Can’t wait to share this one.

My grandpa was a builder and he taught my daddy the trade. Daddy chose a different path, but he made sure his little girl could take care of herself. He taught me a lot about handling a house so it's less of a black hole than most. I can remodel a bathroom or kitchen, install a toilet, lay flooring, unclog a drain and a host of other things.

Every year I plan out the things I want to get done on the house, set timelines for those projects, and plan my trips to Home Depot for supplies.

I love my trips to Home Depot. I like to shop early morning with the contractors before the store is generally open to the public. I always dress like a girly girl who looks like she doesn't know a thumb tack from a hammer let alone what to do with a jigsaw.

Some trips are relatively mild with a little flashing, like my feet slightly spread apart and bent over at my waist to see something on the bottom shelf or pop a breast out for a quick look. Other times might be a quick suck or fuck in an aisle. Then there are the very few, but oh so memorable, trips like the one I'm sharing with you here.

I needed new flooring for the kitchen remodeling I was planning, so that day's trip was for looking at options and pricing. Of course, anything else inviting was always on the table. You never knew what might catch your eye.

I left the house wearing one of my favorite short, airy, and almost see-through skirts and an open-ended, short crop top that allowed you to see the bottom of my boobs as they bounced when I walked, and not a single stitch more. Everything was available for viewing at the right angle.

I entered through the builders' entrance and waved to a couple employees I knew. I definitely caught the eye of everyone in the vicinity. As I wandered around, I found a few of them were following me, watching me.

I flipped the hem of my skirt a few times, flashing my bare ass to them. I was waiting, when one guy poked his head around the corner, with my shirt pulled up and both tits calling to him. Poor guy, he bolted so fast.

Finally, one guy decided it was time to make his move. A full head taller than me and muscles for days, he stopped right behind me.

Before I could take a breath, he had both hands on my bare ass cheeks. My skirt lifted, he rubbed his hard cock against me through his jeans. He let go of my right cheek and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me even harder against his body.

He reached up my shirt, grabbed a breast, squeezing and kneading it. My nipples were rock hard, standing straight out from my tits. He took one in each hand and twisted and pinched.

My juices were already running down my legs.

I was grinding my ass against his cock, moaning from the sensations coursing through me. I wanted more.

I reached under the front of my skirt to pinch my throbbing clit. My moans deepened.

He took my hand away, whispering in my ear,

"Not yet."

He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. We shifted a little but he kept my body hard against his. His cock rubbed against my bare ass and then found its way between my legs stroking it front to back along my slit. He knew I was already sopping with wanting him.

He put one hand under my chin and turned my face from side to side to show me our audience at each end of the aisle. A little shudder went through me, and I moaned again with the thrill of being watched.

He shifted a bit to one side and spanked the exposed cheek. It made me jump a little with an accompanying squeal and a whispered,

"More, please."

He bent me forward and smacked me harder. Tears were in my eyes as I moaned and said,

"More, please."

He slid the head of his hard, throbbing cock into the opening of my pussy and just left it there. As much as I tried to push against it to drive it in, it stayed where it was.

There was more spanking, and then he slid in further. He was in far enough to move us around without us separating.

When he drove himself deep inside me it was without warning, and I gasped.

Keeping us together, he dropped his pants and sat us down on the floor. Our audience had crept closer and now moved in, forming a barrier, shielding us from the random passerby.

I was being bounced up and down on his dick, like a rag doll. Sometimes slow and teasing, and others driving himself so deeply I could feel him in the back of my throat.

He pulled my shirt off. My tits bounced with each thrust. He grabbed them, squeezing them hard enough that I knew there would be fingerprints later. Then he just let go.

Again, without warning, he grabbed my nipples, pinching them harder than I've ever felt before. I moaned, feeling my pussy twitch and squeeze around his cock.

He let go and smashed my tits together like they were conjoined twins.

He turned to one man and asked for some 6mm rope, about 30 ft of it. Then he sent another off for spring clamps. I trembled with joy from the thought of what came next.

When both returned, he pulled on my nipples, making them longer than I think they'd ever been. He used a clamp on each one. I started writhing in pain and pleasure, and I couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. It was heaven.

He took the rope and draped it around my neck. Reaching around me, he started binding each tit until they were taut and hard when you grabbed them. He was very careful not to let the clamps come off my nipples.

The sensation of these two made me want to squeeze my tits. I reached for them but he grabbed my hands and moved them to my clit.

"If you must play with something, play with this. Your pussy and tits belong to me."

When he put the clamps on my nipples, he did it with the clamp hanging down so he'd still have access to them.

"You liked your ass spanking, right? Let's see how you feel about this."

The first slap was against the outside of my right breast. It was bound hard enough to make both of them bounce. He did that to both for a minute or so, and then the smacks changed to a barrage on my sensitive, aching nipples. I jumped so high his cock nearly came out of me.

Tears rolled down my face as moaning for more came from my lips. I couldn't bear it, but, even more, I couldn't bear him to stop.

I'm the only one who has ever tied my tits, used clamps, and spanked me like this. This was so much better, having this man do it to me, alternating between deep fucking my pussy and slapping my tits and nipples was on a whole other level. Part of me wanted to beg him to stop; most of me didn't want him to ever stop.

I'd already come multiple times, but there was something more building in me.

I remembered that my clit belonged to me now. I reached for it and found that it was hard, poking out like a tiny dick. I grabbed it between my fingers and started stroking and pulling on it.

