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The Changing Room Ch. 02

By: velokev



After I'd gotten home, I showered, brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine to get the taste of the night's activities out of my mouth. I could scarcely believe what had just happened. How I'd allowed myself to get in that situation and to be used like that. I went to bed completely exhausted. Almost immediately, images of this strange man's cock being fed to me cycled through my head. I began feeling the stirrings of my own hard on. The more I thought about the humiliation of being forced to do those things, the harder I got. I quickly began jacking myself and came in seconds. Cleaning up, the images left my mind and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next day I thought about what had happened only a couple times, but on the way into work I found myself looking over my shoulder while walking through the mall. I couldn't imagine he'd actually come back again, and if so, hopefully I'd be able to get out of it this time. It should have been easy to do the previous night, but I succumbed to him for reasons unknown to me, and I didn't want that to happen again. At least not in my present state of mind.

Work went as usual, with the usual ebbs and flows of traffic through the store. Some co-workers asked me if I'd seen the shift calendar that had been posted up the day before. I told them the manager must have taken it out to work on their shifts, mentally slapping myself in the forehead. My thoughts flickered to if this guy was going to show up tonight. I thought I'd seen him on the other side of the main hallway once, but chalked it up to paranoia. Through most of my shift I was praying he wouldn't, and then as the night went on, I began to think of what happened last night more and more, and as mortified as I was, I would find myself getting hard and would have to work hard to conceal it. 8:30 came and went, and the traffic all but ceased. Sensing that was the end of business, I closed out all the receipts and by 8:45 I was done and waiting for closing time. Inevitably, two patrons walked in – a man and a woman. I asked if I could help them, and it was the usual, "No, we're just looking". So I left them alone, and started straightening up some of the racks figuring that perhaps they'd get the hint. I hadn't been watching them at all as I was in the back, trying to occupy my mind with work. I turned around at one point to see if they were still here, and they were, but it was just them and nobody else. Relieved, I was just about to turn to head to the large pull-down gate when I noticed another person in the store. Over by the jean racks.

It had to be him, I thought. I calmed myself and said from across the store, "I'm sorry, we're closing in a moment. Is there anything I can help you with?" I said it in general so all parties understood. 

He turned to me and said, "Can I please try these on?" My heart was in my throat when I realized it was him. I turned to the other couple, partially praying that they would want to try something on as well, but they took the hint from my previous statement (which I immediately regretted), and were headed out of the store. This left me alone with this guy again, and I didn't want a repeat of last night.

"I'm sorry, sir- I'm just closing up. If you'd come back tomorrow, I'm sure we could help you out," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure this will just take a moment. How about a little customer service?" he said.

Against my better judgment, I said, "Ok, but I really do need to close up."

"No problem. I won't be a minute," he said, smirking. Oh God, I thought, and I cursed myself under my breath. This is how it happened last night. I walked, sullenly over to the dressing room doors and opened one up. When he entered, I was sure to close it completely. Being weak was going to get me in trouble. I planned on keeping the gate completely open this time so that any security rounds would notice it. I stayed nearby so that when he came out I could hopefully run him out of the store. Under the door, I noticed he'd taken his pants off and appeared to be putting on the new ones. Just then, another patron walked in the store, so I left my spot in the back and walked up to the front. "I'm sorry, we're just about to close," I said. 

He responded, "Oh, I saw your gate was still up and thought you were still open." Just then, the dressing room door opened and my stalker emerged. Thankfully his pants were still on this time. 

"I thought you said you were closed," the man said next to me. 

"Well, we are," I explained. "This guy came in a moment before you did and I thought I'd let him try something on, but he's just leaving."

Just then, I saw him grab another pair of pants from the wall and walk back into his changing room. The guy in the front said, "Well, I guess I'll come back later. Thanks."

I quickly pulled the gate down a little so any other people would get the hint and cursed my poor luck. I walked to the back again and saw, of course, that the door was nearly wide open and there before me, was standing the same guy that had forced me to take his cock in my mouth only twenty-four hours prior. He had one leg in the new pants and one out. His cock was flopping around as he attempted to dress and I immediately had flashbacks of the previous night in the back of the store. Again, I was transfixed and could barely function. It wasn't that I desired his cock – I wasn't. It was a mixture of fear, taboo, and curiosity, though you'd think that curiosity would have been dashed after last night.

He looked at me as he stooped over and said, "Sorry, I had to grab another pair while you were up there." 

I said weakly, "Yeah, um, we're closed now, though so..."

"Oh, I'll just be a minute," he stated. "If you help me out, I'll be out of here that much faster. Hand me that shirt right next you."

I couldn't believe this. He was clearly trying to manipulate me. I handed him the shirt, annoyed and said, "Ok, but I really need to close up."

Just then the security guard walked by, noticing my gate was still up, and said, "Hey, you gonna close this up?"

I walked over to him and said, "I'll get it in a moment – I'm just finishing up back here."

"Well, you know the mall rules. We need all these gates closed by 9pm. Security guidelines, you know," he explained. 

Fuck, I thought to myself. I responded, "Alright. Thanks." I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I had a half naked man in the changing room right now, but I also didn't want him to leave this area. Well, this just could not be getting any worse, I thought as I shut the gate to the ground. 

I returned to the room and said, "Security has informed me that I have to escort you out now." He was surprisingly fully clothed. He peeked out the door to the front of the store and saw the gate was closed. 

"Do they know I'm in here? Why would they close the gate if they knew you had a customer in the store? That's a fire hazard, you know," he said. This guy was a real piece of work. 

I stammered, "Well, yeah, but they have these rules about the gates being shut at nine pm and all. Anyway, he knows you're here and he'll check in on me in a few minutes." 

That was a straight-up lie and he knew it, smirking at me. "Ok," he said. "Well then I guess I should change out of these clothes. I'm having trouble getting the right fit here." He took off the shirt and handed it to me. I put it quickly back on the rack and turned to see him stark naked just inside the doorway. I was frozen and pale as I looked at him. He held the pants in his hand. I reached over and took them. He held on to them a second longer than he should have before letting them go. "The others are in here," he said. 

"I'll get them when you leave," I replied. 

"Suit yourself," he replied, and started putting his clothes back on. Once dressed, he emerged from the dressing room. "Well, I guess we'll have to leave through the back?" he said. I cursed under my breath yet again. 

He walked toward the back door and I said, "Wait...you can't go back there!" but he was already through the door. I quickly turned the lights out in the front of the store, and looked around for any signs of the guard. Of course, there were none. Jeezus, I said to myself. I turned to head to the back of the store, and it may as well been a city block away. When I emerged through the door, I expected to see him by the exit, which he wasn't. I was then crestfallen to see him where he was the previous night. Right next to the pants' shelves, and trying on more of them. He looked to have just pulled on a pair, along with a new shirt. I quickly stated, as forcefully as I could, "Sir, you REALLY have to leave." He looked up at me with a sorrowful expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd help myself since you looked busy," he said, smirking. He took the shirt off first and tossed it to me, and as I tried to fold it, he started taking the pants off. I put down the shirt and waited for him. His thick uncircumcised penis fell away, arcing toward the ground. I didn't notice anything else. I was totally focused on his cock swinging in front of him. His testicles hung low behind, wedged between his solid quadriceps. 

