll probably just fuck them from behind while they cook dinner and stuff like that."
"Not a problem!" Alejandra positively states. "Really looking forward to having you fuck me and my mom's brains out while we relax at home, Mr. Doe!"
"Yeah, my mom won't have any problem either!" Isabella affirms. "Whenever you feel the need to cum inside some Latina pussy, just stop by either of our places and fill us up, okay?"
"Haha, thanks girls," you say with a big smile, undeniably turned on by hearing them use such language so casually. "I'll be sure to fuck you real hard soon. Take care!"
Waving to you, they turn around and go off on their way. Alejandra's unbelievable asscheeks actively bounce with every step she takes while Erica's old panties tighten up Isabella's ass to ridiculous extents. From now on, whenever they go out, they'll be dressed in an over-sexualized manner such as this, but will carry a totally calm and casual attitude, completely convinced that they're presenting themselves to be stylish. People will see them as nothing but sluts and whores, but should anyone inquire about it, those negative beliefs will instantly shift to understanding acceptance. There's no doubt in your mind that you'll be seeing more girls dressed in a similar manner come tomorrow or next week—you've started a new wave of sexy "revealing slut" fashion and no one will see anything wrong with it, much like the "cum facial cooldown" trend that's sure to start booming once the power walker from early gets around to doing that.
On top of that, your roster of personal whores has increased from one to three. Granted, it's not like that's something even remotely to do to begin with. All it takes is a simple question. In fact, why not make it four right now? A few feet away, you see a woman in business attire pulling her car into the driveway of a home. Leaving Erica's car safely double-parked where it is, you make your way over to her as she exits her vehicle with a briefcase in hand.
"Excuse me, miss?" you speak up to her, approaching her as she closes her car door. She turns to you, revealing a cute face that couldn't be over 26-years-old with neatly kept brown hair and brown eyes behind square-frame glasses.
"Yes, how can I help you?" she says with a warm smile. Her initial response to your approach is already far more hospital than that of the two Hispanic girls that you just turned into your free-use cumdumpsters.
"Hi, I'm John Doe," you introduce yourself with a return smile, extending out your hand. "I was wondering what your name and occupation was?"
"Delilah Roberts," she answers, grasping your hand for a firm handshake. "I'm an attorney at law for the district courthouse."
"An attorney, huh?" you repeat, pretending to be impressed. "I'm sure you've got to do a lot of paperwork every night, yeah?"
"Oh, you have no idea," Delilah responds with a laugh. "Honestly, it's almost ridiculous. I'm usually drowned in paperwork for at least three or four hours a night."
"That's such a shame," you say in a sad tone with a nod, giving her your condolences. "Well, listen, I've got an idea that might just make the hellish drag of paperwork that much easier to stomach."
"Anything to make that part of my job easier to deal with," she states with an exasperated sigh. "Lay it on me. What were you thinking?"
"Well, I was going to suggest that you give me free access to your home and to your body," you begin, providing a proposal similar to the ones you gave Alejandra and Isabella. "That is to say, you'll let me walk in and out of your house at my own discretion and fuck you like a whore whenever I want. Just imagine doing all your paperwork, case readings, and phone calls with clients while I force my cock in and out of your ass or while I give you a nice creampie and shoot huge loads of cum inside your pussy—doesn't that already sound much better than what you're dealing with now?"
"Mr. Doe," Delilah starts with a slow nod and a gradually widening smile. "Where have you been all my life? Haha, you're such a genius! That sounds absolutely brilliant! I would absolutely LOVE to give you permission to fuck me silly whenever you want! In fact, I'll wait on doing any work until you show up, and then you can just slam my ass and pussy over and over for hours while I get my work done! There's no doubt in my mind that this is going to increase my efficiency and work ethic to startling heights."
"Great!" you say with joy. "Oh, and if you get any female clients as attractive as yourself and have to talk to them about anything, why don't you invite them over for dinner? I would gladly fuck the both of you while you discuss the case and the trial and everything in-between. I'm sure things can only go that much better if you're both handling my cock and having my cum sprayed all over your bodies, wouldn't you agree?"
"You just keep getting better and better, Mr. Doe!" Delilah squeals with delight. Extending her hand, you give her another handshake as she looks to you with undying belief and steadfast resolution in her eyes. "You're truly something else! I really can't thank you enough. This changes everything. I'm anxiously awaiting your arrival tonight! My holes are yours for the taking—fire away, soldier!" she exclaims with a jubilant laugh, pretending to fire a pistol at you with her free hand. "Trust me, my pussy and ass will be ready for the reaming of a lifetime! Thank you again, Mr. Doe!"
"My pleasure," you coolly remark with a wave as she departs, making her way into her home. No struggle, no resistance, no doubt. You've just made an attorney wholeheartedly believe the idea that she will somehow be able to become more efficient at her job by forfeiting her body to you while she does her work. You can already picture Delilah clearing her paperwork at breakneck speeds while she bounces her ass on your cock and answering her client's questions over the phone with sheer confidence and poise while you release a mountain of jizz on her face.
That's that, then. Four personal sluts. You could raise an army if you wanted to.
Grinning to yourself madly, you can't help but make a small jump for joy where you stand. You're having a lot of fun messing around like this and you're only just getting started. Greatness awaits.
You suddenly remember that you were supposed to be heading to the shopping plaza. You got pretty carried away with Alejandra and Isabella and then Delilah—about fifteen minutes have passed. As you get back into Erica's car, you wonder what kind of things you can do with even more people around. Putting the car back into drive, you head off and continue onwards to the shopping plaza.
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A short drive later and you find yourself parking in the middle of a sea of automobiles. Stepping outside and locking the doors, a large array of shops lining the area enter your field of view. Yes, this shopping plaza has tons to offer and will always have a large amount of people shuffling through it at any given time.
The biggest attractions you can see right away with guaranteed maximum activity are a bustling supermarket, a multi-floor gym and yoga center, and a massive clothing store advertising low, discount rates. Naturally, these aren't the only places you could visit—there's tons of smaller locations like a pizzeria, a video games and electronics store, a video rental store, a small courtyard with benches and fountains for people to relax at between their shopping adventures...almost anything you could think of, really. This shopping plaza just about has it all.
With so many options in front of you, deciding which place you wanna check out could be tricky...well, in the end, no matter where you go, you're guaranteed fun times. You're also guaranteed sex. With conditions like that, you really can't go wrong with anything. With that in mind, where should you go? |