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Dare to be True
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Dare to be True Push It - Push It,Push It Good... The things that My degenerate Brain comes up with... Training??? Ripping the Box to little shreds??? Just being a Perverted Fucking Freak? What ever the Label you want to put on this one... Not the first time but perhaps the most purposeful time."It's the clothes bitch!" Trying to come up with MY Style; Girly Boi? Former T-Gurl, Late Bloomer? Boy in a Mini Skirt? Whatever I just love to shop and I am forcing myself to be more comfortable in doing so. Who needs a Beard? the Go! T! works just fine. Well, this time it was skin tight black super stretch jeans. My High Lifter Butt Panties on underneath. Cock Tucked, Nuts packed and My Favorite Friend Buzzy, plugged into my Pussie. Panties holding it in place. The new upgrade of a Super bullet<b> vibrating </font></b>away, driving me crazy. Off to Ross I go! Dress for Less b!!! "The only good thing about your broke ass is that it looks fucking great in those jeans!", Says Lester the..... Uh... that's not a nice word Peter....  Besides you like it like that! Took ya long enough to figure it out.I just really needed to get another mirror for my little project and - Fuck ME - I am still looking for that super cute top (As a TJ - Max commercial comes on You-Tube! RIGHT NOW!!! as I write this) -- Hey Big Brother! I get Hotter when I KNOW I am being watched) That I can never seem to find. All's good. I stop for coffee and look at all the cute little Kittens, MILFs and Cougars, while they chit chat about the old Fag with the legs and ass that want to make them go get on the treadmill this afternoon. I Watch the bleach blond twenty something Sissy, with Less hair then I - Mind you, (Do Rag... I FN Luv ya) Ignore me while he makes my Breve. The Metal stool I'm sitting on buzzing away for some odd reason. (What IS that noise?) I wait smiling at who ever I can make eye contact with watching Mr. Barista NOT check me out and trying not to grind the stool till it spooges on me. Here's My Coffee  and then a little Slut walk across the lot and a Push, just to be sure, before I go into the store. (Hmmm... No one saw that.) Security smiles and says 'Hi' and I glance back after walking in. Yup, he is still lookin'. Off to my Mirror corner. No really I'm looking at the mirrors. (Really) Turn, (Seriously) bend, Hmmm? What's that other one look like? Hmmm... well, it certainly looks better now. Keep squeezin' squidgy! Hold on tight! A the tip of my tucked Cock buzzes and I take a firmer grip. All the while looking at the really kewl soft rugs. Hey..., one of those would be really nice for the floor in front of the couch and - Bloop! "Lost yur Grip did ya?", says the short Little, Hot MILF with her averted eyes. As mine get just a bit wider. Next Isle please... "Get back in there". I give it a Push while I eyeball the camera in the ceiling. "Now Hold On this time!". That rug looks Nice... Bloop!!! Puuushhh... No one saw that!!!! "Just go get your Mirror Boi!" Maybe I can use it for cover? Because, Bloop!!! "Whatcha doin' down there Buzzy? You seem to have abandoned your post." Get back in there! Push! Walking to the check out I can feel my face getting a bit red, A bit damp, as I look down at the mirror which, though adding cover to one side carried like a school book, Simply gives an even better view from the other. (Why did I turn it towords me? - Sneak a Push...) Ya... Some one saw that! And it didn't even work. Bloop! Getting in line at the check stand and the big guy just in front of me, just by chance, steps out of line and heads behind me to have a look at... something on the shelf? My eye contact is Gone at this point. All I have left is the hope that people can see, it is actually is a Butt Plug and not a Loaf. (Hey!!! We don't do THAT!!! Scram Scatman!!!) It's back in line for Mr. 'What's on that shelf?'