"Here you go," he said as he held out the pants. I was shaken from my stupor. I walked over to him and took the pants, but he held on to them. I noticed he was about two or three inches taller than me - a point that I hadn't really noticed before. This just added to my perceived insignificance. 

"I really appreciate you helping me out like this," he said. It's kind of going above and beyond the call, you letting me try on clothes back here, after closing time and all alone." 

"Um, no problem, sir," I said. I swallowed hard. He took half a step closer to me and I felt his cock brush against my thigh. "I should be going now," I said, sheepishly.

"You don't look like you're in a rush. Do you see something you like?" he asked. He grabbed my right wrist and pulled it firmly toward his cock. "You really like this don't you?" he said. "I'm beginning to think you actually enjoy being manipulated."

I started to pull my hand away, but his hands were strong. He held my hand to his dick and began to rub it up and down.

"Sir, I really have to go. I can get in a lot of trouble for this," I pleaded. 

"Then do as you're told," he said. "This doesn't have to be difficult. Get on your knees."

"Please...," I begged. 

He smiled and said, "Ok, please get on your knees." With his left hand still grasping my wrist into his crotch, he dropped the pants in his other hand, and moved it to my left shoulder, applying pressure downward. I started to buckle, but resolutely stated, "Look, I've really got to go, and so do you!" 

He sighed and shook his head lightly. There was a pause, and then he said with increasing volume, "I guess you just don't learn. Get on your KNEES." He pushed me down hard with both hands and landed squat on the floor. "I told you that this didn't have to be difficult, so now we'll make it difficult. Suck my cock. Let's see if you can listen to direction now. You're going to take this dick and like it," he said. 

I didn't know what to do. Sensing my indecision, he grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pulled me face to his stiffening cock. The tip of his dick glistened with precum and the thick, veiny foreskin covered most of the head. He said, "C'mon, son. Open up."

I halfway opened my mouth, not believing this was happening yet again. He clearly had me under his control. I felt totally powerless. His cock entered my mouth and I tasted the salty precum on my tongue. "Yessss, that's it. Take that cock," he said passionately. He began to move it deeper in my mouth. "Don't you love that cock? Let's see you take it all the way down to my nuts." I stared up at him questioningly. "Oh you'll do it, alright," he said, knowingly. He forced his rapidly hardening penis into my throat, making me gag. He took his time back there, holding my head firmly to him. "Relax your throat. That's it. Take my cock in your mouth." Now both his hands were holding my head in place like a vice. The pain of him gripping my hair took away the pain of him stuffing his thick piece of meat down my throat momentarily. Then abruptly, he pulled it out of my mouth, and I gasped for air.

"That's real good, son. Real good. See how hard you're making me? You're doing a great job. I'd hate to ruin those nice clothes of yours. Let's take them off, ok?" he said. 

"No, I'm ok," I responded, still catching my breath.

"It wasn't a request, boy. Take off your clothes." 

"I can't. I shouldn't even be here..."

I started to stand up quickly, but he caught me and roughly pushed me up against the shelved full of jeans. He said menacingly, "Son, when I tell you to do something, you do it!" He pressed all his weight up against me, wedging me in place. He then reached around and started unbuckling my belt and pants. I managed to move one hand down to stop him, but he pushed against me as hard as he could against the shelves. His rigid cock was grinding into my back, and his right hand was wrapped around my chest firmly. He unzipped my pants and found my cock fully erect. "Oh what do we have here?" he said, mockingly. "And here I was beginning to think you didn't want this. It's a bit smaller than mine, don't you think? Don't you think?!" 

"Yes," I responded. I was completely at his disposal now. 

"You're going to wish my cock was that size when I'm finished with you. Take off your clothes," he said. He released me and turned me around, not giving me any leeway. Defeated, I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My cock was point straight at the ceiling, so I started to remove my shoes, pants and boxers. Once off, I stood before him as he stroked his fully erect penis, rubbing the thick foreskin back and forth over the head. It seemed to pulse in his hand. 

He said, "Boy, that cock is a lot smaller than mine. Have you ever fucked any girls with it?" 

"Yeah, my girlfriend," I said, defensively. 

"Does she like your dick?" 

"Yeah, she likes it."

"I wonder if she's ever had a cock like this one before. Do you think she'd be able to handle something this size?"

"I don't know. Maybe." 

"Yeah, I bet she'd like having a real man's cock inside her. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be fucked?" 

I must have completely turned white. "No, I've never thought of that" I said, and I took a step away from him.

"Oh, sure you have. Your girl likes it, maybe you would too," he said. He took a step toward me.

"No, really. Never. That's not my thing" I said, wavering. I began to think of how to get to the exit. Then I realized I had no clothes. 

"Just like sucking cock isn't your thing? You seem to do that pretty well. Like I said before, we can do this easy, or we can make it difficult. Get on your knees again. I need my cock sucked." I backed away.

"Look, I think I've done enough here. This has gone far enough, don't you think?" I pleaded.

"Boy, you just don't know how to listen, do you?" he said in mock disappointment. "Don't you realize that this is going to happen right now? Don't worry, I will take it easy on you. If you do as you're told, that is. Now. On your knees."

I didn't want to make him angry again, so I got down on my knees. I had backed myself up against a wall now, literally and figuratively. The cold drywall behind me would now keep me from getting away. He held his cock to my lips, and I opened my mouth, with tears beginning to sting my eyes. He said, "Yes, that's it. You're finally starting to listen. Suck that big cock, boy. Take it in your mouth." He pushed it in and out of my mouth. He continued, "Now lick that big cock up and down. That's it. You're doing wonderfully." I licked his shaft up and down its length. I was no longer feeling repulsed by it, and I daresay, was beginning to actually enjoy it, although I didn't want him to know that. It was probably getting obvious though. I began bobbing my head back and forth, and he increased his rate. "That's it, son. Take that cock in your mouth. Put your hands on my ass," he said.

I did what he told me to do. I rested my hands on each cheek of his buttocks and could feel his butt muscles flex each time he pushed his cock in short stokes inside my mouth. He began to pant as he spoke, "God, that's it. Suck that big cock. Suck it, you little cocksucker. I can't wait to shoot this cum in your mouth." Then he pulled out and took a step away from me. I looked up at him, confused. He turned away from me and walked to where his pants lay in a heap on the floor. He rummaged in his pockets for a moment, and when he turned around I noticed he had what appeared to be a condom and a small plastic bottle, not unlike you'd see in a hotel bathroom, to hold shampoo. "Stand up," he said. 

