I was standing at the counter at Christie’s, the sex shop down the street from my house, when the short brunette with the petite ass came from the back room to check me out.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

My fiance was coming back into town that day (I hadn’t seen her in over a month since she’d been gone on a work project), and I really wanted to spice up our foreplay with an interactive sex game. Though my fiance, Stacy, is more the serious type (some might call her a prude, or even a bitch) I thought that if she went with me on this idea, it would be super sexy.

“I’m ready,” I said, standing there with the sex game I’d picked out: The game called “Sniffing Around” laying there on the countertop.

“I’ve heard this game is really crazy,” the checkout girl said. I caught a glimpse of her cleavage and noticed by her name tag that said her name was Bailey.

“Crazy how?” I asked. (I didn’t want anything overly crazy.)

Bailey blushed a little and shook her head. “It’s just really erotic, I’ve heard. People have said it leads to animalistic shit.”

I blushed.

“Yikes,” I said.

“You’ll have to let me know,” Bailey said, smiling. “I’m always into customer feedback.”

“I will,” I said, having no intention of actually letting her know—I’m just not a sex shop type of guy—I am shy and easily embarrassed—I don’t like people watching me while I look at those sorts of things. (The most daring thing I’d ever done up to that point was once in college when I’d gone into a Spencer’s to buy a blow-up sex doll.)

“Have you ever heard of PowerPill?” Bailey asked, scanning the sex game and placing it in the sack.

“No,” I said. I always hated when someone tried to sell me something at the register. I just wanted to get in and get out, especially in that place.

Bailey turned and bent over to dig through a box behind the counter, and I was given the perfect opportunity to admire her small, tight backside in her jeans—I was able to thoroughly check out her back dimples as her tank top rode up the small of her back—But what really caught my attention was the high thin strap of her pink thong that rode high up on her petite hips.

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself when Bailey stood back up and turned back to face me. She set a big and bold-labeled bottle down on the counter. In big bold red letters were the words: PowerPill.

“Have you ever taken anything to last longer?” Bailey asked, leveling her gaze at me.

“No,” I said, again just wanting to get out, but also really wanting Bailey to turn around and bend over again.

“These are supposed to be amazing,” she said, her gaze still trained on me. If it had been a staring contest, I would have lost, because I looked away and glanced back, only to find that Bailey was still meeting my gaze.

“I’m good,” I said. “My fiance is coming back into town today, so I really just need to get back to the house.” I remembered the sex game I had just bought and hated that I’d been so transparent. I needed to get out.

“That’s hot,” Bailey smiled. “You should really try these,” she said, holding up the pill bottle. “I mean, if you’re going to play this new game here, you definitely don’t want to Pre Jack!"

I smiled, exhaled, looked away, and then looked back. Bailey was still staring at me but now with a wry smile. “I’m good,” I said.

Bailey continued to stare. “I know if I hadn’t seen my man in a month, I’d definitely want him to be able to keep up.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” I said, just wanting to get out of the store now.

“I guess if you both masturbate enough, you might be okay,” Bailey said.

I hesitated, and Bailey smiled. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

It seemed like a wildly inappropriate question to ask, but I quickly decided you have to lack some shame to be able to work in a place like that. “Stacy doesn’t really do that,” I said.

Bailey was obviously shocked. “Every girl masturbates,” she said.

“You don’t know Stacy,” I said. “We never even had sex until we were engaged.”

“At least she didn’t make you wait until marriage,” Bailey said.

“Tell me about it.”

“I still don’t believe it,” Bailey said. “If she doesn’t take care of herself, she might not need you to last after all...”

“That’s what I’m saying,” I said.

“I still don’t buy it,” Bailey said. “And I’m not gonna lie—We’re making a commission off of these, and I’m really trying to sell as many as I can. I’ll tell you what—” Bailey bit her lower lip.

I exhaled through my nose.

“I’ll give you twenty-percent off of everything if you try this.” Bailey slid the bottle across the counter, and I made the rookie mistake of picking it up and glancing at the label. “Plus, you will be the first one that’s tried them.”

I set the bottle back down on the counter. “I don’t want to be the first!” I protested.

