Flea Market Slut
Dressing up can get very expensive...
I usually go down to the local hood flea market to get some cheap slutty things to wear.
One afternoon I went down there to grab a few items. I usually try to be discreet when I'm there.
I wouldn't want anyone to notice what I was buying. How ashamed I would be if anyone saw me buying such slutty things.
I always figured that if someone did catch me I would simply explain that the items were for my girlfriend.
I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into the
parking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty items
would be enough to invoke drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick.
The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely walk
in the direction of the women's clothing...I gaze at the tight fitting leggings and ass tight jeans.
Just the thought of me wearing such whorish clothing makes my dick struggle against the inside of my pants.
Finally making it to the shop I was looking for, I quickly scanned the area to see if anyone was in the shop.
There were only 2 or 3 people shopping. I like to get in and out before anyone notices me and my slutty items.
I try to wait until this no or a short line so that no one gets a good glance at my slutty wear.
I had just picked up 3 packages of dirty outfits. It felt so good thinking about how soon I would be wearing these actual items.
As I turned to walk towards the the counter I caught a side glimpse of a older black man.
I immediately noticed him staring at me. He had been watching me the entire time.
His eye locked onto mines. I instantly figured he had been someone's prison daddy. Some older men in prison had a knack for spotting
out the sissies. He probably picked up on my sissified energy. Regardless of the reason, he was directly on point. He had me completely figured out.
I began to move quickly towards the register. I watched him as he began to walks in my direction.
I was nearly at the counter when he stepped directly in front of me and said in a low commanding voice.
"And where the fuck is your lil sweet ass going with this shit" ?
I swallowed deep and tried my best to convince him of the "it's for my girlfriend" story.
He instantly dismissed such foolish thoughts.
He grabbed my arm and instructed me to pay for the items.
Hoping he would just allow me to pay for my items and leave with just the embarrassment of being caught with such slutty items.
I exited the shop quickly. I looked around to see if the old man was still watching me. Not seeing him anywhere, I quickly made a bee line towards the door.
Once outside I began to breath more easily. I felt excited and scared at the same time.
I sat in my car for a few minutes just to soak in the feeling of safety.
What a perverted rush it was just to feel the intensity of getting caught being a dirty slut.
Pre cum from my dick had created a huge wet circle on my the front of my pants. It had dripped all the way down my leg.
I felt like a dirty flea market slut.
I usually go down to the local hood flea market to get some cheap slutty things to wear.
One afternoon I went down there to grab a few items. I usually try to be discreet when I'm there.
I wouldn't want anyone to notice what I was buying. How ashamed I would be if anyone saw me buying such slutty things.
I always figured that if someone did catch me I would simply explain that the items were for my girlfriend.
I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into the
parking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty items
would be enough to invoke drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick.
The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely walk
in the direction of the women's clothing...I gaze at the tight fitting leggings and ass tight jeans.
Just the thought of me wearing such whorish clothing makes my dick struggle against the inside of my pants.
Finally making it to the shop I was looking for, I quickly scanned the area to see if anyone was in the shop.
There were only 2 or 3 people shopping. I like to get in and out before anyone notices me and my slutty items.
I try to wait until this no or a short line so that no one gets a good glance at my slutty wear.
I had just picked up 3 packages of dirty outfits. It felt so good thinking about how soon I would be wearing these actual items.
As I turned to walk towards the the counter I caught a side glimpse of a older black man.
I immediately noticed him staring at me. He had been watching me the entire time.
His eye locked onto mines. I instantly figured he had been someone's prison daddy. Some older men in prison had a knack for spotting
out the sissies. He probably picked up on my sissified energy. Regardless of the reason, he was directly on point. He had me completely figured out.
I began to move quickly towards the register. I watched him as he began to walks in my direction.
I was nearly at the counter when he stepped directly in front of me and said in a low commanding voice.
"And where the fuck is your lil sweet ass going with this shit" ?
I swallowed deep and tried my best to convince him of the "it's for my girlfriend" story.
He instantly dismissed such foolish thoughts.
He grabbed my arm and instructed me to pay for the items.
Hoping he would just allow me to pay for my items and leave with just the embarrassment of being caught with such slutty items.
I exited the shop quickly. I looked around to see if the old man was still watching me. Not seeing him anywhere, I quickly made a bee line towards the door.
Once outside I began to breath more easily. I felt excited and scared at the same time.
I sat in my car for a few minutes just to soak in the feeling of safety.
What a perverted rush it was just to feel the intensity of getting caught being a dirty slut.
Pre cum from my dick had created a huge wet circle on my the front of my pants. It had dripped all the way down my leg.
I felt like a dirty flea market slut.
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