I looked up at him confusedly and stood slowly. He was still stroking his cock. It was red and throbbing, and looked like it could have driven through the wall that was stuck to my back. He opened the condom and stretched it over his huge penis. I was amazed that it fit all the way on. Then he said, "Turn around." 

I'm sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates. "No...I can't," I stammered. I suddenly bolted, trying to get past him, but I was surrounded by racks and shelves of clothing on three sides. With him blocking my only exit. He grabbed me with his large arm and grasped me around the waist as I kicked and said loudly, "No! I can't!!" All he said was, "Shhhh. Just relax," as I continued to struggle. I couldn't believe how strong he was. He then pulled me back to the wall, slamming me against it chest-first and forced his all his weight against me. The heat and sweat from his huge frame was permeating. Drips of sweat fell from his brow onto my shoulders as he pressed me fast against the wall. His huge cock was wedged into my back like a gun during a hold-up. I heard the top of a plastic bottle pop open and what sounded like some thick liquid squirting out of it. I couldn't even pull my arms free to push against the wall. He had me in a perfect bind. 

He started to place apply the cold lubricant between my butt cheeks, which caused me to reflexively clench them together. "Hmmmm tight," he responded. "I like that. Keep that up," he said in a mocking tone. I immediately stopped, and he applied more around my rectum. He had already put some on his cock-I felt it sliding around on my back. He said, "You're going to love this, boy." We were slowly moving sideways along the wall, partially due to my trying slowly to escape, and him continuing to press against me. I tried to push away, but he pushed back. It seemed that if I resisted, his hold became tighter and even more unrelenting, until finally, I was in the corner. I felt his finger circle around my tightened asshole. "Just relax and we'll make sure this gets lubed up real nice," said. He then applied more lube until everything between my buttocks was slick. He suddenly slipped a finger inside me and I gasped. 

"Shhh...relax. Relax your ass," he said softly. Then he put another finger inside and moved it in and out. He then pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock pushing into my ass cheeks, seeking my tightened rectum. He moved it back and forth there, and then found his target. He very slowly started to push against me asshole until the head began to make its way in.

The pain was, at first, excruciating. I gasped, and he stopped, clearly having some experience in doing this before. "Relax your muscles. That's it. Just take it," he said. Slowly he began to move deeper inside my ass. I didn't have any idea how this thing was going inside me. His cock moved very slowly back and forth, move each thrust a little deeper. I felt like I was relaxing a little until he hit another group of muscles that gave him resistance. He slowly applied more pressure until he slipped deeper into my bowels, and I gasped again. The pain was much like the first time, but duller in nature. He started moving back and forth, all the while moving deeper and deeper into my ass. 


The Changing Room Ch. 02



I had completely given up resisting. I was fully concentrating on the massive tool sliding into my ass. His grip loosened a bit, and he said with his chin pressing into my shoulder, "That's right, boy. You're doing great. My cock is almost all the way inside you. Your ass is so hot." Then with a final push, I felt the base of his cock against my buttocks. He moaned, "Yes, I'm all the way in now. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," I gasped. I couldn't believe that he had that monster inside me. He began to move it back and forth, first with slow, small strokes, and then slowly increasing his range and his tempo. 

"God, that's good," he sighed. "You're going to love this cock. It feels so good in your ass. How do you like it in your ass?" he asked.

"It's tight," I said in understatement. I gasped with each thrust, and he moved his hands around my hips, no longer pushing me against the wall.

"Now you're doing it. Take this cock, boy. You love it, don't you? How do you like this cock?"

"Ok", I said. I had to admit it was beginning to feel good. I felt his long, thick erect penis plunging in and out of my rectum, and I was in rapture. My eyes were closed and I kept my face pressed against the wall. I didn't want him to know it, but it was driving me wild.

"Oh yeah? Just ok?" he asked. "How about we go little deeper, then? You're going to love my cock, bitch!" he said, and he quickened his pace; thrusting his dick deep inside me and starting to slam against my buttocks. He grunted with each stroke, and then he suddenly pulled out, which just took my breath away.

"Lay down." He said. I lay on my back, thanking God there was carpet. He picked up both my legs and said, "I wonder if this is what your girlfriend feels like. I wonder if she would love this cock inside her." He then pushed his cock back inside me, and it went in with much less resistance. "Yes, you like that don't you? How does it feel now?" 

"Ok," I said, again.

The pressure inside me was amazing. He quickened his pace, thrusting his cock harder in me, and his balls began to slap me in the ass with each stroke. I moaned with each of his massive thrusts into my ass. "That's right, bitch. You take this cock. I'm going to fuck you like a little bitch," he grunted. I was starting to lose control now. "Do you love this cock, bitch?" he asked.

"Oh, god," I said in response.

"Do you love this cock, bitch?" he repeated, louder.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes, I love your cock!" 

I just continued to grunt with each thrust. He let go of my legs, which were straight up on his shoulders, and they fell to the side, wide open. I suddenly realized that this would be exactly how my girlfriend would look had I been fucking her. The ravenous feeling of his cock filling me up was taking over. I started to move my legs up his sides and wrapped my ankles around his ass, like my girlfriend would have done, pulling him into me with every stroke. I was losing all composure, now. He kept saying, "Take my cock, bitch. You're my little bitch, now aren't you? You've got your legs around my ass! Do you love this cock?" he asked again.

"Yes!" I said. 

"Tell me you love it, bitch!"

"I love your cock!" I said, between grunts. "Oh my god, I love your cock!"

"Louder!!" He shouted.

"I love your cock!!" I shouted. 

"Beg for it! Beg for this big cock!" he shouted in reply. 

"Please give me your cock! Fuck me with your big cock!" I shouted. I couldn't stand it any more. He leaned over on me with my legs around his ass and started fucking me harder. His huge balls continue to slap against my ass. I was absolutely spellbound. All his weight was upon me, and sweat dripped from his face and his chest onto mine. The scent of his sweat falling on me was intoxicating. I was loving this, and he knew it now.

"That's right, bitch. You love this cock. You're going to dream about this big fat cock. I'll bet your girlfriend would love to have this fat dick in here little pussy, wouldn't she?" he asked.

"Yes!" I shouted.

"That's right. Take it. Take this big fat cock, you little bitch. You're going to take all my cum, aren't you? You're going to swallow this load I'm gonna give you!"