“You wouldn’t be the first ever,” Bailey said. “They’re really popular in other places—We just haven’t gotten any yet.”

“What do people say about them?” I asked. The label had had a picture of a rock hard cock on it, and I was becoming aroused.

“I guess you can just go on and on,” Bailey smiled. “I’ve also heard that when you do cum, it’s more like an eruption.”

I sighed. I thought I’d probably have to go home and masturbate before Stacy got into town that evening. That way, I wouldn’t need the pills anyway. Still, I somehow couldn’t pull away from the thoughts that kept me here—The main reason probably being (if I was honest with myself) the thought of Bailey’s pink thong, combined with the picture of the hard cock on the bottle in her hand.

Bailey looked around, almost like she was making sure nobody was watching—We were the only two in the store. She centered her eyes on me again. “Hold on,” she said.

She walked over to the front door, put up the lunch break sign in the window, locked the door, and walked back behind the counter. “What about this?” She asked.

I gulped.

“I get an hour for lunch,” she said. “Buy one bottle, take a pill right now, and when it kicks in I’ll let you go at me in the back room for the rest of my break.”

“What the fuck?!” I laughed. “I have a fiance!”

“Think of it like this,” Bailey said. “One, you’ll be doing her a favor—There’s nothing that will get you more excited for her than a little strange pussy—Two, we’ll get to test these pills—And three, just think of how much fun it would be.”

“I can’t cheat on my fiance...” I said, but it came out sounding lame and more like a question.

Bailey cocked her head at me, grinning. “It kind of sounds like you want to,” she said. “Come on...I get a long weekend if I sell the first bottle—Just think of how grateful that will make me.”

The words “do it” and “grateful” hung in the air between us, and at some point during our conversation, my cock had become hard.

“You seriously want to?” I asked lamely, defeated.

“Yeee,” Bailey squeaked, clapping her hands fast; she immediately scanned the bottle of pills and slid them across the counter at me. “Hurry, take one,” she said. “It should kick in in about fifteen minutes. That will give you forty-five to get your dick wet.”

I swiped my debit card and then fumbled with the bottle, popped a giant pill in my mouth, and dry-swallowed it.

Bailey slid a pink water bottle across the counter, and I chugged from it.

“Come on,” she said. “I want you to tell me everything you feel as the pill starts to kick in.”

Bailey and I sat side by side, naked on a leather couch in the back; I reclined while Bailey lightly tickled the insides of my thighs and encouraged my cock to get hard. She played with my nuts, rubbed my stomach lightly, and playfully pinched at my nipples.

I thought only of how the couch would smell where she was sitting.

Fifteen minutes (almost to the second) after I’d taken the pill, I had a full erection and felt such a surge in my bloodstream that I was hungrier than ever for some wet pussy.

I stood up in front of Bailey, and she began to suck my throbbing cock while I explained to her that it was more sensitive than ever—The warmth of her mouth on my knob, sliding up and down my shaft drove me crazy—But like a freight train, I couldn’t be stopped or satisfied.

“Bend over, bitch,” I said, the hormones pulsing through my veins, making me a horny-crazy hulk of a cock-wielding lunk.

Bailey moaned as I bent her over the arm of the couch. I got behind her and pressed into her butthole with my pulsing, slobbery cock knob.

“Eek!” Bailed screeched, and I slid my girth up into her warm snatch instead.

“Ohh fuck,” Bailey moaned and I slid into her all the way in to my nut sack. I humped on her ferociously, deciding that this just wouldn’t do—No amount of fucking or humping could make me cum—Not now.

I pulled out of Bailey, slimy with both of our fluids, and pulled her to her feet. I squatted and weaved my arms in between her skinny thighs and lifted her off the floor—I’m a fairly big guy—Holding her there in the air in front of me, her legs spread apart with my arms beneath her knees, her small booty dipped down to where I could get at it with my cock.

I slid into her wet slit again and fucked it while holding her against me—She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we made out for a long time while I got at her, holding her there in the middle of the floor and fapping in and out of her pussy like I was desperate to cum as quickly as possible (yet unable to).