. Right behind me! He's actually trying to look over and around my mirror for a better view. As I strategically maneuver it to block the view. Acting as if I was trying not to bump anything. Mr Security over there, smiling right at me as he chit chats on the headset. Now the final betrayal begins. No 'Bloop' this time. He's already out. Favorite Friend Buzzy decides to completely bail on me. Butt-lift panties, Refusing to do their job of holding him in; AT ALL. "Sphincter! We have a complete systems failure!!! Red faced and hoping that Mr. Security doesn't try to bust me for shoplifting because I am acting so nervous, I barely remember how to count in order to pay. Ear to ear grin, permanently affixed. And Oh yes, I will have a wonderful afternoon. As the sexy little Granny holds the door for me with a wink and a smile (She actually Looks pretty nice... Maybe I'll stop and chat here at the door?) OOps... I look back and Mr. Security smiles again. "Nah, I'm as out of here as my Plug is out of my Ass Pussie". Stretch jeans bulging from behind. Takin' the attention away from my jacked up Ass. To the car! Now! Ok. we're nearly safe just bend over while you put the Mirror in the back. "Did you have to park in the front row? maybe you'll remember to choose to get a bit of a walk in before you go shopping next time. Front row... Front and center of the store windows. Ahhhh... I sit. The vibration is spectacular with Buzzy resting out free next to my tucked cock. By this point I'm looking straight at the guy sitting in his car in front of me, using his Phone (or rather trying to use his phone) while I simply lift up and reach down the back of my jeans and completely reconfigure everything. Face contorting wile I move My Friend back into position and insert and PUSH!!! Ummm... That was worth it! I smile at Phone Man as he gives me a confused look of WTF. All things back in place car started and my Ass grinding away on the seat, I begin the journey home. Head spinning Butt<b> vibrating. </font></b>"Pay attention to the road, Peter. This is not the time for a fender bender". "Ya, but I gotta stop at the hippy shop for some incense." "You what!?!? Are you MAD Boi?" "Yup!" Park on the street and out the car. Push!!! just to make sure... No one saw that, as I look over to all the people at the Clock Tower AND the three people in the car right behind mine. (Go Figure...) In we go to the shop. Just a quick stop in a quiet little shop. To my complete and utter surprise there is a huge, beautiful, Alaskan malamute sprawled on the floor in the shop. Blue eyes blazing and nose popping up right at me. And a Hippy couple at the counter. Better bend over and say 'hi' to the nice puppy while telling it with my eyes to stay out of there! Please? As I hold my grip tight. As I come up from the Puppie, Mr. Hippy is right in my face (its a small shop) "Oh is that your Puppie? So fitting to the scene of the shop". I notice his Girl talking to the clerk about some crystals wile I grab my stuff and grab at Buzzy again. I get my incense and then wait - and wait - and wait... Yup, Bloop!!!! a-n-d Insta-BAIL... All the way out, a-gain! As the clerk says to the Girl, "Just let me help this guy. OK?" (Dude I got something you can help me with...) The Girl steps back next to her Hippy Guy, who is right behind me, practically bumping my Ass. I have to count again? Now? "They can't see anything. Right? Right!" The puppie is staring right at me. She finally flops on the floor with a sigh. Probably laughing her ass off that I have enough to think about anyway. Thanks puppie what a nice Dog. ( I have another Doggy story that is not at all pleasant - I'll tell that one another time... In another Universe!) I dance a bit with the the Hippy Couple in order to escape this scene, trying not to brush my plug right up against their legs. Back to the car I go. Past the people behind it and the folks at the Clock Tower. Sit. Reconfigure, a-gain. "No one is looking." Finally I'm on the way home, and what do I notice? A kindly man. A bit older. Stopping short in the lane next, giving me a bit of an eyeball while fondling his phone. It must be that smile on my face he is looking at, wondering where it was coming from. And as he pulls all the way up to the car in front of him. I notice his license plate. Get this: 4wy7777 - Perfect! Safe Home! and I have a look in my new mirror. You really can't tell there is anything there. even when it is all out - Unless you catch it at a good angle. Ahhhh... The stories I make up in my head. Dare to be True. Peace  Peace |
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