6TAD Chapter 1165: What a Mess! (Patreon)

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Back on the other side of the store, Susan and Suzanne were in the  bread section, actually doing some shopping while they waited for some  of the other customers near them to clear out. There were many more  customers than they had expected at such an early hour.

Susan got panicky whenever a male got close. She often would  cling to Suzanne as if for protection. She'd hardly been out of the  house for something like a shopping trip in the last week, and had  changed so much in that short time she could scarcely remember how to  act in public.

Finally, she decided the coast was clear and said, "Where  were we? Oh yes. I believe you were telling me how my Tiger was under my  dress."

Suzanne was amazed at her changeable emotions, but she took  her remote control out and upped the settings on the Televibe. "No,  actually. He decided that was too risky. He's standing behind you now.  Can you feel a hand slowly drawing down your back? That's his hand. Even  under all those clothes, you look so good that he can't help but touch  you and caress you."

Susan closed her eyes. She visibly shivered all over and a  thrill of electricity ran up and down her spine. "And then?" she asked  breathlessly.

"Then his hand moves down to your ass. Tiger wants to get your attention and you know how he does that, don't you?"

Susan's whole body trembled as she imagined Alan "getting her  attention" by kneading her buttocks and then invading her always lubed  and ready asshole with one powerful, penetrating thrust. The Televibe  aside, just thinking of that practically made her cum.

Suzanne upped Susan's Televibe speed a bit more. "His hand  closes around the luscious round globe of- I don't know. Don't you think  wheat bread is better? Something organic?"

Susan opened her eyes in confusion. She saw Suzanne holding a  loaf of French bread and trying to act and sound like a shopper because  another woman was standing just a few feet away.

But Susan was so aroused she wasn't deterred, especially  since the intruder was a woman. She leaned forward and asked Suzanne in a  sensuous voice, "What are you holding there? It seems very phallic,  don't you think? Bring it down below your waist and imagine that's  Sweetie's you-know-what. Now he's all hot for you. His big... loaf can  sense how needy you are. You have a very needy, uh, muffin, don't you?  Hee-hee, what a good word for the bread section. He's homing in on your  muffin like a heat seeking missile 'cos it's so HOT!"

Throwing caution to the wind, Susan upped Suzanne's Televibe  to its highest setting and closed in so she could whisper right into  Suzanne's ear. "You know how BOLD and commanding Alan can be. If he  wants a pussy, he gets it. He's relentless and unstoppable! And right  now, he wants YOU! Right here, right over, well, how about over that  display table full of cheeses? He's going to bend you over doggy-style  and take you right here in the store! What do you think of that?"

Suzanne was suddenly so aroused that she didn't know what to  do. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the woman shopper, who  had an oversized figure and was probably in her fifties, was clearly  eavesdropping and even drifting a bit closer. There were several other  people elsewhere in the bread section who were liable to notice them at  any time.

She tried to fight back. She thought, With Susan so out of  control lately, I've got to stay in control. But dammit, her words are  so exciting! Why can't I have a little fun too sometimes?

She replied in hushed tones, "No! You're wrong! He's after  YOU! His cock, uh, it's sliding up and down your ass crack. And, uh...  He's going to, uh..." She was trying to redirect the fantasy back onto  Susan, but her pussy didn't want her to. She was conflicted and  thoroughly aroused, so her thoughts were scattered.

"No he isn't," Susan said with surprising determination,  walking into Suzanne's personal space and backing her into the table of  breads behind her. "At least not until he's done with you. He IS a tiger  and you're his prey. It doesn't matter where you go, you can't escape  his demanding, big, thick COCK!" She suddenly put her hand on one of  Suzanne's breasts.

Suzanne was so shocked by the unexpected touching that she  dropped the loaf of French bread she'd been carrying. She quickly turned  to the older woman nearby and caught the woman blatantly staring at  her. Their eyes briefly locked and then the other woman looked down  away, embarrassed. But the woman still lingered near to see what these  two strange buxom beauties would do next.