I felt everything—Every sensation—She tickled my cock as I slid in and out of her wet warmth—But again, like the train, I had too much momentum to stop. This was a romp, and I knew I could fuck her all day and all night if I wanted to.

Finally, I put her face into the carpet, while holding her hips and ass up off the ground—I slid my slimy cock into her ass, and she squealed and told me to fuck her like the little slut that she was.

I fucked Bailey’s tight ass for a while, overwhelmed by its tightness (its grip on me). I knew that, under normal circumstances, I would have cum a long time ago.

I pulled out and slapped Bailey’s petite ass. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, panting, and she tried to hop up onto me again.

I tossed her onto the couch, and told her the hour was up.

She moaned loudly and began to play with her clit lying back into the couch. “I got off four times!” She shrieked, shaking.

“Five,” I said. (I knew because I’d felt her ass and pussy lock onto me.)

Bailey closed her eyes, rosy-cheeked, and rubbed furiously at her pussy, like she couldn’t get enough.

“I have to pick up Stacy from the airport in a couple of hours,” I said, beginning to dress.

“Once you’re done with her, you should come back and finish me off,” Bailey said, a little too casually, I thought. “I work until midnight.”

I wiped my cock off with Bailey’s pink thong and told her thank you for the crazy pills.

When I got home, I decided to flip through the cards of “Sniffing Around” and see what the game was all about. First, I took a hot bath, and then, naked with a hard cock, I looked at all the cards that were labeled Him and Her, that said such things as “Massage your partner’s asshole with the tip of your cock”.

I really didn’t know if Stacy would be up for that game, but it was worth a shot. (I could always claim that I didn’t know what the game was when I'd bought it.)

I began to stroke my cock there on the bedroom floor, but though it was super sensitive, the more I stroked the more firmly I realized that it would take more than a tight snatch to ejaculate.

It felt so good that I grabbed a bottle of lotion and went to town in my hand for thirty minutes, enjoying every thrust and stroke until I realized it was time to leave.

When Stacy walked up to my car pulling her luggage on wheels, I could tell she was not in a good mood. I’d hoped she’d be excited to see me, but it already felt like it was going to be one of those nights.

I popped the trunk and she loaded her bag, and slammed the trunk rather hard.

“Fucking people,” Stacy said getting into the car. I leaned over to kiss her and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek as if to fend me off.

“What happened?” I asked.

“People are just so fucking stupid,” Stacy said, staring straight ahead.

“I got us a reservation at Prime,” I said. “Let’s go early and have a drink.”

Stacy shot me a glance; it was intense at first but quickly melted into a small grin. “I knew you’d do something like this.”

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“That sounds amazing,” Stacy said. “I could use a drink after the day I’ve had.”

We sat at the bar at the restaurant (the nicest steakhouse in town), and I drank a beer while Stacy downed margaritas. (I was glad to see her drinking like that—I hoped it would loosen her up for some wild sex.)

I wanted to ask what had had her so worked up earlier, but I also didn’t want to talk about her issues all night.

Instead, I began to massage her shoulders, sitting side-by-side there at the bar, and she tilted her head back, facing the ceiling with her eyes closed.

“That feel so good,” she said. "I smell pussy."

On the car ride home, now that we were both nice and tipsy, I had to ask: “Hey babe...” I said.

She looked at me with a serene look, her eyes lit by the streetlight and the lights from storefronts and passing cars. I remembered how beautiful she was when she wasn’t so upset.

“Do you masturbate?” I asked.

“What the fuck?” She seemed offended. She sat forward in her seat, as she had on the ride to the restaurant from the airport earlier that afternoon.

“Just wondering if you need sex as bad as I do right now,” I tried to recover.

Stacy relaxed back against the seat and stared straight ahead again before giving me the side eye. “I don’t masturbate,” she said flatly. “But I’ve been meaning to ask you why it smells like pussy in here like it did at the restaurant.”

A moment of silence passed, the only sound coming from our tires on the pavement as we traveled the speed limit. “It’s probably sweat,” I said. “I went to work out earlier.”

Stacy was silent.

“I bought us a game to play,” I said, but Stacy didn’t respond.

