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The Dressing Room

By: Sean Matthews



"Dammit. I am going to get Sean to notice me!"

With that thought, Sara launched her plan to seduce her extremely shy co-worker. They met while working at a major department store. She had been eyeing the security guard as he made his rounds past her station in the lingerie department. While he would make polite conversation, her attempts to move the conversations into a more flirtatious line met with a shy smile and a quick exit by Sean. He wasn't married and didn't have a girlfriend that Sara knew of. And he did seem to notice her when he didn't think she was looking. Why didn't he seem to take the bait. It seemed obvious to Sara that she wasn't the only one feeling the chemistry.

It was only yesterday she found herself paying more attention to the way his crisp white uniform shirt hugged the "V" of his broad, well muscled shoulders to his small waist than to the woman embarrassing her prepubescent daughter. This woman insisted on having her daughter try on her first training bra over her shirt in front of everyone instead of taking her to the dressing room. It was only the child's "But, Moooooooom!" cry broke Sara's trance.

"Perhaps the dressing room will give you more privacy." Sara assertively guided the mother to the dressing room, chuckling to herself. If only they only knew that there was a security camera in each dressing room. The guards took turns watching the security cameras, but most just watched TV. 

Unless there was something to watch... "Oh, my Gawd. The security camera! That's it!"

It was then that Sara hatched her devious plan. It just so happened that she had the next day off and Sean would be working the security cameras at 10 AM when the store opened. Sara decided to put on a show that he would never forget. That would bring him out of his shell.

The next morning Sara awoke with a warm, tingling feeling all over her body. As she lay in the bed, she pulled the satin sheet that had pooled around her hips over her naked torso, reveling in the smooth sensation. She began to go over her plan in her mind. Sara wondered if Sean would play with himself as he watched her on the security camera. She had mixed feelings about that. She wanted to make him so hot that he wouldn't be able to help himself, but she also hoped he would come down and show his appreciation to her. She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the sheet taut over her ass. Sliding her hips from side to side, Sara felt her slit getting a bit moist. The sheets always felt so much better as her pussy got wetter.

With her ass raised a bit, but still under the sheets, her breasts being caressed by the bottom sheet, Sara slid her hand down her stomach. Her mouth found the corner of her pillow as her fingers reached her slick slit. 

She bit down hard on the pillow as her finger pushed it's way through her outer lips and entered deep into her wetness. There was no resistance, almost no friction as wet as she was. Sara rotated her finger so she could ease a second finger into her depths. While the second finger also met no resistance, she certainly felt her tight pussy fill with the new invasion. 

Leaving the back of her hand on the mattress, she began to move her hips up and down, humping her hand slowly. Every so often, Sara kept her hips on the bed and ground her clit into the palm of her hand. She kept the pace slow as long as she could, but nature took over and her pace quickened. 

"Sean", she thought, "Oh, Sean. Fuck me Sean."

Her climax was building, her gyrations at a frenzied pace when all of a sudden she stopped. "No. I have to save it for Sean.", she thought. 

Groaning, she threw herself onto her back, panting at the exertion. She laid back, dragging her hands gently over her breasts. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She would, of course, have to change the sheets again. That happened often when she thought of Sean while in bed.

Sara tried not to play when she sank herself into a tub filled with hot water and rose bath oil. She was actually successful for 10 minutes. Soon though, she found her hands roaming once again. She did this under the guise of "washing", but her hands seemed to wash some areas longer than others. The side of her neck was the first to get her attention as she pulled a luffa over her sensitive skin. The soft scratching jolted her nervous system with pleasure. She used the luffa in the valley created by her full breasts and on her stomach, but switched to a soft washcloth for her nipples.

The soapy cloth glided over Sara's erect nipples as she imagined her bare breasts moving gently over Sean's chest. She hoped Sean's chest was lightly hairy. It would feel so nice against her nipples. Sara then picked up the luffa again and stretched her right leg into the air and rubbed the luffa up and down the back of her thigh. Sara couldn't resist the temptation to pull the luffa down the inside of her thigh, thinking to herself about how Sean's chin would feel in the morning before he shaved. She would give almost anything to feel that sensation as she woke up to find Sean moving so close to her pussy.

She forced herself to wash the back of her left thigh, then along the inside once again. This time she dropped her luffa and began to rub her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other. The motion of her hand moving around her pussy caused her breasts to bob lazily in the scented water. It was a much shorter time until Sara was on the brink of exploding. She brought herself as close as she could to cumming before she wrenched her hand from her pussy, leaving her hips thrusting upward trying to match her pussy with her fingers again. When her hips stopped moving Sara collapsed back into the tub.

Pulling herself from the tub, she wrapped her dripping body in her favorite towel. It was the smallest in her closet and barely covered her nipples and pussy at the same time. Of course, that didn't apply when she reached over her head to pull down her toy box on the top shelf of her closet. She wanted plenty of ammunition for the hunt. She waited until after filling her large purse before she started dressing. Only then did she drop her towel and begin to select her wardrobe for the day.

"The red blouse shows off my cleavage nicely, but it's so dark Sean won't be able to see my bra", she thought. "The white blouse is practically see through, but it doesn't have any buttons in the front. Damn. It's so hard to decide." The one thing she didn't have to decide on was her selection of a skirt. Her black mini was a seduction must. She had never worn anything that daring to work, so she was sure it would knock Sean's socks off.

Finally she decided on the red blouse with a nearly see through black bra. 

She would wear the black skirt with her black lace thong and garter and stockings. When she was done dressing, she performed a quick spin in front of the mirror and was pleased to note the skirt flared up to reveal the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her firm ass. "If this doesn't get him he probably already has a boyfriend." The last touch was a long, blonde wig to cover her short black hair. She didn't want to ruin the surprise too soon.

She strode confidently into the store and smiled to herself as she looked up at the chrome circles on the ceilings. Sean was probably tracking her already. How could he miss her? It's not often a barely dressed blonde with a large bag came into the store. He would have to watch her if for no other reason than to make sure she didn't fill her bag with merchandise.

Sara wasted little time in reaching the lingerie department. She moved slowly through the aisles even though she had already selected the goodies she would be trying on. After an appropriate amount of time she picked out a dark blue teddy, a peach silk slip with spaghetti straps and a demi cup white bra, size 34 B. That, of course, would do nothing to cover her 36 C breasts.

The dressing rooms were located in the women's department in the back of the store, giving Sara plenty of time to casually hold up each article of what could barely be called clothing to her supple body as she walked. She was delighted to see this didn't go without notice. Several men were nudged by their less attractive wives for paying even the slightest attention to "that little slut". She even hear one woman comment on her apparent lack of underwear, like her husband hadn't already noticed.

When Sara reached the dressing rooms she entered the one furthest in the back. She knew she would need as much "privacy" as she could get for her plan. She would be making a bit of noise and didn't want any unexpected company. She just hoped no curious four year old boy would come into her stall looking for his mother.

She turned her back to the mirror she knew covered the security camera and pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slowly unbuttoned it. As she pulled it over her shoulders, she turned ever so slightly towards the mirror to give Sean a glimpse of things to come. Her nipples were harder than they had ever been as she pulled the teddy over her head and down her body. It was then that she turned toward the mirror and smiled. Her nipples were clearly outlined under the teddy despite wearing a bra. Sara reached under the back of the teddy and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

It was just ruining the line of the teddy. "There." She thought, "That's much better." The only thing to do now was to take off those stockings.

She once again reached under the teddy, this time in the front, and unhooked her stockings. She lowered the garter to her knees, bending at the waist and showing off her cleavage. Sara sat on the small bench and slowly unrolled her stockings. She left the stockings on top of her skirt and repeated her quick spin, knowing that would flash a bit of her ass to Sean.

She turned her back again and pulled the teddy off, giving Sean his first unobstructed view of her tight butt. She was happy she put so much time into her kick boxing classes. It certainly toned her legs and ass. She giggled as she thought how she would react to the sight if she were a man. 

Hell, there were lots of women who would be drooling at the sight.

She reminded herself that Sean would only be in the security room for a two hour shift and she certainly didn't want anyone else to watch the show during changeover so she went on with her show. As she threw the teddy down, she picked up the slip and spun toward the mirror. Now Sean would clearly see her hard nipples barely covered in the bra she wore, but only for a moment. She quickly pulled the slip on and ran her hands down the front. "This HAS to be driving him crazy." Of course, wearing a bra with spaghetti straps was so trashy. She pulled down the straps and pulled her arms through quickly. Then she pulled the slip up over her waist and stomach to reach the front of the bra where the clasp was, exposing as much skin as she could without showing any parts of her breasts. After she pulled the bra under the slip she tweaked her nipples through the silk and reveled in the electric sensation it sent to her pussy.

Sara ran her hands all over the material that covered her body, touching every part the silk touched. She ran her hands over the straps, down her breasts and stomach to the fronts of her thighs. The she turned around and looked over her shoulder as she let her hands roam over her butt. Before turning back around, she gave herself a hard SMACK on her right cheek. Of course her ass didn't jiggle. That would show Sean he wasn't the only one who liked to keep in shape. Satisfied that he had gotten his fill of watching her model the slip, she dropped the straps and let it fall around her ankles. Her hand print was visible, pink and warm. She purposely kept her back to the mirror as she put on the demi bra. It was the last piece she selected and would have to make an impact.

The bra was much too tight and did not nearly contain her bosom. Her nipples forced their way over the top of the cups, eager to see the world. 

Sara pinched them (as if they weren't hard enough already) and turned to the mirror. She pretended to try to get her nipples into the bra but was only stimulating them even more. The more she poked and prodded them into confinement, the more they popped out to say hello to Sean. Finally, she "gave up" and posed in the "outfit". She took a long time making sure of she looked especially naughty. She raised her hands over her head, lifting the bottoms of the cups over the very bottom of her breasts. She then put her hands together over her panties and squeezed her arms together. The tight confines of the bra could no longer contain her large breasts and they popped completely free. She looked at her breasts supported only by the underwire as they pushed themselves together and even higher on her chest than usual.

Sara stopped the pretense of trying on clothes and took off the bra. She put her finger into her mouth as she sat on the hard, wooden bench, the pulled the moist digit out to run a ring around her right nipple. She put the index finger of her other hand into her mouth and did the same for her left nipple. Alternating between the two sides was very nice, but she was no longer satisfied with just getting her nipples wet. She pulled each one as close as she could to her mouth and began to blow lightly. The sensation was such that she couldn't suppress a low moan. She couldn't stop herself as one hand drifted down her stomach to her panty covered crotch.

Her panties were already moist with her excitement as she softly scratched her silk cover slit. She began to alternate between rubbing her clit in circles and pushing her finger along the length of her pussy down almost to her ass. She rubbed more and more insistently as she rubbed her other hand over her breasts. When she could stand it no longer, she pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger into her small, now very wet, opening. She used the inside of her hand to rub her clit as she began to finger fuck her pussy. When one finger was no longer enough, she pushed a second into her eager pussy.

Sara decided her panties had become too much of a distraction, so she removed them. She opened her bag and pulled out a long pink vibrator and a smaller "silver bullet". A moment later the toys buzzed to life in stereo. 

The smaller vibe moved to the top of her clit, rotating around the familiar territory. The longer vibe poised at the entrance of her pussy like a cobra ready to strike. Sara succumbed to the day of self imposed teasing and pushed the vibe deep into herself with an almost violent thrust. She pulled it out slowly and repeated the hard entry. She amazed herself with her ability to keep the other vibe on her clit as she continued her assault on her tender flesh. Hard in and slow out soon became even harder in and faster out. Her hips began to lift off the bench to meet her thrusts and she began to bite her bottom lip in an effort to keep the noise in the cubicle to a minimum.

Soon she could hold off no more and she felt her legs stiffen and slam shut. She no longer held the toys in her hands. Her thighs and pussy held them in place as she pulled her nipples and weakly pushed her hips up in decreasing spasms.

As soon as she regained her composure, Sara pulled her cell phone from her purse and called a familiar number. She pulled her wig off as she heard the strong, masculine voice answer the phone, "Security."

"How did you like the show, Sean? Would you like to join me?"

"Sara? Is that you? That was incredible. This is Bob. Sean called in sick today..."

The Dressing Room



Marcie loved the mall on Monday afternoons. Hardly anyone else was shopping at the beginning of the week and the air conditioned stores were a wonderful refuge from the nearly hundred degree temperatures. Besides, the young men and women in the clothing stores, dressed their best and desperate to make sales, were a sexual buffet for a middle-aged woman who lived alone.

The entrance of a women's clothing store beckoned, one of the newer places where the high school girls liked to shop. Marci strolled in and immediately caught sight of a tall, heavy-chested blonde with a bored expression leaning over the cash register. The rest of the store appeared deserted and Marci decided to have some fun.

To her delight, a low table directly across from the cash register was loaded with sales items. Better yet, more merchandise was stacked on the floor under the table. Marcie walked over and picked through the contents of the table for a moment, then, back to the cash register, she bent at the waist to examine the extra things on the floor.