New waves of pleasure washed over me. He moved his hands to my hips and turned me back into a rag doll. The others came forward now to slap my nipples and bounce my tits. I never knew what to expect, but as long as it didn't stop, I didn't care.

I closed my eyes, letting each sensation come on its own.

Without warning, there was something new. Warm, wet, a new pain level, someone's teeth had locked onto one of the clamps while his tongue rubbed against the tip of my nipple. I'd never felt this before.

Then I felt a hand moving mine away from my clit and a warm tongue replaced it. It circled around it, licked it, took it between its teeth and flicked it back and forth with their tongue.

Only one available part of me was unoccupied by fucking, but not for long.

Standing before me was a dick, hard, thick and throbbing. It rubbed on my face and slipped in to my open, willing, and wanting mouth. He fucked my mouth with the same vigor as my pussy was getting. I was gagging, but didn't care. My tongue moved along the underside of his cock, licking it, loving the taste of it. Every time he pulled back, I sucked at him until he rammed it back down my throat. He tilted my head back to give my throat more room for deeper penetration.

I could have sucked this man forever. He pulled out as he came, shooting all over my tits. I cried out in frustration, but then he scooped it up on his fingers and put them it my mouth to suck him clean. It made me come a little.

Suddenly everyone backed away, while the man who started all of this stood up with me still speared by his cock. He bent me over and started a hard drive in me. My tied tits and clamped nipples bounced hard with each thrust. If I dropped my head down, they hit me in the face. I kept my head down.

He reached between my legs and pulled my hard clit out as far as he could, rubbing and pinching it.

I was soaked with sweat and pussy. The pain was perfect, and kept me wanting more of this man.

He stood me up against a display and fucked me, tugging the clamps off my nipples and replacing them with his fingers, punishing them in ways that made me beg for orgasm.

I was nearly there when he pulled out, spun me around, sat me down, and came all over my still tied tits. I rubbed some of it into my breasts like it was moisturizer. In a way, it kinda was.

He knelt next to me and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. As he licked and flicked his tongue against as he spread my legs and slipped his hand in me, then out and back in with just his fingers.

The sensation of his mouth on my sore nipple was amazing. The relief of the clamps being gone and how sensitive it made them is one of my favorite things, and is why I do this to myself, but this was different because someone else was doing it to me. Then the warmth of his mouth and the demand of his teeth and tongue increased the need for relief of the tension built up within me.

Hi fingers pounded in and out of me, wiggled inside of me with a sensation better than any vibrator I've ever used.

He moved my hand to my swollen clit and had me rubbing it. He grabbed the other tit, rubbing his come all over and slapped it and the nipple.

Then he focused on my orgasm instead of the public display of pain, hot desire, begging and punishment. This was now just for me.

It was building in me. I let go of my clit and grabbed his fucking hand, begging it to go faster, harder, deeper. He picked up the pace, pounding in to me, he shifted and guided my head to his dripping cock and brought it to my waiting mouth. I pulled him in, tasting my pussy as I sucked and licked him clean. He swelled in my mouth and started fucking it with the same intensity he was giving my cunt. His cock stiffened and swelled a bit more and I knew he was about to come again.

And come he did. As he's squirted down my throat, he pounded me and then stopped, with his hand still in me. Before I could cry out in frustration, he turned and sucked my clit into his mouth, and holding it in his teeth, he rubbed it, flicked and sucked it while his hand started moving inside me again.

My back arched and I raised my hips up to give him better access, hoping he would suck me and fuck me forever.

Then it started. That slow feeling at the back of my pussy, that longing, that drive for orgasm. It built quickly. I held his head against me so he kept my clit deep in his mouth.

He knew I was about to come, and he increased the intensity of everything he was doing.

"Oh my God! Yes, there! Don't stop. I'm almost there."

Suddenly, the world came crashing down, opening up, spilling out of me. I don't know how loud I screamed, but I know I did.

As the others drifted away, he handed me my top and told me to keep myself tied up for the rest of the day, even if I had other places to go. He wanted me to remember our encounter. (Like I could ever forget it.)

I left the store. I could barely stand up. Everyone in lumber knew what my wobbly walking was about. A few of them ran their hands over my ass as I stumbled past them.

As for my tits, I did as I was told and I loved it. My legs recovered, and the flashing I did for the rest of my errands was different than normal, more exhilarating. My tits bounced like crazy with every step. Sometimes (ok, a lot of times) I bounced them well below the bottom of my shirt. Men and women were watching me stride through a store or across a parking lot. Every time I flashed my bound tits, I loved the surprised look on people's faces. Some were shocked but most, even the women, had admiration on their faces. A few walked past me close enough to slip a hand under my shirt for a quick squeeze.

Finally, I got in my car, took off my shirt, and drove home that way, slapping them, pulling on my nipples or rubbing against them. Once again, I was sopping wet. Once home, I pulled off my skirt, put my weighted clamps on my nipples, grabbed my swatter, and my best dildo/vibrator. I spread myself out in front of a window for my watchers across the street and relived everything about my morning trip to Home Depot.

I hoped that I would run into him again. Something I don't normally do, but the things he did to me and made me feel left me aching for more, wanting his hands on me again, feeling his cock in my mouth or pounding my pussy. If I ran into him, maybe I would invite him home to use my rope and clamps on me, windows open for people to hear it all, and those across the street to watch to their heart's content. Mmmmm.