“It’s a sex game,” I said. Now she did look at me, but I couldn’t quite read the look on her face—It was something between annoyance and judgment.

We rode on in silence for the rest of the ride home.

“I’m going to take a hot bath and go to bed,” Stacy said. “It’s been a fucking day.”

I watched Stacy undress in the bathroom, pulling her full-bottomed panties down to her knees and then stepping out of them. (She had a big round bottom and I wanted nothing more than to bend her ass over and give her a good spanking for the way she was acting.)

Instead, I waited until she went to bed, grabbed the Sniffing Around box, and slipped quietly out the door.

It was only 10:27 p.m.

When I peered through the lit window of the sex shop, Bailey was alone in the store, leaning against the counter, looking down at her phone.

I opened the door and the bell dinged. Bailey’s head shot toward me and she gasped. Laughing, she jumped over the counter, ran toward me, took me by the hand, and rushed me off to the back room.

I tore into the sex game box while Bailey tore off her clothes and started in on mine.

“I don’t think I can play a game right now,” I said, my pumping cock jumping up out of my underwear as Bailey tugged them down.

She took my cock in her mouth and that warmth was what I’d been missing all afternoon.

“God, I’d love to spray this nut down your throat,” I said. “I bet you wouldn’t have to eat for a week.”

At that, Bailey pressed her face against my stomach, my cock sliding suddenly all the way down her throat.

I grabbed her hair and fucked her face like it was her pussy and I was trying to get her pregnant. She gurgled and gulped and tugged at my nuts like she would empty them with her hands.

I pulled out of her mouth and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Come here,” I said, helping her up from the floor. I wrapped her in a nice warm naked hug and focused on the two poles: male and female, pussy and cock.

“You want to sniff my bottom?” Bailey asked, a wry grin on her face as she looked up at me.

I did, but I didn’t know why she had asked. She must have seen the confusion in my eyes.

“You bought the game Sniffing Around,” she giggled. “I figured you were into that sort of thing.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Of course I do!”

It made sense.

Bailey dropped to her knees, turned away from me, and stuck her perky pink bottom up into the air in front of me, presenting herself primally.

I bent over her and sniffed her butthole. “Good lord,” I said. I had begun to get the shakes—It didn’t happen much anymore, but it used to happen all the time when I was younger and in a sexual situation that felt to big or too good to be true.

“You like that, baby?” Bailey asked.

I moaned, leaned in, and gave her stink another sniff. “You smell like heaven,” I said.

Stacy stood and turned off the lights. “I’m going to lock up,” she said. “I sold the first bottle of PowerPills. I’m staring my weekend early.”

When she re-entered the dark back room, I was lying on my back on the comfy couch, and she walked over and straddled me.

The insides of her warm thighs felt heavenly against me against the outsides of mine.

She lay her head down on my chest and lightly stroked my sides with her fingertips. “Sex is mostly in the mind,” Bailey purred. “You could jackhammer me all night, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t cum until morning, if at all. Unless I do you right.”

“What do you propose?” I asked.

“Getting plowed is fun—Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “But plowing is somewhat vanilla.”

“What do you propose?” I repeated.

Bailey was silent for a moment, and then she said, “Remember how you started to shake earlier when you sniffed my ass?”

I remembered.

“That was erotic,” she said. “It was outside the ordinary for you, obviously.”

I thought of Stacy asleep in bed. Bailey was right.

“We’re going to have some fun,” Bailey said, and I could tell, even in the dark, that she was smiling.

She slowly slid down me, her soft skin like a warm silk cloth against me, and slid until the tip of my penis had entered her warm pussy.

“Just the tip,” she said. “That’s all you’re getting for a minute.”

She thrusted onto me gently, sensually, her sexy hips rocking against me like a boat rolling on the waves. My slippery knob entered and re-entered her canal until she finally slid all the way down on me, spearing herself on my cock.

She began to ride me rhythmically, and then pumped me with a series of all the way in and all the way outs.

“I fucking love the way your cock curves upward,” Bailey moaned. “Every time you pump me, you absolutely rock my G-spot.” She shivered.