Marcie smiled to herself, knowing that her 40 year old body looked exactly as it had at 25 and would be sure to attract at least a glance from the salesgirl. As always on her shopping trips, Marcie wore very short shorts with nothing underneath. Hoping the girl had noticed her bare ass and smooth thighs, Marcie stood back up and turned to the counter.

The blonde was staring at her, no longer looking bored, fidgeting nervously with her hands on the counter. She was tall, at least eight or nine inches taller than Marcie, and couldn't possibly be over twenty years old. Large block letters on her nametag read, JUNE.

"Um, can I help you?" June managed to stammer.

"Why yes," answered Marcie sweetly. "Do you have someplace I could try these on?" She indicated a pair of bright red socks she'd found under the table.

"Well, you can try them on right here," said June, appearing slightly confused.

"Oh, I think I need someplace more private than here," Marcie replied with an amused smile.

"There's, um, a changing room over there," said the girl, pointing to the left of the counter without looking away from the older woman. She licked her upper lip unconsciously.

"That looks fine," Marcie said, breaking her eye contact with June as she turned toward the dressing room. She was delighted by the blonde's consternation.

Marcie entered the changing room, which was just a small cubicle with a bench, a mirror on each wall, and a shutter-like door. June took a step toward the little room as Marcie entered, calling, "Just yell if you need help or anything."

The door creaked closed and Marcie quickly stripped off her shorts, tossing them and the socks onto the bench. Her blouse was rolled up slightly and tied across her stomach. Standing with her back to the door, Marcie spread her feet apart wide and leaned forward until she was propped against the wall by her forearms. "June," she called, "I could use some assistance, please!"

Seconds later, the door swung back open and the leggy blonde was there, gasping as she took in the half-naked woman leaning up against the mirror. "Can you get those socks on me?" requested Marcie, smiling innocently over her shoulder at June.

June dropped to her knees without a word and found the socks on the small bench. Hesitating a bit, she reached out and grasped Marcie's right ankle with both hands, then began caressing the soft skin from the top of the older woman's foot to the bottom of her knee. Marcie purred loudly, encouraging the girl to become a little bolder. Her hands wandered up above the knee until they were massaging Marcie's upper thigh, the backs of her hands just barely grazing the lips of Marcie's shaved pussy.

"What a good girl you are; I'll bet you make a lot of sales," Marcie whispered. June didn't answer. She was enraptured by the firm ass swaying before her face. Eyes closing, she bent forward slightly to lick at the inside of Marcie's thighs while running her palms over the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh, that's good," breathed Marcie. She squatted down slightly, bending her knees out to give the tall blonde easier access to her now dripping pussy. June's tongue soon flickered out over the swollen lips, parting them slightly as she licked back and forth on the older woman's slit. Marcie groaned and pressed backward with her hips, shoving her crotch and ass against the girl's face insistently.

June responded by reaching around Marcie's thighs with both arms, pulling the older woman back against her mouth. She drove her tongue deep into the slick channel, straining her mouth to lick as hard as she could. One hand snaked its way forward to find Marcie's hard clit. A small series of shocks jolted through the woman's small body as the blonde's fingers pinched lightly at the sensitive flesh.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," chanted Marcie, reaching back with one arm. Hand on the back of June's head, Marcie pressed the blonde's face even harder into her crotch. The girl was eating her out in a frenzy, lapping and nibbling at the slick lips and pausing every once in a while to suck Marcie's clit into her mouth. When the blonde slid one thumb and her tongue into Marcie's opening simultaneously, the older woman felt the first waves of her orgasm hitting her.

"I'm cumming," she cried, not caring if anyone else had wandered into the store. "Keep going, make me cum!"

June complied with an even greater effort, rubbing Marcie's clit with the palm of her hand while stabbing her thumb in and out of the woman's pussy. She felt Marcie's inner muscles clench over her tongue briefly and the blonde began licking and sucking greedily as Marcie came, smearing orgasmic juices all over the lower half of June's face. When it was finally over, Marcie turned and bent over, kissing the younger girl and sliding her tongue into her mouth in a sultry manner.

"I think I'll be shopping here more often," Marcie said approvingly, tracing her finger down the bridge of June's nose and across her shining lips. The salesgirl just smiled, and reached out to pull the dressing room doors closed...



The Dressing Room



I had been shopping for lingerie. I love shopping for my private things. I even have a favorite store where I purchase most of my panties, bras, and intimate apparel. They have a wonderful selection, every style and color. I really enjoy browsing, sometimes I find myself getting aroused just by running my fingertips over the pretty lace and silk.

Yes, I've always enjoyed wearing sexy underwear. There's something about it that just makes a woman feel so... so sensual. I have a friend who never wears panties or a bra; well each to their own I say. 

I love that look on a man's face just as my dress drops to the floor. That moment he sees my lingerie and parts of my body that are usually covered, and his cock jumps to attention. That little tease that makes him wonder just what is hidden underneath those tiny bits of satin and lace. That's what excites me so much. Sometimes I enjoy having a little surprise for my love, maybe a pair of crotchless panties or a g-string that cuts right into my pussy. Just a little something he's not quite expecting. 

On this particular day, it’d been rather quiet. The shop assistants were there of course, and maybe two or three other women, but what made it odd was the man standing near the corset display. He didn't appear to be with anyone or interested in purchasing anything. A couple of times I caught him staring at me. Or did I just imagination it? A little bit of wishful thinking perhaps? He was tall and dark, so damned good looking. He was well dressed too, although I couldn't really take a good look without staring. 

Eventually I made my selection, one pair of black lace panties and a blue silk g-string. I indicated to the assistant and she ushered me into a small changing room. 

"Let me know if I can get you anything else," she told me, smiling as she pulled the flimsy curtain across. 

I slipped my flimsy dress up over my head, and let it drop in a puddle in the floor beside me. Then reaching behind my back I unhooked my bra, letting that too drop and allowing my full breasts to fall free. I stood there for a few minutes admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. 

"Nice tits", I whispered softly to myself as I cupped them in my hands and played with my nipples for a moment. Yes, I did have nice tits; large, full, and firm. I looked down at my legs, and ran my fingers over the smoothness of my stocking tops, enjoying the contrasting roughness of my lace suspenders. 

Next, I wriggled out off my panties. They caught on the sharp spike of my shoe heel, but I left them there. I had other things on my mind.

Turning slightly to one side, I looked over my shoulder to take a look at my ass. Nice ass, too. I gripped my firm butt cheeks and gave them a little squeeze, and then a soft pat.

Leaning though the curtain, I peeked out, and took a quick look around. Yes, the assistant had gone. I turned and looked at my image again. I let my fingers slip down between my legs to gently finger my pussy. I would have to be careful, I didn't want to hand those panties back with a wet crotch. 

When I am naked or semi naked, it just feels so natural for me to touch myself. It's as if my fingers instinctively find their way down between my thighs. My clit begins to throb and swell and I am no longer in control of myself until my body has been satisfied. I'm sure a lot of women are like that.

I closed my eyes and leaned up against the side of the cubical. I felt myself drifting into sweet self-pleasure, as my fingers began to work their magic. I began to think about... an elevator; sucking a complete stranger, then the doors opened, another man entering, another cock to suck... Yes, faceless men with big hard cocks, all for me to suck and fuck.

Yes, how many cocks could I do? How many men would fuck me up against the walls of the elevator? Two? Three? No, I was feeling greedy today, as I began to fantasize about having three of them.

Looking down I could see my fingers slipping in and out, disappearing into my soft folds. I could hear soft squelching noises, as I became wetter.

Suddenly and without warning, I heard the curtain rip open. I looked up into the mirror. It was him!

I wanted to scream or call out for help...I really did. But he was too quick for me. He grabbed hold of my arm with one hand and held my mouth firmly closed with the other. His strength totally overpowering as he pushed the side of my face and the front of my body up against the mirror. My mind and heart were racing.

Just what the fuck did he want? My money? My jewelry?

Then as I felt the hardness of his erection pressing against my bare ass through the fabric of his trousers, I knew.

His breath felt warm, as he brushed his lips over my ear and whispered to me. "Don't make a sound bitch." 

I managed to nod my head. My whole body trembled, partly from fear, partly from shear excitement. How often had I fantasized about being taken like this and now it was happening to me. I could barely contain my heated excitement, as I felt my body responding in ways I could never have imagined.

Releasing his hand from my mouth but still keeping me pinned to the mirror, I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, then his metal zipper opening. My heart was beating so loudly, I could almost hear it. The mirror felt cool against the side of my face and near naked body, but I was on fire!

The next thing I knew he was roughly fondling my breasts, cupping them and rubbing my nipples between his fingers, then pushing my legs apart with his knee. My nipples have always been so sensitive. They left little doubt about my arousal, as I felt them grow harder and tingle like never before.

"No, no, please don't," I begged in a whispered tone.

Yes, I begged him to stop, but I swear if he had, I would have screamed and begged him for more.

Rubbing his hand up the insides of my thighs, I heard him chuckle as he stoked his fingers over my warm pussy lips.

"You want this as much as I do, don't you, you hot little whore." He said, grinning as he plunged his middle finger deep inside my wetness. Your mouth says no, but your body says fuck me!" 

He pulled his finger out of my slit, and a trickle of warm wetness ran down the inside of my left leg. 

His words shocked me. I didn't answer him. I didn't have to. We both knew he was right. I did want it as badly as he did.

I closed my eyes and inhaled his animal maleness. Is there anything more arousing than the scent of a man when he is ready to fuck?

As he pressed his body up against my back, I glanced back at the curtain. I noticed a gap and I began to worry someone walking past may see us. I was sure that from a certain angle the inside of the cubicle could be viewed from outside. I turned to whisper a caution to him, but I was too late, the horny bastard had already pushed his cock between my legs. 

He had such a fucking big cock, at first I wasn't sure I would be able to take it all. I closed my eyes and stifled a gasp as he forced himself into my dripping wet cunt.

As I became even wetter, I could feel and hear his balls slapping against my ass. His thrusts were full and demanding. I knew I couldn't have stopped him even if I had wanted to, but stopping was the last thing I wanted. 

Clenching one hand into a fist, I raised it to my mouth and bit down on my knuckles in an attempt to keep silent, but as he continued to slam into me, I found it impossible not to cry out. As he continued to fuck me I cared less and less about my surroundings. Nothing else mattered, I just wanted his great, throbbing cock deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast.

I'm sure we must have been heard outside, but no one came. I don't know, maybe he paid them off? Maybe that sort of thing has happened before? Who knows? Maybe the people outside enjoyed hearing us? Fuck it... did I care? 

Our bodies slid and rubbed together, damp from our sweat, we both panted like animals in heat. As he pressed me up against the mirror I felt my own warm wetness running down the inside of my thighs, then smearing the mirror as he slammed me up against it again, and again. The strong musky smell of sex and desire filled the small cubicle and I'm sure it lingered for some time afterwards.

As I climaxed I tired so hard not to scream. I really did. But I couldn't help it. The force of his cock and the rate of his thrusts, made my whole body tremble with excitement. His cock was so fucking big, I felt my cunt being stretched beyond anything I had experienced before. Then with one final jerk, and a deep moan, he filled me with his seed. I swear I could feel his hot cum shooting up deep inside me. His sticky warm cum was a welcome relief on my now tender and raw pussy. It felt so warm and smoothing on my burning folds, as at last my cunt muscles tightened around his cock, and I released myself in a wave a pure pleasure. 

When he had finished with me, I could barely stand so I just slumped against the mirror and watched him dress. As he pulled his trousers back on, I had a good look at him for the first time. He was tanned and muscular, and very handsome. I smiled, obviously, very virile too. 

After I had cleaned myself and slipped my clothes back on, I leaned down to pick up the panties I had chosen, but he stopped me.

"From now on I will choose your underwear, my dear," he told me, with certain smugness. 

He held onto the back of my arm as we walked out of the changing room. I couldn't help blushing as one of the assistants gave me a sly little grin as we walked pass her. I'm sure she must have known what we had been up to. 

As we left I noticed a sign on the door, it said, "Our customers are always satisfied." 

I smiled.



The Dressing Room



It was a day I could never forget. I was shopping around at the local mall. As I was walking looking into the different shopping windows I noticed a male friend of mine. His name was Chad. He was very good looking, brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes. He stood about 5'8. The perfect height for me. He also had the best ass in the world. It was very plumped and a nice tan complexion. I knocked on the window to grab his attention. He looked up and had a grin from ear to ear. I guess he was excited to see me. But who wouldn't be. Everyone knew I was a crazy type and loved to do crazy things now matter where I was. 

He greeted me at the front door and asked me how I was doing. I told him that everything was going good. He knew I was up to know good when he saw this cheapest grin on my face, and asked me what I had in mind. I told him " oh nothing", with a wink. He knew by that he was in trouble. I took him by the hand and told him that he was going to finish his shopping with me. 