"Yes!" I said. Secretly, I didn't want him to stop. He kept slamming into my ass, and started moaning louder and louder, "Oh yeah, oh yeah! I'm gonna cum, boy! You're gonna make me cum!" He then pulled out of my ass and ripped off the condom, tossing it aside. "Get on your knees, bitch. Quick!" He stood, stroking his cock with his face grimacing. I got to my knees somehow, and he grabbed my hair in the back of my head. I didn't need any coaxing at this point, though. He kept stroking, and grunting, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" but held my head away from his dick, just in front of it. "Here it comes!" he shouted. He plunged his huge cock into my mouth, and I felt the precum start oozing out of it onto my tongue, then he pulled out and held his dick in front of my face. Semen suddenly shot out like a cannon, spraying my face and in my mouth. He moaned loudly, and grunted like an animal as he came. The cum sprayed in many spurts across my face, and dripped down onto my chest. Some got in my eyes, and it quickly burned, but I didn't care. As the semen trickled out to a slow ooze, he pushed it back in my mouth. "Suck that cum off my dick, boy. Suck it all," he said. I felt his cock start to go limp in my mouth. My eyes burned, semen dripped off my face onto my chest and my own cock, and my ass felt sore. Overall, I felt exhilaration. 

"Yeah, that was good, boy. Go clean up," he said. I went to the sink and started to clean up; looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what it must have looked like with another man's penis in my mouth and in my ass. There was so much cum, it took me a while. When I emerged, he was gone again, leaving the exit door ajar. I quickly got dressed and closed up.

Walking to my car, I noticed I had three messages on my phone from my girlfriend. I called her back, remembering I was supposed to be there after work tonight. 

"I'm sorry, hon. I got held up at work," I said. "I'm really tired. I don't think I'm going to come by tonight." She complained, which finally made me agree to come over. I got in my car and headed out of the nearly empty parking lot. About 5 minutes into my drive, I noticed the same car had been behind me since I'd left. I thought nothing of it as I drove. As I arrived at her house, I saw the car slowly drive by, deliberately in nature. I couldn't make out the figure inside, but he seemed to be staring at the house as he drove off into the night.



The Changing Room Ch. 03



The next two days I wasn't working so I had time to reflect on what had transpired at the store. I still couldn't believe these things had happened to me, nor could I excuse the fact that, although this guy was dominating and forcing me to do things I otherwise wouldn't, I was allowing it to happen in a sense. The more time I had to clear my head, I began to become more confident that I would put a stop to it. It would help that I would be with my girlfriend tonight.

I wasn't about to tell her about what happened, of course. There's no way she'd see me the same again. We had been together for nearly three years. She worked in a local hospital and had recently had her first foray into management. This allowed her to buy her first house, which she was very proud of. I still was in my little studio apartment. I'd never had a problem with my place until I saw what she was capable of getting into. Now there was a bit of jealousy, although there were hints of her wanting me to move in with her. I didn't want to impose on her. Nor did I want to ride on her coat tails.

Mandy was always a fun girl and since she'd gotten her own home, her confidence had skyrocketed in general. She wasn't bossy, but she was quick to point out any shortcomings of mine. She wanted me to continue school, which I'd persistently put off, get a better job, save my money better. She clearly loved me, but wanted more out of me. It was even evident in the bedroom. I seldom spent the night, but when I did, the sex was great-for me, anyway. Since becoming a homeowner and getting into the new job, she became increasingly demanding in bed, almost like she needed more. It made me worry, but afterward she would always curl up next to me, seemingly satiated.

The previous day, I placed a card on her doorstep. There was no particular occasion; I just liked to surprise her once in a while. In it, I told her I loved her and that I wanted her to meet me at a local restaurant the next evening after work. She called me after she was home.

"What's the occasion?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to take you out," I responded.

"You're not trying to wine me up and take advantage, are you?" She asked, coy.

"No! I just thought we haven't been going out much lately since your new job, so I thought I'd get you to blow off some steam." 

She almost sounded disappointed, "Oh, well ok. Sure. I'll meet you there." It never failed that if I was trying to be romantic, she wanted something more fun. 

The night came and I met her at the restaurant. She looked great. It wasn't anything too upscale. Just enough to put her face on. She was already sitting down at the table when I arrived. I took her in as she waved at me. She had on a summer dress which accented her great breasts. They were about 35C and full. When she moved, they moved a half second later. 

I saw down with her and she proceeded to tell me about her day at work. I listened as intently as I could, but much of what she said went over my head anyway. 

"Thanks for the card, by the way. That was sweet," she said.

"Oh, you know. I like to be spontaneous sometimes." I responded.

"So, why don't you let me get this tonight? I just got paid yesterday and I know you're trying to save up," she said. 

"No, no. Tonight it's all on me. You've been working too hard lately," I quipped.

"Honey, I appreciate it, but you're trying to save, remember? I can afford it. I appreciate the sentiment, you know I do. Look, when you move up in the ranks at work, take me out. Until then, let me handle it. I really don't mind," she said. Now I felt about three feet tall.

I'm sure she saw my face fall. "I'm going to run to the bathroom," I said, trying to cut her off. "I'll be right back." 

I usually tried to avoid confrontations like this. I rose, and turned toward the back of the restaurant. Then a chill went up my spine. I saw him. Two tables away, in a small table for two he sat, looking dead at me. He loosed a knowing smirk as our eyes met. I stutter-stepped for a second and then corrected myself and made a bee-line for the bathroom. As I entered, put my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. How did he know I was here? Panicked thoughts flew through me head. Just then, he walked in behind me and I spun around to see him.

"Well, fancy meeting you here, and with that lovely girlfriend of yours. I can see why you were in such a hurry to leave the other night. She looks great!" he said. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice nearly cracking.

"Oh, I was just in the area. I wanted to be a little spontaneous, I guess." He winked at me as he said the words. 

That last line was almost verbatim for what I had written in Mandy's card. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at rapt attention. I responded angrily, "Did you read the card I left her?!" 

"Oh, don't be cross like that," he said coolly. "I was doing some work on her pipes that day and happened to come across it." I looked at him inquisitively. "Oh, you didn't hear? Yeah, Amanda was having some leaking faucets under the sink. She must have heard about me, so she called and I came over to fix everything. It probably helped that I put my business card in her door. Quite a coincidence, don't you think?" he said, chuckling.

"What, are you stalking her or something?" I shot back. I was now fuming. 

"Well, you were so forthcoming about her during our last meeting, that I just had to get to know her. You know, you should probably get back out there. She'll be wondering what you're doing in here with some random guy," he mentioned. I stared hard at him, and stormed out. I cannot believe this is happening, I thought. I regained my outward composure as I got back to the table. 

"Sorry about that. There was a bit of a line," I said.

"It's ok. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just want you to get out of this rut you seem to be in. You're a smart guy. You can be successful, you know?" she said.

"What? Oh, yeah. I know. You're right. Listen, whatever you want tonight. This is about you," I said. I had completely forgotten about our disagreement. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him return to his table. 

"Good," she said. "It's settled, then. I had a pretty long day at work, so can we just had back to the house after dinner?" she asked.

"Sure. That's fine. Whatever you want," I said. 

My mind was racing. This guy had now been in her house. What a piece of work he was. I began to think he must have gotten in there at some point to mess with the plumbing so that she would see the leak. If he was capable of that, what else could he potentially do?

As if reading my mind, she said, "So, the other day I noticed this leak from under the sink. It almost seemed like it was from behind the wall or something. Anyway, that same day there was a business card on my door for a local plumber. Isn't that weird?"