Suzanne tried to push Susan away some because their faces  were practically touching and she felt trapped between Susan and the  table. She hissed, "Calm down, woman! Don't make a scene!"

Susan looked around and saw several people staring at them.  They happened to be all females, but still she had enough sense to  realize she was going too far. She took her hand off of Suzanne's breast  and tried to cool herself down.

However, she wasn't successful for very long. She quietly  said, "Sorry, but I'm so HOT! This Televibe has me so wet and I'm just  getting all excited with this sexy talk! I mean, wouldn't it be great if  our Tiger really WAS here and he just decided to plow you right here,  in the middle of everything and everyone? He'd pull those tight jeans  down and ram his big log into your helpless cunt over and over and over!  Imagine him taking you all the way, filling your tight little gash with  one deep, powerful stroke!" Remembering the Televibe, she frantically  fumbled at the controls until she managed to change the settings  (although, again, she was changing them at random).

She continued, "And what could people do about it? NOTHING!"  She waved a hand through the air dismissively. "All these women here,  they'd get so hot that they'd all be frigging themselves too. And then  he'd do me next, with everyone watching! He'd shove his-"

Suzanne was panting and loving it, but at the same time more  in tune with reality. She interrupted, "Whoa, Nelly! Hold on! You're not  exactly calming down. And you're not calming me down in the slightest.  Let's get our Televibes and set them back to the lowest setting, okay?"

"Okay," Susan pouted. "Oh, poo. You're no fun." She looked  around, forcing the women who had been furtively eyeing her to pretend  to do something else. "And this sweater. Arrgh! It's choking me. And my  nipples are so hard they hurt. I like these special clamps you gave me  that can be worn under clothes without much notice, and it's nice not to  be leaking everywhere. But the clamps pinch so much - they feel so good  even as they feel so bad! I need to be naked and running wild! I need  to be milked!"

"Sssh! Keep your voice down. People are staring again."

"Sorry. I'll try to control myself."

"You do that. Remember, we have to actually do some shopping before we go."

About four women in their aisle were still occasionally  checking them out, but sensing the show was over, they started going  back to their business and moved on to other aisles.

Suzanne thought, Why is it that Susan gets so turned on by  thoughts of Sweetie, but practically nothing else? I mean, I didn't  even need to bring the Televibe. It would be nice if just once she could  get that excited thinking about ME. I'm not exactly chopped liver, you  know. She sighed, but she was so aroused that she didn't get that upset.

Susan was slowly counting to ten to calm herself when all of a  sudden she heard a noise coming from the opposite end of the large  supermarket. "Suzanne, did you hear that? I think that's Brenda, calling  our names. She must need help."

"Uh-oh! Come on!" Suzanne left her cart and began running to  the fruits and vegetables section, with Susan trailing a short distance  behind. (Suzanne could run fast since she was wearing a bra, whereas  Susan was forced to hold her breasts with both hands).

As they got closer, there was no mistaking Brenda's cries of "Suzanne! Susan!" They ran faster.

They cleared the tall frozen foods section, giving them an  open display of the fruits and vegetables area. Brenda was surrounded by  about a dozen guys. There were even more people standing further back,  many of them female.

One man, the one who had been the most aggressive with  Brenda's "watermelons" earlier, had his hand on her breasts and was  saying lewd things to her. Everyone else was cheering him on. Brenda's  sunglasses were gone and she was staring helplessly at his hand while  her whole body wriggled in a mixture of resistance and arousal.

Suzanne thought on her feet. Those guys around her look so  rabid that if we go in there we might just be throwing more wood on the  fire. It looks like an orgy's about to break out! Suddenly, she yelled, "Everybody freeze! It's the police!"

That brought an instant reaction. Even though no one could  see any police uniforms or even knew who was yelling, the group around  Brenda broke up immediately. Some guys even ran away.

"Okay, everybody, show's over!" she shouted. She barked, "Nothing to see here, move along!"