Our first stop was the shoe store. I wanted to find a cute pair of sandals. I had my toenails painted and everything. I was looking hot. I was wearing these short jean shorts with a purple thong. With a tight baby blue tank top to match my eyes, with no bra. As I was trying on the sandals, I could see Chad staring at my ass as I bent down. He was looking me up and down; it was really turning me on. I loved all the attention I was getting. I stood up and told him to sit on the bench that was next to us. I put my foot on his leg and ask him if he could please help me with the sandals. While he replied with a yes I slowly opened my legs, knowing his eyes would wonder to where I wanted them to be. And I was exactly right. I looked into his eyes and gave him a quick smile. I took my foot off his leg and ask him how these looked on me and he said they looked great. I went to the register and purchased the sandals. Next store was Macy's. 

I wanted to buy something that I could wear everyday but was sexy at the same time. Chad said he would help me out and give his opinion. When we walked in, I saw this gorgeous black short skirt, and a white button down blouse. The shirt appeared to look formfitting. I knew it was the outfit for me. I asked Chad what he thought and he told me to try it on. I went into the last stall. It was huge. There was a chair and a full-length mirror. I slipped into the shirt and blouse. I was looking good. Only problem was the dressing room was a little chilly and my small pink nipples were poking out of the see through white shirt. I quickly took a brush out of my pocketbook and gave my hair a quick brush. If this didn't turn him on I don't know what would. It was turning me on. Before leaving the dressing room, I gave a little swirl in the mirror. He was going to love his. 

I quietly called his name. Asking him to come to the door. When he saw my sender body with my nipples poking out, his face turned red and his eyes were combing my body once again. I could see that he was getting hard by the second. I told him to come into the dressing room with me and help me take off my clothes. He was shocked that I had asked him to come into the women's dressing room. However, I could tell he was excited at the same time. 

As I seductively walked down the hall into my dressing room. I could tell that we were going to have the rid of a lifetime. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I walked in the dressing room where my clothes were pilled on the chair. Chad walked in behind me and slid the lock to the door. I threw my clothes on the floor and sat down. I asked him what he thought and if I should buy it. He didn't say a word, so I thought it was a NO. He reached over grabbed my hand and pulled me to his sweet luscious lips. He slowly gave me a soft peck. It was driving me crazy I wanted him so bad. 

I slowly nibbled on his lower lip, which later turned into me sucking on it. He started to kiss my neck, licking it up and down. As if it was me going down on his hard cock. A little moan escaped out of my mouth. Chad looked into my eyes, put his fingers on my lips, and told me to shhhhhhhh. That I had to be quit for a little bit. I shook my head. I could feel his warm hands running up and down my thigh. I couldn't take it anymore I just wanted to rip my clothes of and just start fucking the shit out of him but I didn't. I held back waiting for what he was going to do next. He gently rubbed my pussy with his middle finger. But to the point were he was teasing me. 

Mean while we heard the next-door slam shut, our hearts started to pound but it was a turn on at the same time. We had never done this before and this was going to be a first for us. I whispered in his ear to pull my panties down but he told me no that I wasn't getting what I wanted right now. He unbuttoned my shirt rubbing my tits with the palm of his hand. What could I do I was at his mercy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to feel his tongue flicking back and forth on them. I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed then to his mouth to my tit. I finally got something I wanted I told him. And he managed to get out you'll get everything and more. I smiled. He through me on the chair then proceeded to get on top of me and straddle my body. I began to rub my fingers side to side over his hard cock that was aching to come out and play. Then I grabbed hold and squeezed tight. Mmmm I can't wait to suck on him. 

Mean while Chad took of my white blouse I was sitting there with just my black shirt and thong on. He then stood up and unzipped his pants. Yes, I finally get to do what I have been waiting for. I pulled his pants down to reveal that he had nothing on. I grabbed his huge cock and teased it a little. I lick it up and down, teasing the tip of the head, flicking my tongue back and forth. I looked up to see if he was enjoying it. His eyes met mine and we were in a trace. My hair was up in a pony tail, so he reached up and let my brown hair lose. He grabbed me by the back of the head and told me to suck his cock or I wasn't going to have any fun. So I did as he said. I opened my mouth wide and sucked every inch. I stopped what I was doing, licked my hand, and started to jerk him off at the same time. Twisting my hand as I went up with every suck. With the other hand, I wander to his balls. Rubbing them then reaching back and running my finger up his ass crack. He jumped a little not knowing what I was up to, and having a new experience. I started to giggle. I thought it was funny. 

Then I started to deep through his massive cock, until my nose was touching his skin. I heard him moan with ecstasy. I twirled my tongue across the shaft of his cock. As I was coming up I was circling, moving my head in circles and my tongue. As I reached the top, I went down and sucked on his balls, while jerking him off. Not stopping what I wasn't doing. I could feel his balls tighten up and I knew he was going to cum. I put his cock in my mouth and waited for him to explode. I guess he hadn't jerked off today because that shit hit the back of my throat as if it was a cannonball shooting out of a cannon. I look up at him and swallowed his juices. He bent down and jammed his tongue in my mouth. And started to kiss me franticly. 

He told me to get my pretty ass off the chair and to turn around. I did as he said. I got up. He hiked up my shirt to see my thong. My shirt was up to my waist, he started to smack my ass softly and then getting harder and harder with each slap. I turned to look I could see his hand print on my ass cheek. He then got down on his knees and began licking and biting my soft ass. I looked into the mirror to see the site. I was liking what I was seeing. I began to rub my clit in circles. I then changed the pace to up and down. I then felt him move my purple panties to the side and licked my ass. I thought I was going to go at the moment. It felt weird but good. My juices were running down my leg. I was so wet. I wanted his cock but I knew I was going to get it until he was ready. 

"Chad please fuck me". "I need your cock in me right now". I was shocked he got up through my panties to the fall, turned me around and started to fuck my wet pussy like crazy. He pulled my hair so hard I was looking up at the ceiling. He ran his tongue up my Adams apple, to my chin and back down to the center of my tits. I could feel his balls swinging. His thighs slapping against mine. I don't know how other people could hear us. It was so obvious what was going on. But who the hell cared we didn't. I tried to get out the words that I was going to cum. But he knew because I was moaning so loud. He had to kiss me to keep me to shut me up. My juices then started to run down his cock. I told him I wanted him to cum for me again but this time all over my face. And you did just that. When you were all done, I licked my lips to make sure I got every drop!



The Dressing Room



Click click click click.

The sound intensified, making me instinctively snap my head around to see who the lady was in the heels. 

It was you. And it wasn't just a pair of heels, you had black pointy-toed slingbacks.

Dressed professionally, black hip-hugging skirt above the knee, sky blue blouse unbuttoned to show firmness under the camisole, pearl choker necklace, you approached the counter in Women's Accessories, where I work.

Intercepted, just steps away, MAY I HELP YOU? my statuesque blonde colleague asked.

YES, I GOT A RUN IN MY PANTYHOSE, you said.

RIGHT THIS WAY. You follow her to the hosiery aisle, unaware that I am glaring, actually ogling, your rear end in the skirt. Also unaware of the enormous swelling in my pants.

WE HAVE A SPECIAL ON GIVENCHY TODAY.

I NEED OFF-BLACK. STUCK IN TRAFFIC THIS MORNING. I SNAGGED MINE WHILE STARING AT A MAN IN MY REAR-VIEW MIRROR you confided with a smirk.

I KNOW HOW THAT CAN HAPPEN! You both giggled.

I'LL TAKE THESE, as you grab a pair of sheer-to-the-waist.

THAT MAN WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU, my colleague said, directing you back to my counter. She was tall and lusty. Working in Accessories had its advantages. On slightly different shifts, we would find time to engage in sex, sometimes in public places, like stairwells, sometimes in private lunchtime rendezvous in an apartment or rented motel room. A nooner in suntan Sheer Energy's one day; all nude suspender pantyhose the next. She loves a man's muscular sculpted butt with dimples for squeezing.

You pay for the hosiery, and I stutter HAVE A GREAT DAY, nearly blushing with an erection. As you start to walk away, the blonde says IF YOU NEED TO PUT THOSE ON, WE HAVE A DRESSING ROOM RIGHT OVER THERE.

Click click click click. You head for the dressing room, unaware that I am still checking you out.

You walk to the dressing room, enter and close the door behind you. It's standard size, with a full-length mirror, chair, and bench.

I tell my blonde associate, I'M TAKING MY BREAK NOW. I walk toward the dressing room, stopping to grab another pack of Givenchy hosiery from the rack, the same brand, size and color that you purchased.

I go past the dressing room, to an area marked "For employees only." Some offices are back there, along with a storage room. And then there is a tiny security room on the other side of the full-length mirror in your dressing room.

I step in, and I'm watching you.

You unzip your skirt and with a wiggle, it drops to the floor. You have no clue that I'm leering, instantly large penis jutting at an angle up and to the right.

You step out of your slingbacks, tug the hose down to your knees and sit on the bench. One leg is peeled off, then the other.

You look in the mirror and move your face closer, pursing your lips to check your red lipstick and slightly rotate the pearl choker necklace. Then, in a move I didn't expect, you fully unbutton your blouse and remove the camisole, giving me a delightful eyeful of a filled half-cut bra and well-rounded panties. OOOH, I quietly mutter, as I know a drop of semen has begun to emerge in the head of my penis. You stand to admire your figure in the mirror, and smile with satisfaction.

As you sit back down on the bench, you hitch your fingers on the sides of the panties and take them off, leaving them next to you on the wooden bench. The new pair of hose is removed from the package and you roll them on, standing up to finish with a hip jiggle pull-up. You step into the slingbacks and proudly look at your legs in hose with nothing underneath. You're aroused again, nipples hardening in their cups. 

I'm whipping into a frenzy, anticipating "I've got to get in there." I try to look presentable, and quickly exit the security room. It's been quiet in the store this morning. I give a slight rap on the door. You're taken aback, not knowing what to do, as you hear me ask MA'AM, YOU LEFT YOUR PANTYHOSE AT THE COUNTER. 

You slowly open the door and peek around. I hold them up and say SORRY TO BOTHER YOU. WE HAD A BUY ONE, GET ONE FREE SPECIAL, AND YOU FORGOT THESE. I'm bold with excitement, and I'm showing it. We gaze at each other, and as you feel an impulse of desire, I'm thinking I need to eat you right now. OH, THANK YOU, you say.

We smile, as our eyes are fixated on each other. I push the door open and you back away to let me in. I grab your run hose and hang them over the top of the door to indicate the dressing room is in use, then close the door.

My penis is filled with lust, and we hastily strip off my clothes. My left hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth to mine. Deep involved tongue action quickly, as my index finger goes right down to your damp pubic area to finger open a hole in your hose. Your right hand slides over my cock, dispersing the drops that have come to the head. I WANT TO SUCK YOU, you say, but I tell you, NO, CUNNILINGUS FIRST. 

I get down on my knees, and with a rip, my big hands yank the crotch area of your hose open for access. I stand up. 

I lift you up into the air, big strong hands under your black silky buttocks, soaring ever upward, as you swing both legs over my shoulders. You are suspended in mid-air, vulnerable, yet trusting my strength with only the ceiling to push upon.

The scent of your pussy coaxes me. Like a painter sweeping his brush back and forth across a canvas, my long tongue licks your thighs, moving closer to the pussy lips, then up and and along them, a breath blowing your clitoris. My hands under your uplifted ass control the motion and rhythm. Your wetness is increasing. My tongue works the clit, gently at first, teasingly encircling it, darting in and out, then deeper into the puss, nibbling, almost biting your clit, pushing and pressing up inside to probe for the g-spot and inhale your smell. You writhe, one hand against the ceiling, nylon-encased legs trying to tighten around my head, while your other hand runs through my curly blond mane, attempting to push my whole head into your pussy.

You moan, lovely legs thrashing behind me, as you grind your cunt against my face, crying for relief, begging for a fucking to release the rest of your juices.

Your desires are insatiable. Furiously trying to attain an orgasm as I hold you high in the air of the dressing room, legs swung over my shoulders, you squirm and buck to bang your clitoris against my lips. Juice lines run down your thighs and trickle on my chin. You grope at your breasts in the half-bra. You are unable to cum, feverishly, desperately wanting to, as I hold you back, tongue jutting and lapping out teasingly. 

I lower you to the ground, and I move to the floor, pulling you down with me. We entangle our bodies, kissing, Frenching, as you recognize your own smell on my face. My hand works its way under the waistband of your hosiery, flat against your tanned, soft skin. You feel my penis against your rib cage while we neck. Your hands caress my body and grapple my big strong arms and shoulders.