"Yeah, pretty coincidental," I said. You've got to be kidding me, I thought. "So what happened?" I asked.

"Well, this guy came over, real nice. He said he had been out in the neighborhood trying to drum up some business. I told him he had perfect timing. Anyway, he checked out the problem and fixed it. He didn't even charge me for it! I mean, what a nice guy." she said. If I hadn't been trying as hard as I can to seem unfazed, I would have slapped myself in the forehead.

"So, he didn't want anything?" I asked.

"No, he really didn't. All he said was, 'I'd like to be real helpful in the community, and the business will come.' So, I insisted he have a beer and we just chatted for a few. You just don't come across guys like that every day," she said.

"No, you certainly don't," I said. Just then, her phone buzzed. She answered it, putting her other hand to her free ear. She excused herself and got up to go outside. The hospital kept her busy even at home sometimes. I glanced over to the table where the bastard was, and it was empty. I quickly glanced around, still not finding him. I was just about to get up and check on my girlfriend, when he came out of nowhere and sat down in her seat.

"You bastard. You leave her alone!" I said, trying to keep my voice down. 

"Hey, I just helped her fix her plumbing. It would be terrible for that water damage to get into her walls. Nice girl you've got there," he said. "I didn't even charge her for it. How could I after the services I've gotten from her boyfriend? She's got a nice little place over there. Those pipes might need some work from time to time, though."

"Look, just get out of here before she comes back," I said. I glanced around nervously.

He got up, and said, "Just relax! You want her to have a good time, right?" winking again. He strolled back to his table. A moment later, Mandy came back to the table and I composed myself yet again. 

"Sorry!" she said. "That was work about some staffing issues. God, I'm starving." We ordered our food and ate without further incident. Halfway through dinner, I saw the plumber heading toward our table. I was mortified and tried to ignore him. As he was passing by, I heard Mandy say, "Jeff? Is that you?" 

He stopped, and said, "Hey! Amanda, right? Wow, we just keep running into each other! Good to see you!" 

"You too! How's business coming along?" she asked. 

"Pretty good, actually. It's getting there," he said, then turned to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your dinner." 

My girlfriend piped in, "Oh, I'm sorry. Jeff, this is my boyfriend, David. David, this is Jeff, the guy I was just telling you about." 

He extended his hand to me, "You were talking about me? How nice! Good to meet you, David. Great girl you've got here," he said.

"Thanks. I appreciate you helping her out like that," I said. Now I had to compliment him. Unbelievable.

"No problem. Being helpful goes a long way, I find." He winked at me.

"So, what brings you here?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, I just come here alone sometimes. I like this place," he said.

"You're alone? Well, why don't you join us!" she said. I glared at Amanda. She shot me an angry look back and kicked me under the table.

"Sure, please, join us," I said, sighing under my breath. 

"Well, I'd hate to impose on you two..." he started. Mandy cut him off.

"No, no, please we'd love to have you," she insisted. 

Jeff pulled up a chair and he sat with us. He and Amanda chatted for a while, and we finished our dinner. I scarcely said a word, as the conversation was clearly between the two of them. I would offer a word or two in edgewise, but I was largely out of it. I was stewing in my seat the whole time. Even here, I had no control over what he was doing.

The bills were paid, and I said, "Are we about ready to get out of here, Mandy?" She was shaken out of her conversation with Jeff. 

"Oh, what's the rush? Let's get a couple drinks! Jeff, are you going to join us?" she asked.

"Well, sure! That would be great," he said.

"Mandy, didn't you say you had to get home early tonight?" I pressed.

"Oh, well, I just have to be up a little early is all. I know, why don't we all go over to the house and get a drink!" she suggested. 

Before I could respond, Jeff quickly said, "That would be great! I'll check out your pipes while I'm there!" They both laughed as my heart went into my throat. I couldn't say anything without seeming rude, so I went along with it. She insisted he follow us in case he forgot how to get there. I was pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem. "You're not upset are you? He's a really nice guy who needs some support in the community. It must be hard starting up a business from scratch like that," she said as we walked to our respective cars. 

"No, of course not. I'll meet you there," I said. As soon as I got in the car, I punched the steering wheel. "How does this keep happening?" I said out loud. The drive to her house felt like a funeral procession. We crammed into her tiny driveway and entered the house. She went to the kitchen, and I said quietly, "You are imposing, you know. One drink and it's time to leave." 

"Relax, Dave. Have a drink. You seem tense!" He slapped me on the shoulder. "You have a great little place here, Amanda!" He said out loud. 

"Thanks, Jeff! I'm happy with it," she said, and came out of the kitchen with three beers. Jeff held his glass up in cheer toward Amanda and I, and said, "To new friends." Amanda repeated the refrain, and they clinked glasses, and then mine. I feebly returned the gesture. She took him by the arm and showed him around the house, leaving me in the living room. I heard them laughing in the back of the small house, and in no time they had returned. 

We adjourned into the living room, placing the beers on coasters around the coffee table. Jeff sat next to Amanda. "You guys are so great to invite me over like this. I don't get out too much," he said.

"Well, we love having you over, don't we, David?" she said, turning to me.

"Oh yeah, definitely," I said. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she departed, Jeff spoke, "Boy, she's cute. What's she, about 25?" 

"Yes, 25," I said, and glared back at him. "Look, you really need to get going. I was planning on spending time with her alone tonight," I said.

"Leave? But we're just loosening up! Look, let's all just take a breath here. Everyone's relaxing, having a drink, enjoying the company" he said, settling into the couch and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny vial of clear liquid. It looked like a bottle of Visine, but had not label on it. 

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, just a little something to liven up the party." He quickly squeezed a few drops into Mandy's beer. It happened so fast, I didn't have to react. 

"What the hell was that?! Stop that!" I said, reaching over to grab the vial from his hand. 

He grabbed my hand and said in a low tone, "Relax, Dave. You wouldn't want your sweet little girlfriend to find out about what you've been doing after work, do you? We're all just having fun. Enjoy." We glared at each other. I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, and Amanda came out into the living room again. They resumed their conversation, as they sipped their beers. After a few minutes, Amanda started clearly loosening up a bit. She was laughing a little too loudly at Jeff's jokes, was increasingly unaware of her already short dress rising up her thigh as she shifted around on the couch. 

"Mandy, are you alright? You seem a little tired." I said, hoping that she would realize it.

"No, I'm fine." She said a little too flamboyantly. "I feel great! Let me get everyone another one!" She got up, stumbling a bit, and sauntered off to the kitchen. I glared hard at Jeff. Amanda came back in the room with the beers. Her shoulder strap was slipping off her left shoulder, and as she bent over to hand out the beers, she clearly showed her left breast. "Oh, god! Sorry!!" she said, laughing, and quickly pulled the thin spaghetti strap back in place. Jeff responded, "Oh, hey! Don't let me stop you!" They both laughed heartily. I sank into the couch, feeling helpless. 