Her words were clichéd but effective. Somewhat to her  surprise, everyone scattered, including two teenage boys in employees'  uniforms.

Though Susan didn't say anything, she stood behind Suzanne with her arms folded, looking convincingly tough.

Brenda rushed over to Suzanne and Susan and embraced both of them at once. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"

"Are you okay?" Susan asked with motherly concern.

Brenda was panting heavily, but smiled and said, "I'm fine.  That was fun! But it was starting to go from fun to ugly. I guess I was a  little too successful with the flirting, and there were many more guys  than I could handle. This one guy who was kind of the ringleader  actually started fondling my breasts in front of everyone, and that's  when I freaked and started yelling your names."

Even though Suzanne had just seen that with her own eyes, she  was surprised enough about it to ask, "He did?!" Thinking a bit more,  she added, "What got into him?"

Brenda blushed. "Well, I may have kind of goaded him to do it  a little bit. But I never actually expected he'd go through with it!"  She blushed a darker shade of red. "Okay, maybe I wasn't that surprised,  but he didn't take his hands off... And I mean, admittedly, I liked  that too, but I didn't want my master or mistresses to get mad at me.  Things were getting out of control. You came just in time, or who knows  what might have happened. I'm so wet!"

Susan, realizing that Brenda was going to remain the center  of attention as long as she was dressed like that, quickly pulled her  sweater off and offered it to Brenda. She was glad to be free of the  sweater (her shirt underneath kept her well covered).

As Brenda put it on and tugged her miniskirt down, Suzanne  said, "Let's get out of here! I don't think we did anything illegal, but  still it would be best to go before the store's security people come."

Brenda started walking out, with the other two on each side  of her like bodyguards. Her high heels click-clicked on the hard tiles  in contrast to their quiet sneakers. She giggled, "Actually, one of the  guys hollering and clapping was the security guard who had come to  investigate. He was REALLY investigating up close." She giggled some  more.

They made it out of the store and back to the car without any  trouble, though the employees stuck behind the cash registers all  stared at them in confusion.

When they got there, they just stood silent for a minute or two, recovering from the excitement.

Finally, Susan said, "Hey Suzanne, what about our shopping? We left our cart in the middle of one of the aisles."

"No big loss. I'm not going back in there. Who knows where  the manager is, but I don't want to find out. We'll just shop in a  different store before going home. THIS time, without Televibes or  decoys. What did we learn here, girls?"

Brenda suggested, "Cry for help when strange guys start groping you in public?"

"Well, that is one thing, but not what I was going to  suggest. I was going to say that we're not exactly ready for prime time  in the real world. We're all too horny and excitable. Brenda, it wasn't  just you going overboard; Susan and I were a little out of control too. I  thought we were going to be so low key and undetectable. I've never  shopped at this hour on Thanksgiving, and I thought the place would be  deserted. We're lucky nothing bad happened."

The other two hung their heads guiltily.

Brenda said, "I feel so bad. I deserve a big spanking."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "You certainly went all out in  being a decoy, didn't you? I'm kind of regretful that I missed your  little show. Nice try, but remember that you get spankings when you do  something good, not bad."

"Oops," Brenda giggled. "Never mind. But the thing is, I do  feel bad. I can't control myself. It's like a horny switch got turned on  inside of me a few weeks back and I can't turn it off."

Suzanne said ruefully, "I know exactly what you mean.  Unfortunately, the exact same thing has happened to all of us, myself  included. We'd better be careful not to put ourselves in vulnerable  positions with other men, at least until that horny switch gets turned  down some. But let's worry about that later. Come on, gals, we've got a  lot to do to prepare for the big Thanksgiving meal, and now we're going  to be running behind schedule. No more hanky-panky, is that clear?"

The other two nodded like scolded children.

Suzanne sighed and thought, It's a shame that I badly  misjudged things. Now I probably will be too embarrassed to shop here  again, and ditto for Susan. Brenda definitely won't want to come back. I  wish we had some place where we could play sexy games in public without  consequences...