I lay back on the floor, lifting you above my face. SQUAT ON MY FACE, I tell you, so you straddle my face and prepare to be pussy-licked again. You slide back and forth, and I reach up to grab your breasts in the bra. With a heave, I loft you again, telling you to squat, heels on the floor. I lower you onto my long, protruding phallic-replacement lizard tongue, and you pleasure yourself in an up-and-down pumping motion. You pick up the pace, faster and faster, pounding your cunt into my face, clit getting tongue-fucked on every stride.

Your tits are excited. My thumbs flick at the nipples and tug them out of the bra, as you feel your wet pussy near the breaking point. Your ankles and legs are quivering, balanced on the skimpy heels, as you try to muster strength. With a cry, back arched, hands in your hair, you unleash your forces, erupting with an explosive flood on my face.

OH, GOD, THANK YOU you shriek. THAT WAS WONDERFUL you say after the face-fucking, while your motion slows and you try to catch a breather.

I sit up, grab your panties from the bench, take a quick sniff, and then wipe off my face. I look at your beauty, your great ass and dynamite calves. My penis, sometimes erect yet sometimes only semi-thick, is stiffening again, hanging there from a dense bushy patch of long cock-hair. It's craving action, and I am not done with you.

I know what I want. I want to tease you. I want to fuck you in a lot of positions. I want people to know. I want your pussy to be sore from being fucked by me, fucked too long and too hard. I want your girlfriends, colleagues, clients to see it in your face or in your walk that you just got fucked by a total stranger. Especially your girlfriends.

STAND UP I command.

BEND OVER AND GRAB YOUR ANKLES. You do as you are told, hands around your nylon ankles, legs apart, ass in the air. Your legs are tired, balancing precariously on your heels. 

I move slowly in behind you. My thumbs pry your pussy lips apart, and I stuff them in to apply a little g-spot pressure, rolling wet inner pink pussy flesh between them. 

My penis is still semi-thick, but starting to prop upward. My hands firmly take hold of your hips, as I slide my penis in slowly. Very tenderly and lovingly, I slowly withdraw the wiener, stopping when its head reaches your inner lips. I slide the wiener in again, then pull it out to the inner lips again. Slowly. Slow satisfaction. Rocking. A little more now. A little more. A little harder. Moving you by your hips, rocking you back and forth, with my feet firmly planted on the floor. I love what is happening. I look at the mirror. Strong. Naked. Lubricating my penis inside a lady I just met, whose name I do not know.

The tempo quickens from long slow rocking to slightly harder banging. Harder still. The strides, the rocking gets very short. You feel fast short jackhammer thrusts in your pussy. My hands move from your hips to massaging your back.

We move to the bench. I unhook your bra. I instruct you to put your hands down on the bench like you are doing a push-up and look into the mirror. I am behind you again. In a weightlifters squat, I wrap my arms around your thighs, gripping each one midway between the knee and crotch and lift you up, jabbing my cock into your pussy. Startled by the move, one of your slingbacks drops to the floor. We both watch your breasts in the mirror, nice firm round titties that are now loose and hanging, free from a brassiere, swaying forward and backward at first, then losing their joint rhythm and shaking violently independent of one another as the fucking intensifies. OHHH you are starting to moan. OHHHH, GODDD!!! your voice trembles. The wheelbarrow fucking causes your other dangling shoe to drop. We stare into the mirror at each other. You see my muscular arms suspending you, two big hands full of silky thighs. You watch my eyes shift from yours, to your quaking tits, back to your eyes, as I grit my teeth and my face contorts. I do not want to ejaculate yet. I pull my cock out, doused with your juices, wrap my arms around your torso, rub your breasts and stomach and nibble behind an ear, letting my lips glide over the back of your neck. I pull you back down to the floor.

We are passionate. Our hands caress one another as our tongues drive into each other, twirling, plunging past hungry mouths into wet depths. We roll on the floor, thrashing about frenzied, naked but for you in pantyhose with the crotch area torn out, arms, legs enraptured in naughty heat.

GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, I command. You are tiring, not knowing if you can take me any more, but you again do as you are told. One more time from behind. Your vagina has been prodded and will be stretched even more before I allow you to zip up your skirt and walk out the door.

I take my customary spot for your doggie-style penetration. I get down on one knee, right knee down on the carpet, left leg bent with left foot firmly planted for driving thrust. The hardened penis easily slides into the wet pussyhole without resistance. Too wet, I think to myself. I pull my cock out and jam a few fingers in to extract some of the liquid. Satisfied, I put my fingers in my mouth as I reenter you.

Long strides. Again like a contractor sawing. In and out. My hands rubbing those gorgeous hips, fingers working their way up to the waistband of your hose. In and out. My hands move up your body. In and out. Fingers from one hand now dug into your scalp, while the other hand is in a vice grip first on your neck, then on the shoulder blades. In and out, a bit harder now. I hunch over slightly, still well-balanced, as my left hand reaches underneath to grab your left breast. I pull on it. I feel it, like a big globe in my hand, fingers quickly stroking the nipple, fondling it without ever gripping it. I pull the titty more now, kneading it like a baker handling dough, pulling it, stretching it, rolling it. My right hand reaches around and my fingers rub your clit. NNNUUUGGGHHHHH, you are moaning. My forefinger and index finger pinch your clit and push it out from the hood, now stuck between my fingers that I flick like a butterfly's wings. AAAGGGHHHH, you moan again, as your heartbeat accelerates. I feel your pussy tighten, giving me encouragement to pump faster and harder. I stop the tit-pulling and fingering, but you advance to an orgasmic state, unaware of what will happen when you come. 

I am pumping even faster now. Sweat trickles down my chest and drips from my forehead. You are moaning more and I feel the vaginal clenching. My hands become fists and push together, almost crushing your hanging breasts. You react, snapping your head back, mouth ever widening, screaming AAAAAGGGGHHHHH. The nipples on your tits proudly pop straight out, instantly elongated from having your tits pushed together. Instinctively, you wrap your left hand around my ankle as support. AAAAGGGHHH, AAAAGGGHHH, AAAAGGGHHH you again cry out as your pussy convulses, hits its climax, and then dwindles after you cum.

You are exhausted now. I help you get up and over to the chair, close enough to the mirror. Your head tiredly hangs back, legs weak and limp, breasts a little sore.

GET YOUR LEGS UP, I say. You stretch them out parallel to the floor but are too tired to lift them or spread them into a V. GET EM UP, louder this time, I say, as I grab behind your knees and pin your legs down to your chest. I squat a little, down to your level, then stick my dick into you yet again. You are crumpled in the chair, unable to squirm or wiggle, totally at my mercy, pinned down as I look at your silky-feeling, off-black, sexy toes pointing straight to the sky. I start fucking away, irrelevant that you are too weak to squirm, as I need to feel powerful. I am on my tiptoes now, all over you, blue veins bulging from my muscular calves as I screw your pussy as deep and hard as I physically can. You come alive from the deep penetration, coaxed by the ticklish feel of hair from my tight testicles in that short patch of flesh between your ass and pussy.

You gaze at my big tight balls and know I have built up a tremendous amount of semen to unload quickly. I drive myself into you, well-thickened, deep in wetness. Hard, then faster and faster. I release your legs from being pinned, but the rest of you remains mine as I clamp my hands on your firm and round craving breasts. OH GOD PLEASE DON'T THEY'RE SORE, you beg, but my fixation on their roundness takes precedence. 

MAKE ME CUM BABY, I yell, as hot salty sweat drips down on you. As my excitement level nears its peak, I am losing control. My hands are titty clamps, my fingers gouging your orbs, making you wince. Each of your hands grabs one of my wrists, trying to get me off of you, as you yell NO...MY TITTIES...OH MY TITTIES. 

You are so relieved when I release the grip. I pull out and turn around to face the mirror, still in my favorite weightlifter squatting position. One of my hands grabs my penis while the other gently teases my own balls. PINCH MY BUNS, I command. You reach up and grab a buttocks in each hand and pinch them. Nice. Tight. One hand continues to hold a tight handful while the other takes over stroking, teasing my testicles, gently touching and tickling the hair beneath.

OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD, I mutter. GET ME OFF WITH BOTH HANDS.

You reach around to my front and work my penis with both of your hands. I cannot wait anymore and you realize it. I look into the mirror. My face twists and contorts as it always does before orgasm. I run my hands on my head. My mouth opens but no sound is emitted. I am watching your hot handjob, as both your hands have long up and down strokes, and I help you by moving my hips back and forth like a buttwiggling male dancer teasing a lady. I explode, sending a few loads of thick white liquid jutting through the air, splattering onto the mirror. More spunk continues to fly out, some squirting in the air, some hitting the carpet, some on your arms and hands and some still on my penis.

On the other side of the mirror, my blonde female colleague fingered herself in her white cotton panties, bringing herself to climax, excited at being a voyeur, as I did not know I was being watched in the dressing room.



The Dressing Room



Let me say, I hate shopping. I go to the mall, I know what I want. I buy it. End of story. 

But you changed my mind. You showed me how it could be fun, and even rewarding. 

So we cast our minds back to this morning, a typical day, somewhat cloudy, breezy, and slowly turning towards winter. You come to me smiling, telling me that the small red and back skirt and top ensemble you have on is not going to be enough in the next few weeks. Once the weather turns colder you will need more than just the warmth of our bed. 

So with a sigh I drag myself up and agree to go to the mall. I bring a book and my Ipod, as I know I will be spending many an hour sitting outside a dressing room waiting. I steel my resolve and prepare for hours of tedium and boredom.

Luckily, my preparations are for naught, as I am anything but bored on this particular shopping trip. 

Our first stop is Lane Bryant. I love this store. I love women who look like women, not like stick figures or little boys. You are curvy in every way, from the full swell of your hips to the gorgeous roundness of your breasts. I would never say you are fat, or even overweight; you are just very much a womanly figure. 

The woman behind the counter is much like you, but I can tell by her body language that she is embarrassed by her backside. She wears a belt over her skirt to take attention away from what is in her mind a "big ass". I think she is wonderful, her hips full and yes, a little over proportionate, but still shaped well, reminding me of a wonderful valentine. 

The two of you immediately dig into the racks, and I settle down with my book. 

Several skirts and sweaters and dresses are paraded before me for my opinion. After the second such example I notice that you are making an effort to bend over my chair to show me the sweater you like. I give you an honest opinion (I do not like the braided twists in the material and think that after one wash they will look mangled), but only after I spend several moments gazing into your amazing brown eyes, and then a few more tearing my gaze away from the cleavage you are not-so-delicately exposing to me. 

As you walk away, my eyes are glued to the swaying motions your ass makes under your skirt, and your walk and angle of departure suggest you are more than happy to let me look. 

Then comes the surprise. Long red hair falls against my cheek, a sweet aroma of clean skin fills my nostrils, and the clerk is suddenly leaning over me. She smiles, holds out a black suede skirt and belt for me and tells me you have asked her to see if I like it. 

Two things I notice right off. One, she has hair the color of honey, with gleams of red shooting through gold. Second, she has eyes like green fire, blazing as they look directly into mine. 

Then I notice that she is also gifted with a fair amount of cleavage. It is not as abundant as yours, and a lot of it might be the bra she is wearing (but so what, Victoria Secret should have gotten a Nobel Prize for the Wonder Bra) but it is that amazing creamy color Irish and Scottish redheads have to their skin. I also notice that said cleavage is very close to my face, and this beauty, despite my earlier analysis about her self perception, is standing over me with her ass sticking straight out, her knees locked, as though she were waiting for a lover to approach her from behind. 

I do like the skirt, and tell her it is beautiful, and very similar to the one she has one (and it is.) Her smile is worth it. She walks back into the jungle of clothes racks and displays, but I watch her very carefully, noticing that she is taking her time, and knowing that she has to feel my eyes on her beautiful heart shaped ass. 

I get through one page of my book over the next hour. Most of what I read I have to re-read over again. Time and again I am distracted by either you or the sales clerk approaching me and showing me examples of winter and fall fashions and asking my opinion. At the same time I am equally distracted by cleavage, flashing eyes, both of your beautiful smiles, and of course the sway and swish of your skirts. 

By now I am very aroused, and feeling very male. Several women in the store walk past me to get to the changing rooms, and give me a double take at my smile. Some look at me strangely, others smile back. All I am sure can feel the appreciation for them that radiates behind my eyes. 

Finally, you approach me, this time with the sales clerk. You have a top and a scarf, she has a skirt and some boots. You both lean over me to show me how the ensemble looks together. (It is very nice, with the boots adding flare to what could be somewhat mousy otherwise.)

Now, you never wear a bra except when exercising or dancing. So I am not surprised to see one of your nipples as you bend over me. What surprises me is that the redhead's bra has shifted slightly, allowing about half of her nipple to peek out at me. 

Combined with the sight and sweet smell of the two of you leaning over me, it is intoxicating. The effect on my body is immediate. My skin is darkens with a flush of blood, and my cock immediately hardens and pushes against my jeans. 