The conversation kept going, and Amanda was visibly becoming sleepier. She finally put her head on my shoulder as she was talking, and suddenly appeared to be asleep. "Boy, she sure seems relaxed!" Jeff said. "You could probably do anything you wanted to her now. What do you think about that?" 

"I think it's time to go, Jeff. I'm going to put her to bed now," I said. I started to pick her up. "Let me help you," he said. 

"No, I've got it. You know the way out" I said. I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. He followed me and stood in the doorway. 

"Boy, she looks great. You know, I could have sworn I saw her looking at my crotch when I was here the other day. I'll bet she wonders what it's like to have a real man inside her. What do you think? Do you think she'd like to have a man's cock?" he asked, rubbing his crotch.

"Ok, look this has gone far enough. She's passed out." she shifted in bed on her back, and let out a soft moan. The bottom of her dress was hiked up and showing the triangle of her panties.

"I don't know, I'll bet she actually wants this. I'd hate to disappoint her. Especially since we've gotten along so well tonight," he said. He began to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his fly, walking toward me. 

I held my hand up and said, "No! You're not doing this!" He grabbed my wrists, and said, "Relax. She doesn't have to know about you and how you love sucking my cock, and getting this big dick in your ass. Let's just enjoy. Maybe you can get in on this, too!" 

I watched him pull off his jeans and his huge cock popped out. As before, I was mesmerized by it. Suddenly I felt my own cock stirring in my pants. I felt powerless to do anything. "Come here. I want you to watch what a real cock does to her," he said, and pulled her panties off. The motion made her breasts bounce on her chest, thinly concealed by the loose fabric. He then pulled off her dress, freeing them. She looked gorgeous lying there on the bed, and appeared to be relaxed, but not really asleep. 

"She won't remember this. You will, but she won't. God, what a gorgeous little pussy," he said. 

She let out a soft moan again and said, "Mmm, Dave." Jeff said, "See? I'm doing you a favor. She'll think this is you doing it to her."

He lay between her legs, and stroked his slowly stiffening cock. The foreskin was moving back and forth over his mushroom-like cock head. He pulled her legs slowly around him, and pushed his thick cock against her slit, rubbing it up and down. "Mmm, baby..." she moaned. 

"That's right, baby. How's that feel?" he asked. She moaned softly in response. He started pushing his cock inside her pussy, and she started to softly moan with each stroke. I could see her pussy lips parting in response to the intruding penis. Now that I was watching his cock enter her I appreciated the size difference between us. He had to be about two inches longer than I and significantly thicker. He pushed his fat cock further into her pussy and she slowly moved her pelvis to meet him. Finally, he made one great thrust into her and she gasped. Her eyes opened for a moment, looking toward the ceiling, and her hands grasped the sheets of the bed, but she never looked directly at either of us. I had never seen her react this way. I started to unconsciously rub my own cock, watching my girlfriend being penetrated by the same huge cock that had penetrated me only days before. The same cock that shot all that cum on my face and in my mouth.

"That's right, baby. Take this cock. Does it feel good, baby?" he said. 

"Yes, oh yes. God, you feel good, baby!" she moaned. Her soft breasts bounced up and down on her chest with each thrust of his massive cock. I took out my dick and started stroking it, watching the display. Jeff saw me and said, "Go stick your dick in her mouth." I walked to the head of the bed and abandoning reason, I pulled off my clothes and knelt next to her head, my cock resting next to her cheek. "Yeah, that's it. Give it to her!" 

As my penis touched her lips, they parted, and she began sucking it greedily. Her head began moving back and forth, taking it in her mouth, and she moaned harder as Jeff began to pick up his pace. Her legs were up high on his chest now, and he was really thrusting his dick inside her. I was in rapture watching this action. I pulled out of her mouth to keep from coming too soon, and he pulled out of her wet, slick pussy. He turned her over, and quickly stuffed his glistening cock back into her pussy. She lifted her round ass and I watched his balls slap against her as he continued fucking her. He was sweating in droves now.

I was amazed how whatever drug it was that he gave her was able to make her so submissive and seemingly oblivious to the ravaging of her body, yet leave her at least somewhat conscious enough to appear to enjoy what was being done to her. Mandy's ass was slightly elevated and moaning loudly with each slow thrust of Jeff's huge penis. It was clear that she loved this and that his cock was making her do things that mine could never do. As if realizing this, Jeff said, "How do you like watching your girlfriend getting fucked by a real cock? I think she loves it, don't you?" 




The Changing Room Ch. 03



"Yes." I said, stroking my own cock. 

"Why don't you come and get inside her for a minute. See what her pussy feels like when it's been stretched out from a real man's dick." He said, pulling out of her. Amanda was panting and moaning rhythmically. I approached her and slid my cock in. There was virtually no resistance, and my cock slid in to the hilt immediately. I noticed she felt incredibly wet, but also loose – exactly what I would have expected to feel after having a much larger cock inside her. "Does her pussy feel loose now?"

"Yes, it does." I said.

Amanda wasn't moaning like she had been with Jeff inside of her. In fact, she began pleading, "Please, put it all the way back in. Give it to me, baby." 

Jeff said, "Is it not deep enough for you, baby?"

"No. I need it all the way in me, baby."

Jeff then pushed me aside and I fell out of her wet, slippery vagina. He "You don't want that little thing, do you, honey? You want a man's dick. Isn't that right?" he asked my girlfriend.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me," she responded. 

"You need to beg for it. I've got a real man's cock right here for you, but you have to show me you want it," he demanded.

"Please, please give it to me, baby. I want your cock," she pleaded.

"That's not good enough. Do you want your boyfriend's little dick or would you like this big, fat man's cock right here? You need to tell me, honey," he said.

"I want your big cock, baby. Please give me your cock. Put it inside me!" she said. I was humiliated, but turned on at the same time. He looked at me and smirked, knowingly.

"That's better. Here you go, baby. Here comes a real dick," he said, and then pushed his purple cock head against her shining pussy lips and entered her. She gasped and then he started pushing deeper with each slow stroke. "You love this cock, don't you? You don't want that little boyfriend's cock, you need this big fat dick, don't you? Tell him you love this dick!"

"Yes! I love this cock! Oh god, it's so big! Fuck me baby!" she started repeating.

"Whose pussy is this, bitch? Who owns this pussy now?" he barked at her. His pace began increasing, and his cock looked hard enough to cut diamonds. His huge testicles repetitively slapped against her buttocks as he rammed away in her sopping cunt.

"This is your pussy! This is your pussy! Fuck me, baby!" she cried. Her legs were completely wrapped around him and her hands were on his barrel chest. I could see the sweat dripping off his chin and chest onto her body. It was all I could do to keep from cumming on the spot. She shook with orgasm after rippling orgasm, all the while telling him to keep fucking her. 