“I love the way your pussy clenches me when you cum,” I said and she gave me a light peck on the cheek.

“You’re about to feel it again,” she moaned.

I gripped her tight little ass in both hands and peeled her apart. I imagined her pink crack gyrating above my balls; I was jealous of their view.

“Aww God,” Bailey cried and began to grind harder. “Aww fuck!” Her pussy began to twitch and she pulled off of me just enough to where my cock head was just inside her opening (where the twitches were most intense). “Fuck my G-spot, baby!” She squealed, twitching on my knob, and I began to fuck her hard but just a couple of inches inside her. I felt my cock head pulsing against the roof of her snatch. “Right there, baby!!!” She was full-on squealing now as I pumped away, and then she shoved me all the way back inside just as her pussy began to clench and tug at me with all its might.

It was trying to snatch my nut.

She rode me like that for a long time, cumming on my cock over and over.

“You love this strange little pussy, don’t you, baby?” Bailey spoke in a tiny, high-pitched voice. “You love the way it milks you?"

“Keep talking,” I said. My shakes had returned.

“I fucking love your shakes,” Bailey said, interlocking her fingers in my own and raising our hands back above my head. She had me pinned.

She began to gyrate on me sexier than ever, as one might imagine a sexy Cleopatra in the throes of love getting off on one of her huge muscular soldiers. “I want that backed-up nut deep inside me,” she cried. “Get off in me, baby!” She continued to gyrate and say sexy things until I felt I was coming close to the edge.

“I need more encouragement,” I said. “I need to explode so bad.”

Bailey removed her right hand from my left—It simply disappeared for a moment—and when it returned I felt it right beneath my nose with her bottom stink on it. “Ahh fuck!” I bucked into her. “Wrap your legs around me!"

She locked her legs around me in a death grip, and I rolled over on top of her, thrusting down into her wildly, as she continued to hold her stinky finger right under my nose. She flicked the insides of both of my nostrils and began to rub her fingers around on the underside of my nose while I bucked with the full intention of burying my seed inside her.

I felt my orgasm rise and fall, toward climax and then away, for a good ten minutes until Bailey pushed me off of her. “You need the real thing,” she said.

She flipped around on me, 69 style, and thrust her little booty back against my nose.

My face became hot—The warm fuzzies of orgasm grew—when she took me in her warm mouth again and started to suck me off. I was getting close—Her butthole on my nose, her womanly stink controlling each and every thought that allowed me to pretend I was getting both her ass and her pussy all at once.

She pressed her ass back against my nose until it penetrated her.

“There,” Bailey said, sliding off of me. “That should be enough inspiration to finish me off.”

She crawled down onto the floor where—by now our eyes had adjusted to the darkness—she got on all fours for me. “Your cock is the key to my heart,” she said. “Why don’t you get down here and unlock it for me...”

I squatted down behind Bailey—I loved that I now had a nice view of her petite ass while smelling its stink all at the same time.

I slid my key back into her lock.

I rode her like Tarzan of the wild having just seen his first woman—Feeling things I didn’t know I was able to feel—The strange feeling welling up inside me until I wondered if I would be able to handle the climax.

She pulled off of me and again assumed a missionary position beneath me. “Finish inside me,” she instructed. “Plant me this time.”

I stuck my wiener back inside her and she again wrapped her legs around me. “Can you still smell me?” She asked, grinning.

“All I smell is your butthole,” I moaned and she grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands.

As I rose to orgasm, Bailey’s pussy again quivered and locked me into her—We both screamed and moaned, and I decided to finally let go—To go truly over the edge for the first time, having no idea what was on the other side of that one.

I finally let go inside her. I spurted off. Again and again, the waterfall of my essence welled up inside me and watered her warm pussy with my own warm flood that leaked out of her, rolled gently down over her butthole and down her crack onto the floor before I had finished.

Grasped in her tight slit, she snatched each new spurt of my nut until slowly, her gripping again became a quiver, and we shivered together on the floor in a heap of sweat and musk, kissing and feeling far more like one than two separate people with separate lives.

Ejaculation had never before felt so much like a spray.