I make no move to cover my "tent", and your eyes immediately seek out this recognition of your beauty. I notice the sales girl's eyes following yours, and a slow smile spreads across her face as she realizes she is looking at the proof of her effect on me. 

But the show ends way too soon. You hop into one of the changing booths, and she begins piling clothes up onto the door hooks and even over the door itself. 

So reluctantly I turn back to my book. Two more pages, then I hear you say it. "I cannot get this unstuck, can you help me?" I turn and just in time see the door to your dressing room close with you and the sales clerk inside. 

I force myself to turn back to my book, but I can guess what you are doing in there. Your skirt is "stuck", and the zipper cannot go down. You get her to unzip it for you, facing her of course, so that when it falls free she is in front of you, almost on her knees in a crouch, and she suddenly finds herself inches away from your body, which of course is totally nude underneath the skirt. 

If she pays attention she will notice the musky smell of you being turned on. Most likely she will try to be polite, and ask if there is anything else she can do to help. She will try to be professional, she will try to be polite and helpful, but she will eventually realize that she is in that small room with you and she has already crossed the line of professionalism. 

Finally you will ask her about a sweater, and then tell her it would look better on her. She will reluctantly agree to try it on, showing you her gorgeous breasts and the sheer bra that she has on as she tries it on in front of you. 

Again, if she is observant, she will notice your nipples (which of course you will stay topless while you give her the sweater to try on) getting hard as you watch her undress. 

By this point she will be turned on herself. Her cheeks will be flushed. Her nipples will be hard. And she will be dripping despite herself with desire. 

But of course you do not want her to get into any trouble. So you keep it quiet. But your triumph comes when you get her to try on a skirt. Her panties match her bra, and she has exquisitely shaped thighs. You get bold and tell her so. She demurs, telling you they are too fat. 

You get very close to her, your breasts pressing against hers in the small room, and tell her that boyfriend would come on her ass just from the sight of it. She laughs nervously, but a thrill races through her body. She has been told by other women she was fat or too big (mostly jealous women who only wished they could be as luscious as her in a skirt) and her butt was always her least favorite attribute. Now you are telling her a man would have an orgasm just at the sight of it. 

Again she acts demure, telling you there is no way. 

You look her straight in the eye, and your hands move up to her neck pulling her very very close. Your lips almost brush hers as you whisper to her "Tell you what, I will bring him in here. You bend over in front of the mirror so you can see. I will not touch him, you will not touch him, all you need to do is lift your skirt, and pull your panties down. Not even all the way if you don't want, just enough so he can see your ass. I guarantee that in seconds he will come. If I am wrong, you win, and I will do whatever you want." At this statement your hand brushes against her panties, and you look her deep in the eye so she knows what you mean. "If I am right, then you have to do whatever I want. Deal?" 

She stammers for a moment, speechless at your boldness. Her thoughts of getting fired collide with her feelings of lust. Without a word, you open the dressing room door. 

I look up to see her in a different outfit, a short skirt that shows off her legs and rounds her butt nicely, and a tight sweater that makes her breasts look four times bigger and shows off how round they are. 

You, on the other hand, have on no top. The skirt you have on is hanging by one button and is already sliding off of one hip. With one finger you motion me to come join you. 

I check to see if anyone is watching, then stroll casually into the changing room with you and the redhead. Her breathing is deep and her neck and chest are covered with a pinkish blush. 

I close and lock the door, and you put your arm around her and smile at me. "Sweety," you say to me "this poor woman thinks her ass is too big and unattractive. I want to prove to her otherwise. Do you think that you could help us out?" 

I try to be nonchalant and gallant about doing two such beautiful women a favor, and try to accept graciously. (By graciously I mean that I try not to scream "Thank you God!" and drool, and barely manage not to.)

Without another word you bend her over in front of the mirror. She can see her profile, her ass in the air, waiting again as if for a lover, her hands gripping the soft seat of the changing room, her honey red hair falling in a cascade over her face. 

You whisper to me to just show her, not to touch her, then you go and sit on the bench. You sit right beside where she is holding on, facing her, and ask if she is ready. At her nod you slip one hand down between your legs. Your skirt falls to the floor, and already your fingers are working away pleasuring yourself as you drink in her body with your eyes. 

My cock is already out. My eyes are fastened on the beautiful curves of her skin. She has on a translucent panty of a light green color. I can clearly see the part of her thighs as she bends over. My hand begins to stroke my shaft furiously. The head of my cock stays several inches away from her skin, but since I am taller than her it is over her as well. I move just close enough so that my legs touch the back of her legs, but I do not crouch down or bend my knees, thus keeping my cock well away from her so she does not think I am trying to penetrate her. 

She can clearly see me in the mirror, see my eyes glued to her skin, and my hand moving so fast over my cock it is a blur. She can see the lust in my face. But her gaze moves back to you, and she watches fascinated as your fingers move over your most intimate spots. You whisper to her to take off the bra, and she does without hesitation. Her breasts move very little once they are free, and her bright pink nipples point towards the floor in this position. 

At the site of her breasts an orgasm rips through your body. You grab her bra, put a corner in your mouth, and use it to stifle the cries of your pleasure. She watches intently as your body arches slowly upward, then spasms up and down rapidly as your fingers move faster and almost frantically. The wet sounds from your fingers mingle quietly with your muffled sounds. 

She watches with obvious fascination. As your spasms subside, her attention turns back to me. Now her eyes are glued on my cock. Already a bright drop of pre come has begun to slowly move out of the tip, and it runs over my fingers and drops slowly onto her panties. She gasps as she watches this.

Very quietly you whisper to her, and ask her if she wants me to come. Her answer is a breathless yes. Then you ask her if she wants to make me come. She looks into your eyes for a second, and you clarify to her that she does not need to touch me, all she needs to do is turn me on more than I can take. She asks how to do that, and you tell her she must show me how sexy she truly is. You know me, I am not motivated solely by lust, but by beauty as well. You tell her she must show me how beautiful she truly is. Again she asks how, and you whisper in her ear. 

She looks back at me, and then timidly reaches back with her hands. Her thumbs hook into her panties. I look at her reflection in the mirror, and see her startlingly beautiful eyes locked onto mine. I smile and tell her how beautiful she is.

She begins to pull down her panties, and I can hear her breathing coming in short quiet gasps. 

As the fabric moves over the curve of her ass, and just before it would get to a point where her pussy would be exposed between her thighs, my orgasm hits. She almost cries out in surprise as she sees a long white rope of come shoot out of my cock. 

The position of my masturbating makes my cock point straight up, so for a moment the blast seems to hover in the air over her ass. It looks longer than my cock and the end is a large bolus of come almost an inch across. I hear you whisper a quick obscenity as another orgasm hits you.

Then as if we were in bullet time for a few moments, time seems to catch up to us. The jet of come (which came out so hard and fast it hissed) falls right onto her skin. A flush spreads over her body and she begins shaking. She has already let go of her panties and is now holding onto the seat again. Another shot, then another fall onto her ass. Part of another comes out. Then my entire body jerks and a long slow steady stream of come moves out of me and falls onto her exposed skin. 

We all sit for a minute, catching our breaths, keeping quiet so as not to be noticed. Finally you lean over to her. You run a thumb over her lips (the same hand, I notice, that was between your legs a moment ago) and point out to her what just happened. You tell her that the next time she feels bad about her body, or the next time some lanky bitch with no tits and no ass tells her she is fat, to think about this moment. To remember this room right here. To remember that her panties were not even off yet and she made a guy come buckets. To remember that she did not even touch anyone and she made a guy and a girl come. To remember that she is beautiful. 

Before you finish the last sentence she kisses you. It is a long kiss, no tongue, but very passionate. She straightens up, and pulls up her panties. I notice that a lot of my come has landed in her panties, and of course her cheeks are still covered, but she does not care and pulls the thin fabric up over all of it, then smiles at me. Then it is my turn to get kissed, something I did not expect. She surprises me even further by whispering thank you in my ear and hugging me. I am still hard, and my cock presses up against her panties.

Several minutes later, my head pops out of the dressing room. Two sales clerks are standing over a rack arranging socks. They are oblivious to me so I slip out and sit down. 

A few minutes later you come out, several purchases ready to go. The redhead follows you, carrying yet more. She rings you up, the two of you make sure cell phone numbers are exchanged, and plans are made to raid a big sale next week at another store.  

We take my arm and we walk back to the car.

On the ride home you look at me and tell me "I notice you did not get to come again." "Too soon," I answer, "Plus we had time against us, I did not want to push our luck for her sake."

I know that you are talking about the last few minutes in the changing room. After she put on her panties, she told you you were right. Then she smiled wickedly and asked what you wanted her to do. 

At that, you stood up, switched places with her so she was sitting and you were bent over, and then told her quite simply "Just watch."

And she did. It happened very fast. My cock entering you from behind. Her panties hitting the floor this time as her fingers buried themselves deep in the honey red hair between her legs. Your sudden clenching inside as you came, once, twice, then a third time. Your fourth and most violent orgasm hitting when she was brave enough to reach out touch your breast gently. Then her long slow orgasm overtaking her, her toes curling and uncurling, her stomach clenching and unclenching as she spasmed, her eyes never leaving our bodies as we continued to move. 

But we had to stop. I left as the two of you quickly dressed (since I never undressed this was easy for me, but looking back as I left and seeing you topless and adjusting your skirt, and the redhead putting on her blouse but still without her skirt or panties was so worth it.)

So as we rode home you tell me I should have gone ahead and come. Maybe. But it worked out nicely. 

Then you smile at me, and your hands begin roaming over my zipper. You take me out, and something soft and warm wraps around my cock. I look down and see that you have her panties, and they are wrapped around the base of my cock. 

Then you take them away, and they disappear up your skirt and join your fingers already working feverishly on yet another orgasm. 

As we drive quietly home and the events of the dressing room play in my mind, your lips cover me totally, and I know my orgasm will not take long.



The Dressing Room: Bred in the Mall



"Let's go in here," Valerie said, towing Simon by his hand into one of the mall's many clothing stores.

"You're the boss, boss," he said in his cocky baritone.

As far as first dates went, Valerie thought theirs was going well. This was her first time ever meeting a guy through a dating site, and she had half expected him to show up fat and thirty years older than in his profile picture. Alas, he was every bit the tall, scruffy, tattooed twenty-eight-year-old she'd agreed to meet. He was nothing like other guys she had dated; she was only nineteen, and she had never dated anyone more than a few years older than her. She also usually went for the clean-cut preppy guys, so he was definitely something new. But he was tall, fun, and he didn't seem insecure like every other guy out there. Yes, she had had far worse first dates.

"What do you think of this?" Valerie asked, holding up a fitted black long-sleeve and posing with it.

"Eh, I think it'd look better on me."

He snatched it out of her hands and mimicked the pose she had used. He was so tall that it wouldn't have covered half of his midriff.

"Yeah, I think I'd definitely look better in it."

"I can see that. It would really bring out your belly button."

"I don't need some shirt to bring that out. I can do that myself. See?"

He lifted his T-shirt halfway up to show rippling abs that were absolutely unreal. The T-shirt dropped again all too soon, just as her eyes were following the dark line of his happy trail to where it disappeared below his waistband.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, smirking at her.

She was embarrassed to realize that she was still staring, as if she could will the shirt to lift itself up again.

"Hmm. Maybe you're right. That shirt might look better on you," she conceded.

He grinned and threw the shirt over his shoulder, then went to a rack of skimpy dresses. After rifling through them for a few moments, he presented a green dress with an open back and a plunging neckline. It was so short that Valerie wasn't entirely convinced that it could cover all of her important bits.

"Absolutely not," she said.

"Why?" he said. "You'd look good. Could show some skin instead of dressing like my little brother."

She looked at what she was wearing self-consciously. She wore skinny jeans, flats, and a hooded sweater that didn't exactly accentuate her assets. He was right; she did kind of dress like a guy.

"Fair point," she said. "If you're buying, maybe we can girlify me after all."

She snagged the shirt and dress from on his shoulder.

"Any other wardrobe recommendations?"

"Well, who knows what you're wearing under all...that," he gestured at her sweater.

"Don't push it," she said, but she reluctantly followed him as he made his way over to the lingerie section.

He picked out a dark red G-string and held it up against the green dress.

"Christmas colors?"

She glared at him and took it from him to look at the tag.

"This is even in my size." She raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know my size? Or was that just a lucky guess?"

He shrugged and started picking out other articles of clothing, seemingly at random, leading her toward the far side of the room.

"Simon, slow down. I was kidding about making you buy me clothes. I don't actually need you to get me anything."

"Don't worry about it, babe. We're just going to have you try some of them on to see how hot we can make you look."

Babe? Who the hell does he think he is?

She would have said something, but he was already making his way toward the dressing rooms.

"Come on!" he called back to her has he went in.

Red G-string still clutched in her white-knuckled fist, she jogged after him.

This date might last long after all.

When she caught up with him, he was leaning against one of the empty dressing areas with a pile of clothes folded over one of his arms, that increasingly irritating smirk plastered to his face again.