"Tell your boyfriend who owns your pussy now, bitch! Tell him whose cock you really want!" He shouted. 

"You own my pussy! I love your cock! Don't stop, baby! Oh god, I'm coming!" she cried, and shook with yet another orgasm. With that, I knelt next to her face and stroked my cock next to her. I immediately felt the surge from my balls and grunted with a huge orgasm of my own, and loosed my cum across the side of her face.

"Oh, you don't want that little thing, do you, honey? I'll show you how a real man cums. You want my taste my load, baby?" he asked.

"Yeah baby! Give my your cum!" she pleaded. 

"Oh yeah, baby, here it comes!" he shouted, and he pulled out of her spent pussy, quickly straddling her chest and semen starting leaking from his bulbous mushroom head. Just then, he grunted loudly, and ropes of his cum shot onto Amanda's face and chest, further adding to my insignificant cumshot. Jeff panted and gripped his cock tightly, squeezing all his semen out onto her heaving chest. She lay there, covered with cum, completely spent. She was still panting, but appeared otherwise asleep. Jeff stepped off the bed, dismounting her heaving chest. He then walked to the bathroom to clean up. I lay down next to my girlfriend, still in shock of what I'd just seen.

Jeff emerged from the bathroom and pulled on his clothes from the floor. "I'll see you kids later...probably sooner than later!" he said, chuckling to himself. I heard the front door close. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a warm washcloth and started to contain the massive amounts of sperm all over Amanda's face and chest. There was some in her hair as well. I pulled the covers over her in bed, and she seemed far away. 

For my part, I got dressed, put away beer bottles and glasses and attempted to hide any evidence of the preceding activities. My only hope was that she was truly amnesic from whatever Jeff gave her. I didn't find this hope very assuring. 

I decided to let myself out rather than spend the night. I didn't have a concrete reason for this, only that she and I both probably needed to be alone. She, because she's passed out and hopefully not remembering anything, and me because I needed to clear my head. I'd traversed down a slippery path and couldn't say where it led, nor where it might go if I slipped more than I already had.



The Changing Room Ch. 04



The next day I was apprehensive about what Amanda's reaction was going to be. Did she remember any of what had happened the previous night or was it a blur? Would she chalk it up to a dream? Time would only tell, so I waited for her to contact me at some point. As the day passed, I did things to get my mind off it. I even scouted out classes at the local college-something I had told her time and time again I would finally get done.

Finally in the evening, she called me. The conversation was very casual and it was as if nothing had ever happened. I was relieved until she asked me point blank, "So...what happened last night? I woke up naked and the bed looked like it had been doused in sweat or something."

I tried to play it cool and answered, "I mean, you and I messed around a little and you passed out, so maybe that was it?" It wasn't a complete fabrication. Just certain information was omitted.

"Ok. I must have had some weird dreams last night then or something. How much did I drink?"

"A fair amount. I wasn't keeping score or anything, but you looked like you were pretty well hammered." 

"What happened to Jeff? When did he leave?" she asked. I was afraid she'd bring him up. I tried to keep his part as far in the background of our conversation as possible to avoid any sudden memories popping into her head.

"Well, he left when you were pretty well zonked."

"Hmm. Ok, is that it? I'm trying to remember things but it seemed like he was in my room at some point. Did he help you put me to bed or something? That would make sense," she said. I was trying to keep the thought of him at bay, but had to make him look benign as possible.

"Um, yeah, that must have been it. He left right after." I still wasn't exactly lying.

"Ok. I guess I was having dreams or something," she said. With that, she changed the topic and we agreed to meet up the next day. I was relieved when it ended.

The next day I was still off work and we spent the afternoon together. The topic of the night in question never came up until later that night in her house. We were sitting on the couch relaxing in front of the TV, when she asked about Jeff. "So, Jeff didn't help me out of my clothes or anything, did he?"

I was stuck. Now I was going to have to lie a bit. "No, of course not. He just helped me get you to bed. You were pretty tipsy."

"I guess so. He was real nice. God, I remember I kind of fell out of my dress when I was bringing him a drink at one point," she said, and laughed softly.

"Yeah, I remember. You two seemed to get along pretty well," I said. If I could have grabbed the words in the air before she had heard them, I would have done just that. 

"Yeah, I thought so too. We should invite him over again."

I froze. "Well, if you want to, I guess. I mean, he's just a guy who fixed your pipes."

"He's human too, you know," she said scoldingly. "As a matter of fact, maybe I'll invite him over for dinner tomorrow night. I don't have many friends outside of work and it would be nice." 

Amanda was a girl that you didn't push back with -- she enjoyed playing the role of being the powerful one, and if you attempted to play your card against hers, she would always find a way to beat you.

"I'm working tomorrow night..." I said. 'You're going to have dinner, just the two of you?" I was shocked that she would suggest it.

"Well you're only working until the store closes. Why don't you just come by after work and we'll all hang out?" she said. There was no arguing. 

"Fine," I said. "Whatever you want."

"Good," she said, clearly sensing the acid in my words. She knew she had won, and relished in it.

We continued on the couch, watching TV. Eventually she asked, "Did we have sex the other night?" 

"Um, yeah, we did. You seemed pretty into it," I said. "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's fuzzy. I remember really enjoying it. Like, more than normal. I was even a bit sore the next morning. I'm not usually sore afterward. What did we do in there?" she asked.

"I mean, I guess it just went on for a while. Like I said, you were pretty into it that night." My cock twitched in my jeans.

"I guess. I almost felt...well, like stretched a little. Is that all that happened?" she asked. I was getting the suspicion that she suspected something. Suddenly, I remembered she had a dildo in her night table that she used once in a while. It was quite large, around 9 inches in length, and very thick. Very similar in size to someone I knew, now that I had thought of it. We had played around with it before and it drove her crazy when it was vibrating. She never completely inserted it all the way inside her -- she would just let the head vibrate against her clitoris as she shook her way to an orgasm. 

"Ah, I think I know," I said. I used your 'friend' at one point," I said. This was the name she gave her dildo.

"You did? Well, that must be why. Did you put it all the in me? I've never done that before," she said. 

Glad that I had dodged the bullet, I said, "Yeah. You seemed to like it." 

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm remembering something pretty big in me that night. It drove me crazy, and whatever it was, it was quite a bit bigger than you. Not that there's anything wrong with yours, honey. It's just that I felt SO stretched out after. I guess that's what I was feeling, then," she said, and sighed softly. 

Juxtaposed with the relief of getting out of her line of question was hearing her acknowledge the fact that she seemed to desire something (or someone) bigger than myself, as if there were something I wasn't able to give her. A tinge of jealously shot through me, but for the time being, she was here with me.

She was however, having dinner with Jeff tomorrow night. The same Jeff that had seduced me in my place of business, that had forced me to suck him off, that had more-or-less raped me in the back of said workplace, and had of course taken advantage of my girlfriend, making her experience feelings that she'd never felt with me before. I was justifiably nervous. Partially because of the omnipresent chance of her finding out what had really happened the other night, and partially because with Jeff, you never knew how the night would turn out.