"Simon, you have like forty things there. I'm not going to try all of that on, okay? And don't call me babe. This is a first date, and it's going to be a last date if you keep calling me babe."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Jeez. You were the one who wanted to go shopping. Don't hold it against me for being enthusiastic."

Simon was right. Maybe she was overreacting.

He must have seen her resolve falter, because he grinned again and offered the armful of clothes with a sweeping bow.

She shook her head and took the clothes from him a bit more forcefully than was necessary.

He held the door open for her as she walked in, and she set the clothes down on the bench as the door closed behind her.

"So what are we trying on first?" he said by her ear.

She jumped and spun around with a half squeal, but he clamped his hand over her mouth and put a finger over his lips.

"Woah. Easy there, babe. It's just me."

Her eyes were wide, and her legs shook with adrenaline as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Simon?" she said in a quiet voice that sounded a lot calmer than it should have. "And I just told you not to call me babe."

"I'm just here to lend a hand, you know, with trying the clothes on."

He casually leaned against the door so that she couldn't open it.

"I'll scream."

"Will you really?"

He folded his arms and waited.

She didn't scream.

"So, you going to try the clothes on? We've still got a movie to catch later."

"I'm not getting undressed in front of you, Simon. I don't even know you, and this is super weird. Just move, please."

She lowered her voice as she heard a woman talking on the phone enter the dressing area.

"Yeah, I'm trying them on right now. Are we still going to that art show downtown tonight?"

A door a few stalls over opened and closed.

"I'll tell you what," Simon said in a hushed voice as he looked down at her. "One kiss, and I'll let you walk right out that door without stopping you. Promise."

"I'm not giving you a kiss, you jerk," she said in a harsh whisper.

"Then I guess we're going to be here for a while."

"I'm only telling you one more time."

He yawned in response.

Valerie hit him with a closed fist. It wasn't hard, due more to her not knowing how to throw a punch than for lack of effort, and it probably hurt her hand more than it hurt his face, but she socked him in the jaw all the same.

"Come on," he said, standing a little bit closer, "you can do better than that."

She hit him again, harder this time, but he didn't flinch. She, on the other hand, was trembling uncontrollably from all the adrenaline.

"That was a little better."

He was standing even closer now, and he was so tall that she had to tilt her head all the way back to look him in the eyes.

"Just one kiss? You promise?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I promise."

He moved his lips closer, but he stopped halfway and watched her with those mocking gray eyes.

This is crazy. What in the hell am I doing? He's a creep, and I need to scream and run and get out of here right now. Just one kiss.

She shut her eyes and closed the distance between their lips.

Simon had full lips for a guy, and his were hot. His tongue was hotter, and it was sliding over, around and under hers before she even realized she was kissing him with an open mouth. Even though she knew better, she explored his tongue with her own. Then she felt a sharp pain, and she realized that he'd trapped her tongue between his teeth. The son of a bitch had bitten her!

Her eyes flew open, and she shoved him off of her, half considering punching him again.

He took a step back, most traces of smirk gone. Then he opened the door and stood aside, waiting, his eyes never leaving hers.

Walk out the door and leave. Leave while you can before he changes his mind. Come on, Valerie. Don't be an idiot.

She slowly closed the door and shut it so that it wouldn't make too much noise.

He didn't say a damn thing for a handful of heartbeats, and all that Valerie could hear was the radio playing over the intercom and the lady talking on her phone. The silence got uncomfortable, and she started to regret staying. Behind Simon, she could see her reflection, and the skinny blond girl staring back at her looked just as small and fragile as she felt.

"Lose the sweater," he said in a hushed tone, his voice more a low rumble than a whisper.

She took it off and remembered, to her dismay, that she wasn't wearing a bra. All that she wore under the sweater was a white tank top that left very little to the imagination. The worst part about it all was that she hardly even needed a bra anyway. Her friends had always teased her about having the body of a twelve-year-old boy, and even now she didn't have much of a chest. She couldn't have been sure if it was from the nerves or the cold, but her nipples hardened as she slipped out of the sweater, poking at the thin fabric and leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable under Simon's impassive scrutiny.

What if he laughs at me? I'm so damn skinny that he's probably disgusted.

He examined her like a piece of meat, coming closer and cupping her small breast in his hand, testing its firmness, squeezing just a little too hard, casually rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. After he was done with that breast, her nipple was hard enough to cut glass. And then he did the same to her other breast, his head cocked a bit to the side as he watched her reactions, enjoying her conflicting discomfort and undisguised arousal. A familiar ache between her thighs began to throb in time with her pulse, and it was all she could do not to reach down and coax it further.

What the hell, Valerie? This is insane. You are not a slut. Only sluts do stuff like this. At least five dates. That was the rule.

He must have seen a trace of doubt flicker across her face, because he pinched her nipple. Hard.

She stifled a squeal and reached up to stop him, but he caught her wrist in an iron grip and spun her around, pinning her arm behind her back in the same motion. He held her with her face so close to the cold mirror that her every labored breath fogged it.

Valerie watched him in the reflection as he pressed against her and ran his rough hand down her tiny ribcage, over her hip, and down the side of her leg. Then he gently grabbed a fistful of her hair and swept it aside so that the nape of her neck was exposed. A shiver ran down her spine as his bristly chin brushed her neck and shoulder. He inhaled slowly, smelling her perfume, and then she felt his hot breath right before his even hotter lips seared her shoulder. He left a trail of hot, lazy kisses up her shoulder until he reached the nape of her neck. And then, locking eyes with her in the mirror, he sank his teeth into her—not too hard, but hard enough that it hurt. His tongue flitted over her skin, and then she felt just the slightest bit of suction before he let her go. Saliva cooled where just a moment earlier his mouth had scorched her.

He took both of her thin wrists in one big hand and pinned them up against the mirror so that they were over her head with his weight holding them there.

"Go ahead," he said, looking at her in the mirror. "Try to break free."

She tugged against his iron grip to see if she could get loose, but he didn't budge an inch. She knew that no amount of kicking, screaming, or struggling would be enough for her to overpower him. Valerie was completely at his mercy.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.

Simon didn't respond for a few moments. He looked to be deep in thought as he lightly ran his free hand over her flank and under the back of her shirt, tracing his fingertips up and down the curve of her spine in tantalizing brushstrokes that set her to shaking.

"Yes," he said. "I'm going to hurt you. And you won't have a damn choice but to like it."

He slid his hand around and under her shirt to tease her navel for a moment as he pressed against her from behind so heavily that she had to lean back into him to keep from being crushed against the mirror. He was definitely hard—she could tell that much—and she knew without looking that he was particularly well endowed. The length of him felt like a hot brand against her back, and she wished more than anything that her hands were free so that she could wrap her them around it and see just how big it really was.

The damn lady was still yammering into her phone. At least she wouldn't hear them if she was busy talking.

Simon kissed her neck again and pulled her shirt up over her breasts, completely exposing them to the cold air so that her nipples became even harder. He kept running his hands up and down her body for a time, touching her everywhere except where she wanted to be touched most. The bastard was absolutely torturing her, and she couldn't even move.

He locked eyes with her in the mirror and slowly slipped his forefinger into her waistband. Then he began slowly running his fingertip from her hip bone and back around to near her ass, then back up to the front. It started with just his fingertip, but he began slowly working the finger deeper, getting dangerously close to her hot mound without ever actually touching it.

Her lips formed a small O as she fought to control her breathing and keep from making any noise. Valerie couldn't help that she was naturally loud, and she was terrified that somebody would hear her. She didn't care to think about how much trouble they would get in if they got caught.

"How many guys have you fucked, Valerie?" he asked as he began to undo the top button of her jeans, his cock still pressed firmly against her.

Why would he possibly want to know that? Do I lie? Does he want me to be more experienced? Less?

"And try don't lie to me. I'll be able to tell. I'm good at reading people. If you lie to me, I'll have to punish you."

He's a fucking mind reader.

"I... two," she said, hoping she hadn't failed some test and condemned herself to a fate of more unbearable torture.

"Two? I thought all you college girls were supposed to be slutty and rebellious, getting back at Daddy and all that. Do you hate your daddy?"

He undid another button and ran his finger back and forth along the inside of her panties' waistband. She could feel her wetness sticking and unsticking to the fabric with every pass that finger made as it slowly went lower and lower until it was lightly brushing against her immaculately trimmed pubic hair.

"No, I don't hate my dad," she said. "And I'm not a slut."

He undid the last button, and she had to spread her knees to keep her jeans from falling all the way down. To her chagrin, there was a dark splotch on her white cotton panties where her juices had sopped completely through.

"Keep telling yourself that," he said.

She began to say something, but he stuck two of his fingers in her mouth and thrust them deep enough that her eyes watered and she had to fight not to gag.

He withdrew his fingers and grinned at her as she coughed.

"You were saying?"

Her anger got the best of her, and she raised her voice. "What the hell did you do that for? You don't have to jam your whole hand halfway—"

She moaned in pain, surprise, and pleasure as he stuck his hand down her panties and slipped a wet finger into her.

The woman had stopped talking on the phone, and all she could hear was Simon's quiet chuckling and her own ragged breaths. She bit down on her lip hard to keep from making any more noise.

"Damn, babe," he whispered, "you weren't lying about only being with two guys. I was barely able to get just the one finger in you. Let's see about..."

She tasted blood from her lip as he forced a second finger into her. She rested her forehead against the mirror and squeezed her eyes shut as he went deep and pressed against her G-spot softly at first, then with more pressure.

"See, that wasn't too bad."

He slowly slid his fingers out and rubbed her juices up her lips and over her clit. She thought she would be able to hold her silence, but then he slipped the fingers in and out of her again and began rubbing her throbbing clit in slow, firm circles. And a moan escaped her lips. Loudly.

There was utter silence for a moment, then the door to the other stall slammed open, and Valerie heard muttering and quick footsteps as the lady left the dressing area.

"About time," Simon said. "I was starting to wonder if she was sticking around for an invitation."

"What if she tells someone?" Valerie asked, her voice wavering as he continued to rub her.

"You always worry this much? No wonder you've only gotten with two guys. You need to loosen up."

A scream caught in her throat as he forced a third finger into her and plunged deep. She bucked so hard that one of her hands broke free.

"Simon," she moaned, "it's too much... It hurts."

She grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to stop him, but he was too strong. When she pulled at his wrist, it just rubbed his palm against her wet clit and sent more shockwaves of pleasure up and down her body. She gave up trying to pull his fingers out of her and left her hand where it was, feeling the bands of muscle in his forearm flex every time he dug his fingers deep against her swollen G-spot.

Three fingers! I can't believe I have three huge fingers in me!

"Of course it hurts, sweetheart," he said. "But it feels good too, which is kind of the point."

She couldn't argue with him.

Valerie reached behind her to feel his bulge—it was so damn big!—and started trying to undo his belt.

"Not so fast," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."

He slowly slid his fingers free and gave her one last slow, fantastic rub before taking his hand out of her panties and spinning her around so that her back was against the mirror.

She wanted—needed—his lips. She tried to kiss him, but he grabbed her by the chin and stuck his slick fingers in her mouth. He held her fast when she tried to turn away and keep from tasting herself. She'd never done... that—it was disgusting and wrong—but she stopped fighting him; she let go.

Valerie rolled her tongue over his fingers and tasted her own fluids for the first time. She had expected it to taste terrible, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was slightly tangy and sweet, like overripe citrus. And she could smell her sweet musk on his hand when she inhaled. It was so wrong, but it felt so right.

"Mmm," was all she managed to say.

She didn't want to let him go when he withdrew his fingers, but then he kissed her—for real—and absolutely nothing else mattered for a few long moments. She bit his lip, and he didn't so much as wince. He just kept kissing her and began rhythmically grinding against her, his cock hard against her stomach.

Simon crushed one of her breasts in a big hand and got down on his knees in front of her, rolling a nipple between his wet fingers and thumb as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach and abdomen, then down even lower.

Valerie cried out but didn't try to stop him. There was no stopping now. She just tangled her fingers in his messy hair and concentrated on trying not to make any noise.

Simon buried his face in her crotch and began kissing, nibbling, then licking her up and down the creases of her inner thighs. His hot tongue dragged over the hollow of her leg and the pulsing pulse of her femoral artery, then back down again, so close to yet so far from where she wanted to be licked and sucked most.

He breathed in deeply one last time as if savoring her musk, then slowly peeled her panties off with both hands. She was so wet that they stuck to her until the very end, when they came free with an audible squelch that embarrassed and turned her on at the same time. The sodden panties dropped to around her ankles along with her jeans.




The Dressing Room: Bred in the Mall



The room went white when he slowly ran the entirety of his tongue from the source of her abundant juices all the way to her engorged clit. He did this again and again, slowly, never lingering in any one place, never quite satisfying her, but firing every nerve ending his tongue came in contact with. He paused to get his middle finger wet with saliva.

Finally.

She closed her eyes and let herself go.

And that's when she felt him wriggle his fingertip into her asshole.

What the fuck?

"Hey!"

She pulled a fistful of his hair hard and tried to break free, but he slammed her back against the mirror so hard that she heard it crack. All the while, he worked his finger deeper.

"Relax, babe. You're going to like this."

"No, I don't stick things up my ass. That's disgusting." She stifled a moan. "Oh my god. Stop!"

He clamped his other hand over her mouth and pinned her against the wall with his shoulder, then got his finger halfway in.

There was no breaking free, so she bit down on his hand and suffered through the uncomfortable pleasure. She was disgusted, yet she had to admit that it felt strangely enjoyable, if unfamiliar.

He left his middle finger halfway in, then ran the tip of his tongue along her wet crease, teasing circles around her clit without actually touching it. And then he slid his forefinger into her. She was so wet that it went in fairly easily, but she involuntarily clamped down on it all the same.

"I told you you'd like it."

She was too lost in ecstasy to reply.

He gave her one more slow, full-tongued lick, then wrapped his big mouth around her clit and her lips and the tiny opening to her vagina where just the half of his finger waited to fully penetrate her. His other hand left her mouth and rested on her hip as if ready to keep her from escaping what was to come.

Of their own volition, her hands rose to her breasts, and she began playing with her nipples in time with the strokes of his tongue.

She couldn't take the tension and the teasing anymore. The pressure between her legs was so intense that she wanted to scream, but she knew that it would feel that much better when he finally gave her what she wanted.

And then he did.

As he began pushing his two fingers—one in her ass and one in her slit—into her, he sucked so that his lips were airtight against her own. He began slowly licking her clit as he sucked harder and got his fingers in all the way to the knuckles. The finger in her ass stayed mostly still, but it was impossible to ignore. His other finger slowly moved back and forth against her G-spot with constant pressure that made her want to angle her hips to chase it.

Something was building inside her. All the stress, all the tension, all the teasing and tantalizing touches had stoked her to a throbbing frenzy. Every lick, every lazy rub of his fingers, and the way he seemed to savor the taste and scent of her turned her on more than she thought possible, and she knew that she was going to come soon no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.

He started rubbing harder and faster against the tender flesh of her G-spot in a rhythm that she moaned and gyrated her hips to shamelessly. At the same time, his tongue flitted over her clit several times in a row, then up and down along her slit, and then back up to her clit, faster and faster.

If she hadn't paused to take a breath, she wouldn't have heard the voices and footsteps over her moans. Two women were walking into the dressing area—the lady who had been on the phone and somebody else.

"I heard them in here. It sounded like it was just two of them. Don't you have security for this kind of thing? It's disgusting. People try on clothes in there."

"Alright, ma'am," the younger woman said, "I'll check it out."

There was a pause.

"I think I have it from here," she said. "Thank you for letting me know."

"Oh, well... okay. I just figured that... Right."

The lady's heels clicked as she left.

Valerie tried to freeze, but Simon didn't stop working on her—if anything, he started going faster, and she could feel a powerful orgasm building inside her that was nearing the point of no return.

The bitch told on us! We're going to get caught. What if we get arrested? Am I going to end up on a sex offender list? How did this even happen?

There was a knock on the door to their stall.

"Yes?" she squeaked.

"Hi," the girl said. "I'm the manager, and I received a complaint of some, ah, noises here in the dressing room. I wanted to check to make sure that everything was okay in there."

Valerie was close—so close.

She had a hand tangled in Simon's hair and another braced against the wall lest her shaking legs gave out on her.

To her horror, she realized that she was so wet that she could hear his finger working inside of her. And he lapped up her juice as if it were the sweetest nectar.

"Oh," Valerie managed. "No, I'm fine in here. I just—" She had to pause to take a breath as a contraction rocked her body. "I just poked myself with one of those pins when I was trying a shirt on, and I guess that other lady heard me yelp."

Her nervous laugh was unconvincing to her own ears.

"Well, she said that she heard other voices. Are you sure that there's nobody else in there with you?"

Another contraction nearly doubled her over. She'd come at any moment, and she didn't know how to not scream.

"Ah..." It came out as more of a moan than a word.

"Ma'am?"

He sucked on her clit even harder than he had before, both his fingers moving back and forth rapidly as if he were playing a piano inside her. And with his lips slightly parted, he licked her as hard and as fast as he could, not pausing, not changing his beat, not giving her any room to retreat.

She was going to come. It was inevitable.

"Phone," was all she managed to say.

Simon reached up and pinched her nipple so hard that she worried that it might tear—and that was all it took to push her over the edge.

She didn't know how to not scream. Her whole body spasmed, and she felt pulse after pulse of wetness rush out of her and all over Simon's face and hand, on the floor, all over the panties and jeans at her ankles. She'd never felt anything so exquisite, so powerful.

The pleasure didn't subside after the first few squirts. If anything, it intensified to a whole new level as Simon kept up his merciless ministrations. She would have crumpled to the floor in a ball of moaning bliss, but he kept her pinned against the wall and held her up so that she had nowhere to go but to her next impending orgasm.

"You're... on the phone?" the manager asked, sounding a bit puzzled.

"Yes!" she screamed.

Get yourself together, Valerie. You just screamed at the manager. Think!

"I mean, yeah, sorry. I'm on..." She bit her lip hard to stifle a moan. "I'm on my phone."

"I see. Well, okay. We don't generally let people hang out in here though."

"Oh..."

"Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yes. Yes, it's good. Really good."

The lady didn't say anything for a moment, and Valerie prepared to ride out the next orgasm. She just held onto Simon's hair and tried to control her breathing.

"I'll let you finish your phone conversation, but please try to wrap it up soon."

Speaking of wrapping things up... I haven't even seen his dick yet. God I want him in me. I really hope he has a condom, or I think I'll cry.

"I'll definitely try to wrap it up," she said a bit louder than she meant to.

She grabbed as many of the clothes as she could reach and hung them over the door to the stall.

"Did you want to try on more clothes like these, or are these just clothes you don't want."

Valerie draped a leg over Simon's shoulder and started to climax again. It was harder this time—hard enough that it hurt as much as it felt good, like when he had forced three fingers into her.

"Oh, God. Please. More." She whimpered.

"Uh. What size?"

It felt too good. She clenched and unclenched on his fingers over and over again, but she didn't squirt—she probably didn't have enough juices left in her. She had never squirted before, and she was still in shock. Hell, she had never even had two orgasms before. Two.

"Two," she gasped. "Two is perfect."

"Sure. I can do that," the manager said. "There are a lot of clothes here, and I have some folding to do, so it might take me a few minutes."

"No rush," she managed. "I'll just be here."

The girl left the dressing area probably a thinking Valerie was completely crazy, but at least she was out of earshot again.

Simon finally pulled his mouth away from her, but he left his fingers in her sensitive holes as he grinned up at her. Her juices were all over his face, shirt, and hand, and she had the unexplainable desire to lick him clean.

"I knew you'd come around," he said.

"Yeah, I did. Twice."

"Really?" He gestured at his shirt and face. "I hadn't noticed."

"Simon," she said shakily, "that was amazing. Like. Wow. Please tell me you have protection. I want you inside me. Now. Before she comes back."

He slowly slid his fingers free, sending tingling sensations that reached her toes and fingertips. He then stood leaned on one elbow against the mirror so that he towered over her. She could smell herself on him and on his breath.

She began to unbuckle his belt so that she could free the monster in his jeans. It looked so big that she wasn't entirely confident that she could have sex with him in the first place.

"Like a condom? Nah. I've never been much of a fan."

Damn it!

"Oh. Well. Maybe later then?" she said, crestfallen.

"Right now works just fine for me," he said. "You got yours. Now it's my turn."

"I'm not on the pill though. I mean, I could maybe use my hand if you want, but I'm not very good at that."

"Your hand?" He chuckled. "Babe, you're hilarious."

He tilted her chin up and kissed her hard. Without meaning to, she found herself sucking her hot juices off his tongue and licking his rough jaw to pick up more.

She was still horny. She didn't know why or how, but something about him got her so wet that she had lines of her own mess dribbling down her legs.

"But I'm not good at blowjobs."

He just chuckled and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers did absolutely nothing to hide the size of his cock. The thing was massive, and it was so hard that she could have probably hung her backpack from it without it dipping an inch. There were a few spots of sticky pre-cum on his boxers, evidence that he was no less turned on than she was.

"Go ahead," he said. "Touch it."

Valerie didn't need to be told twice.

She reached out to feel it through his boxers and was shocked to realize that she couldn't even fit her thumb and fingers around it.

Wow.

It twitched at her touch like she had expected it to, and she relished the notion of finally getting the chance to have some control. She harbored no illusions of being able to overpower him or make him do anything, but she knew that he had to be ready to explode by now, and she intended to thoroughly torture him.

Valerie kept her fingers lightly wrapped around as much of him as she could manage while gently stroking him through his boxers. Her other hand reached under his shirt and over the hard, flat muscles of his torso. He was hard in places she didn't know a person could be hard.

His smoldering eyes bored into her, and the muscles in his jaw flexed, but he remained silent, simply waiting to see what she would do with her newfound freedom. He leaned with one hand against the mirror and teased her nipple with the other.

She couldn't take the waiting anymore. It was time to unveil the monster.

Valerie slowly peeled off his boxers and stared agape at what sprung out. Not quite believing her eyes, she poked it with a finger. It twitched.

Part of her had thought—hoped—that it was just his boxers and jeans that had made him seem so big, but it really was an intimidating cock. He was circumcised, and his mushroom head proudly crowned a shaft that many horses would have envied. Like his facial stubble, his pubic area was trimmed and relatively neat, if not as prettily coifed as her own, but she could tell that it could grow out if he let it.

Maybe it's a good thing he forgot to bring condoms. There is no way that thing would ever fit in me. Nope. Never.

A gooey string of pre-cum began to drip off of him, and she stuck her thumb out to catch it without thinking. She wrapped her fingers around him again and rubbed his hot pre-cum all over the tip of his dick. Then she played the tips of her nails all the way down his shaft to balls heavy with unspent seed.

Simon growled deeply like a tethered attack dog and looked as if he was going to pounce on her for a moment, but he restrained himself.

He'd been a good boy. It was time to give him his reward—if he'd fit in her mouth, which was dubious at best.

Valerie stepped out of her filthy panties and then made an exaggerated show of kneeling in front of him, throwing back her sweat-sticky hair and thrusting out her chest a bit more than was necessary.

That growl again.

He is an animal. And you, Valerie, are a slut. A dirty slut. A slut who is about to get a mouthful of hard dick.

Simon ran a hand through her hair and then grabbed it firmly before wrapping it deliberately around and around his fist until it tugged painfully at her roots.

He was still the boss.

She pulled him down by the base of his cock until she was eye to eye with it, close enough that she could smell his sweat. It was the first time that she could recall ever actually wanting a penis in her mouth. The notion usually would have revolted her, but now she wanted to inflict even a fraction of the pleasure he'd made her endure.

"Impress me," he said.

"I was already under enough pressure before you said that. Thanks," she said.

Here goes nothing.

Valerie gripped his hot shaft more firmly and gave him a few slow strokes.

A different growl this time.

Hopefully that's a good growl.

She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip of it to where gooey pre-cum still oozed slowly out of him. It twitched a bit, and the head got even bigger momentarily before it went back to normal. She did it again and got the same response. The third time, she opened her mouth wide enough to make her jaw pop and took just his head in. She held it there for a moment without doing anything, then ever so slowly ran her tongue all the way around the ridge of his head. When she had made a full circle, she ran it back around the other way.

He leaned into her and pulled her head toward him as if he intended to jam himself down her throat, but she held him back with the hand that gripped his iron member so that no more than his head ever made it past her lips.

She continued to work her tongue over more and more of his head, then past it, pausing to give him small kisses and nibbles along the shaft. She never stayed in any one place for too long; this was an appetizer, not the main course, and it wouldn't do for him to finish too quickly.

As she worked him over, gently seeing how much of his cock her mouth could accommodate, the oversensitivity between her thighs began to subside, and a yearning ache soon replaced it. Though she'd had more than her fair share of orgasms for one day, she couldn't help reaching down to touch herself with her free hand. While one hand stroked him and her mouth took him deeper and deeper, the other hand stroked her wet clit and periodically plunged two fingers into her hungry snatch. She wasn't even trying to reach another climax; she simply felt like she had to touch and be touched, please and be pleased.

Valerie became lost in the harmonious cadence of the moment's sensations. Time took on a surreal quality, and she lost track of how long she played their sex instruments; it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days. All that mattered was the present.

At some point, Simon tugged her back to reality by the roots of her hair and gently but firmly dragged her to her feet so that she stood before him, small and hot like sparked tinder sheltered in the palm of a hand.

When her vision came into focus and their gazes locked, his eyes no longer seemed to mock her. If anything, they seemed to mirror her unspoken passion.

They kissed then. There was no biting, playful tongue tag, nor teasing; they simply locked lips and slipped into sync as if they had been born to do nothing else. He cupped her face in both his hands and held her there while their tongues danced. Her hand left his rigid cock and ran over the hair of his chest. Then she lightly dragged her nails from his collarbone all the way back down to his cock.

The kiss broke naturally, and they both took a moment to catch their breath.

"I need you inside me," she heard herself say.

What are you doing, Valerie? He doesn't have a condom. You're going to get pregnant, and you'll regret this for the rest of your life.

"And I need to be inside you," he said, his voice even lower and rougher than usual.

She should have made sure to tell him not to come in her, but she held her tongue for some reason, perhaps because she didn't want to ruin the moment, perhaps because some errant strand of insanity had scrambled her wits. All that mattered was that she needed to somehow get his cock inside her. Maybe he could fuck some sense back into her.

Valerie slid her fingers free and rubbed her slippery juices all over his cock, giving her wrist a little twist at the end of each stroke. She had both hands on him now, and there was still enough room for another and change at the top. She couldn't believe it, and she hadn't a clue how he was going to fit even half into her.

Simon pushed her back against the mirror while she still clung to him, then took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor with her panties. He bent over to give each of her nipples an appreciative suck, tongue flick, and nibble.

Shivers shot down her spine.

Then he ran his hands down her back, over her flank, and to her ass, then farther. His fingertips brushed past her still-smarting asshole and all the way to her wet slit. His two forefingers slid into her side by side, despite it being a tight fit. And then he spread her lips while crushing her buttocks in his huge hands hard enough that she expected to have bruises for weeks.

He paused.

"You know that this is really going to hurt, right?" he breathed into her ear.

"Then you had better make it worth my while," she said into his sweaty chest as she gave him a playful squeeze.

As if she weighed nothing, he picked her up and pinned her against the mirror so that their faces were close. He kept her lips spread and gave her a moment to wrap her legs around him.

Valerie gave his glistening cock a few last strokes and then began to try to guide him in. The first thing she did was rub his head all over her wet lips and tiny opening. She managed not to moan as it rubbed against her clit, but she knew that the worst was yet to come.

Doing her best to relax so that she wouldn't be too tight, Valerie began to try to work his head into her. It hurt. A lot. It was worse than when he had jammed three fingers in her, and it wasn't even in yet. With as wet as she was, he should have just glided in, but he was so absurdly thick that she was afraid something was going to tear.

"I don't think it's going to fit," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just so small, and you're so big..."

"It's going to fit," he said. "You're going to make it fit. Otherwise I'm going to start looking for other holes to stick it in."

There's just no saying no to this guy.




The Dressing Room: Bred in the Mall



She leaned forward and bit his shoulder to hold back a scream as just the bulbous head finally squeezed inside her. At least the hard part was over—or so she thought.

Simon slowly began to lower her onto his cock, stretching her well beyond anything she was equipped to handle. Tears flooded her eyes, and a silent scream caught in her chest as the first two inches nearly tore her in half. There was nothing left to do but suffer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, held fast with her legs, and waited for him to use her.

He stayed there for a moment to adjust her weight and the angle, and then he sunk into her another inch.

She was crying silently into his shoulder now. It felt incredible, but it hurt so damn much.

"Don't try to fight the pain," he said. "Enjoy it for what it is. Because when you allow yourself to feel it completely, you'll realize just how good it feels. Let it all in."

A sob wracked through her as he tried to push farther in.

Let go. Let it all in.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and stopped fighting him. Her muscles relaxed, and the next three inches of him plowed into her. His head jammed into her cervix, but she embraced the pain instead of letting it cripple her. Valerie knew without looking down that he still had inches to spare.

He groaned as he bottomed out again, and she felt a rush of wetness as her body tried to do everything possible to adjust.

Simon held her pinned against the wall and then began to slowly fuck her. Even though he could have avoided doing so, he seemed to glean some sadistic pleasure from ramming her insides with every thrust and then pressing even harder against her once he was in. She yelped every time, but she didn't feel the need to scream anymore. He was right; there was pleasure interwoven with the pain. His cock was so thick that he dragged against her clit with every shift of his hips, and his head pressed against her G-spot every time he pulled out far enough before a thrust.

Simon began grunting as the thrusts started to get faster, harder, more vigorous. Soon, Valerie couldn't breathe hard enough to cry out in time with the thrusts, and she couldn't tell if she was moaning or crying anymore. Equal measures of pain and pleasure tore through her.

A pressure was building inside her again. While the other orgasms had built up quickly, this one took its time. Such were the extremes of the sensations her body was being subjected to, she wasn't sure she could survive coming again, but it was too late to get her defenses up again. She was his to do with as he saw fit.

He saw fit to force a finger in her ass as he drove into her, and she was so surprised that she cried out far louder than she should have, even though they were both so sweaty that it went in without too much resistance.

What if somebody heard me? And where is that manager with my clothes? Let's just hope that she didn't call security.

Simon slowed down and then stopped.

Valerie's eyes fluttered open.

"What is it?" she asked, surprised that she could still speak.

"My arms are getting tired," he said. "Can you stand?"

"I think so."

He slowly drew his cock from the sheath of her body with a wet squelch and set her on her feet.

All that pounding had taken its toll, and her legs were shaking so much that she thought they might give out on her. She wavered for a moment, then managed to find her balance by leaning against the mirror.

He grabbed her by the hips and bent her over so that she was facing the mirror with her ass sticking out.

The stall smelled like sweat and the best rough sex. They were both a mess. Her hair was plastered to her flushed face, and she was too afraid to look at the damage between her legs.

He pushed her down farther and then shoved his cock back in her. They gasped in unison as he filled her up completely. This angle let him go deeper and hit all the sweet spots just right.

"Babe," he said, "your pussy feels so damn good. I almost lost it on the first stroke just now, but I'm not done with you yet."

He gave her a hard thrust to emphasize his point.

"Fuck—" she said.

Another thrust.

"Me—"

Thrust.

"Hard!"

The next thrust made her vision go dark at the edges.

Simon yanked her hair back with one hand and then rode her furiously with his other hand clutching her hip. He muttered sweet nothings under his breath as he made sure that her pussy would never be the same.

"You like the way that big dick feels inside you?" he asked.

Valerie moaned an affirmative.

"Put your hand on your stomach so that you can feel me fuck you under your palm."

She did as she was told. He was right; she could feel the bulge of his cock pushing up against the inside of her belly every time he rammed into her. She pressed down harder so that she could feel it more deeply. Doing so made her feel even tighter inside, and she spasmed involuntarily.

All of a sudden, he dragged her back and pulled her with him to the bench where her clothes lay. He kept her snug against him so that he never had to pull out of her. Simon sat and spread his legs so that hers were tight together, squeezing him. She had to reach back and lean against him to keep from being run through as her weight pushed him up against her cervix.

It was her turn to do some of the work.

She leaned back against him and started riding him in earnest so that her tits jiggled with every bounce.

As she fucked herself on his dick, he stuck his dirty fingers in her mouth to pick up saliva and then began rubbing her clit in time with her rising and falling.

The orgasm began building again. As selfish as it was, she hoped that she would be able to come at least one more time before he was done. He was just spoiling her with multiples.

"I'm close, baby," he said.

"Not yet," she said. "Not yet."

She leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, then began bouncing up and down fast with wet slaps.

It was a race. She was so incredibly close, but being under so much pressure to get there before him was holding her back.

Between breaths, she heard footsteps as somebody walked into the dressing area.

No! Not now! I'm so close!

"Hello?"

It was the manager.

Valerie tried to think fast, but she came up empty.

At least try to keep your voice even.

"Uh, hi," she said, trying to keep her ass from slapping too loudly against Simon.

"Sorry I took so long with the clothes," she said. "We got a bunch of customers in, and I had to take a register."

She hung the clothes over the top of the door, and Valerie reached up to grab them as she rode Simon.

"Thank you," Valerie said.

"No problem," the manager said.

She was quiet for a moment, and Valerie became painfully aware of how much noise she and Simon were making.

"Was there something else?" Valerie asked, fighting to keep her voice level as she got dangerously close to coming.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was trying to think of a polite way to say that that was an unusual selection of clothes you had picked out. Are you shopping for a special occasion?"

Simon grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her so fast and hard that his balls slapped against her. Whatever mind block had kept her from climaxing fell away as his huge cock began to push her over the edge.

"Yes," she moaned.

Silence again.

"Ah, right. Well, let me know when you're ready to check out. Just ask for Amanda."

Valerie was pretty sure that she heard Amanda leave the dressing area.

They were both breathing raggedly.

She stopped Simon for a moment.

"Hold on," she said.

Without letting him out of her, she carefully turned completely around so that she was straddling him face to face. The twist fired nerve endings that she didn't even know she had, and she could tell that it felt just as good or better for Simon.

"I'm going to come so hard," she said as she started riding him

"Not if I get there first," he said, his voice strained.

"Oh no you don't."

She started bouncing faster.

There was a loud knock.

What the hell?

"Alright, guys. You need to stop what you are doing and leave now, or I will be calling security."

It was Amanda.

"I... Just a minute!" Valerie said.

Her body shook with a contraction, and she clamped down on Simon with a shuddering moan.

He groaned underneath her and tried to pull her off of him, but it felt too good. She couldn't stop now.

"Babe, I'm going to—" he started to say.

"This is your last chance to open the door, and then I'm calling security," Amanda said.

Blind to reason as she started to come, Valerie reached over and pulled the door to the stall open.

Simon bucked underneath her and tried to push her off, but she wrapped her limbs around him and rode the orgasm out in its entirety.

In her periphery, she could see Amanda standing there, but she didn't matter. Getting caught didn't matter. All that mattered was Simon's massive cock inside her blissfully beaten pussy and the crushing waves of ecstasy that tore through her.

Simon was holding her tight atop him and thrusting into her and saying something, but she couldn't tell what because she was so lost in herself.

As the orgasm began to subside, Valerie's senses came back into focus, and she felt hot spurts of Simon's cum shooting into her. There was so much that she could feel it spill out of her with his every desperate thrust.

Oh no. God no. He came inside of me!

Valerie tried to climb off of him, but he held on for a few more thrusts before she could get free.

She staggered to her feet and almost fell back down because her legs weren't working properly.

He groaned again as another hot spurt shot out of him, and she knew that she couldn't let it go to waste. What was done was done, and he'd already come inside of her, but he deserved to at least finish without being cut short.

She fell to her knees in front of him and grabbed his twitching cock hard in both her hands. It glistened in their juices, creamy and wet and full to bursting.

Valerie closed her eyes, and then he was inside her mouth. She could taste herself, and she could taste him. His cum coated the back of her tongue and throat as she milked him of his every last drop, and she took him as deep as she could—deeper than he'd been able to go in her pussy.

His fingers ran gently through her tangled hair after she couldn't suck any more out of him. He was still hard, but his need seemed to be mostly sated.

It was then that she opened her eyes, his cock still in her mouth, and made eye contact with Amanda. She looked to be about Valerie's age—petite, pretty, and wearing an expression of undisguised shock.

Never breaking eye contact with Amanda, Valerie slowly rolled her tongue under and over Simon's head, making him gasp, then gave him one final suck before pulling him out of her mouth with an audible pop.

The gravity of what had just transpired dawned on her, but the post-orgasmic euphoria just made everything seem like it was going to be okay.

Valerie managed to get back to her feet, knowing that her face was probably beet-red. She pulled her shirt back down and started to look around for her jeans—there was no way she was putting those panties back on.

"Uh, we'll just... be on our way here in a minute," Valerie said.

Simon stood up and zipped his pants, nodding at Amanda.

"Hi there," he said as he tried to mop himself dry with his shirt.

"Hi," she said, blushing despite her shock.

Valerie had to hop to wiggle into her jeans, and she felt hot cum dribble down her thighs as she did so. She snatched up her sweater and threw it on.

"We're really sorry about all this," Valerie said. "It just kind of, you know, happened. And, well, please don't tell on us."

Amanda just nodded slowly, her wide eyes glued to Simon's sweat-slick body.

Simon put the damp shirt back on and slipped a hand around Valerie's waist.

"Time to go, babe."

He walked to the doorway where Amanda stood and stole a kiss on his way out. The poor girl looked petrified.

Valerie felt like she should have been jealous, but it just turned her on, and she decided to one-up him. As she passed Amanda, she slipped a hand behind her head and kissed her till her lips parted. Valerie grabbed a handful of Amanda's cute little butt and then let her suck her dirty tongue clean.

"Wow. I've never kissed a girl," Valerie said.

"Me either," Amanda whispered hoarsely.

Simon looked on in approval, and Valerie giggled to herself as she gave Amanda's butt a final squeeze and ran to catch up with him on his way out of the store.

They had a movie to catch.