"You're not upset, are you?" she asked, obviously noticing my flat affect.

"No, it's fine. I guess I just didn't realize you wanted something more," I said. She sidled up to me, her hand on my knee.

"I love what I get from you. Why would you think that?" she said. "Is it about what I felt after the other night?"

"I guess so. It's stupid. Never mind," I said in response, attempting to brush it off. Her hand moved up my leg to my crotch.

"I'll show you how I like it," she whispered in my ear. My cock was hard almost instantly at her touch. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my hard dick. "Well, that didn't take long, did it?" she said. She began stroking it up and down, and I pulled my jeans off. She stood before me and pulled off her shirt, exposing her beautiful C-cup braless breasts. She then slowly pulled her shorts down with her panties. Her figure was something to behold. She bent over me and stoked my hard dick. "Do you want this inside me?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said. She kissed me slowly and then lay down on the couch with her legs spread before me, caressing her pussy slowly. She enjoyed telling me what to do, something I had no problem with. She pulled on my dick toward the entrance of her wet pussy.

"I wanna feel you inside me, baby. Push that cock inside me," she said. I slid my dick into her slowly, and her hands went around to my hips. She looked down at my cock moving in and out of her, her legs around my waist moved up and down in time with my thrusts. "Yeah, fuck me, baby. Your cock feels so good," she said repetitively. She seemed very satisfied.

Then something came over me. I recalled how rapturous she was when Jeff was inside her and how it turned me on to see her like that, even at the hands of someone else. Without thinking, I blurted out, "So you liked having something big inside you, did you?"

Her soft moans ceased instantly. She wasn't expecting this from me. She stared into my eyes as I fucked her, and said, "Maybe. I like you, though." 

"I know you do, but I could see you also liked something bigger inside you, isn't that right?" The rapport was exciting me immeasurably, and it seemed to be getting to her as well. Her hips were now meeting mine in rhythm. She clearly didn't know how to answer the query. I slowed my strokes into her. You want a big cock inside you, don't you? Something bigger than me. You want to feel something stretching you out, don't you?" I said.

She grinned mischievously. "You don't think you're big enough for me?" she asked, turning the query on to me. She was good at this type of exchange. She didn't want to admit to anything that would make her seem that she was degrading me. 

"I think you would like something more. You can say it, I don't mind. I like the idea of you being pleasured like that. You want a big cock, don't you, baby?" I said. Amanda was not used to me being the aggressor.

"Yeah," she said. "I want a big cock," she said. My thrusts increased into her. I fucked her as hard as I could. The lust was pouring out of me with the thought of her being fucked by a bigger dick; and the only dick I could think of was Jeff's. 

"Yeah, that's right. You want a big cock to stretch your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!" she said louder. "I want to feel it stretching me out, baby! I want it in my pussy!" she shouted. I was beside myself watching her writhe beneath me. I had never seen her react so strongly to something I was doing to her. The sight of her clear lust for someone bigger than me was like a drug. 

"You want that big dick inside of you? Do you want it to fill up your hot pussy, baby?" I said.

"Oh yeah," she growled. "I want to feel it! I want to feel that dick fill my pussy, baby!" I felt myself reaching my limit as she cried out.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" I said, and with that, I pulled out of her and shot my load across her belly, milking what I had onto her. I collapsed on top of her and her hand went to her pussy, stroking her clit ferociously. 

"Oh yes, oh yes! I want to feel that cock, baby!" she shouted as she fingered herself and then her body shook and stiffened as she came beneath me. We both panted and caught our breath together like that. Finally after what seemed like an hour, she broke the silence. "I never knew you felt that way. You really like the idea of me with something bigger?" she asked.

"Yeah, well I guess so," I said, careful to choose my words judiciously. "I like the idea of seeing you satisfied like that."

"Hmmm," she half-moaned/half-sighed. "I just don't want you thinking I don't want you, though. I love what you and I do together." With that slid out from under me and went to the bathroom to clean up. I got dressed and we kissed good-night. I didn't sleep over often, and I knew she had to get up early for work.

In my bed, the fitful sleep that I did have was peppered with thoughts of my girlfriend letting someone else fuck her. The thoughts made me jealous, but probably moreso excited me. I wondered what the next night would have in store.

The next day dragged at work and closing time couldn't come fast enough. I actually closed up a few minutes early and drove as quick as I could to Amanda's house. I saw his truck in her driveway as I pulled in. I immediately had butterflies in my stomach as I approached the door. I could hear them chatting and laughing inside. The apparently were getting along great without me, as I expected. I knocked on the door, and Amanda let me in. There wasn't even the customary kiss from her, but she was quick to get back to the table where Jeff sat. 

She looked great with a loose-fitting satin top and a knee-length skirt. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra and her nipples clearly shown through the thin fabric. "Jeff and I were just discussing you," she said. "I told him you were going to go back to school one of these days."

"Yeah, I was just looking at courses the other day actually," I said. She nodded in a way that said, 'I've heard that before'. 

Jeff spoke up and said, "Well, I think it's great. I mean, it'll probably mean more time studying and less time with her, but you've got to do what's important, right?" He winked at me.

"Well, yeah, but this is something I've got to do. I think we'll be fine," I said. I felt like I was already on my defensive and it hadn't been two minutes since I walked through the door.

Amanda got up and said, "Well now that our guest is here, why don't we take this to the living room?" She walked into the kitchen and I got up and headed over to the couch. Jeff stayed and started clearing the table with her. So now I was the guest. 

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but kept the door cracked and peeked out into the kitchen as they carried the plates and glasses back in. They were jovial and Amanda seemed truly smitten by him. It was unnerving to watch, but exciting in a perverse sort of way. When she would walk past him, her hand would gently graze over his shoulder. As they were placing the dishes in the sink, he came up behind her and appeared to gently press his crotch into her butt as he reached around her. I thought it was a little bold, but she didn't seem to mind at all. 

I did my think quickly and came out to see Jeff at the end of the couch. I chose to sit in the single chair next to it. "How's it going?" he asked. "I must say, I wasn't expecting to get a call from your girlfriend asking me to dinner so soon. Maybe eventually, but not this quick!"

"Yeah," I said. "She just wanted to be neighborly. She's nice like that."

"I'm sure she is. She's real nice," he said. "Maybe I'll be nice to her tonight again and you can take some pointers." He winked again. I was getting pretty nervous now.

She came in to the room with two drinks and bent over to hand one to Jeff and myself. As she did, her breasts swung loosely in her top. You would have had to been blind not to see them. She almost looked like she was trying to aim them toward Jeff, and take a little while longer than necessary to do it. She looked tipsy as she walked back into the kitchen -- a fact I hadn't noticed before. I wondered if Jeff had slipped her a little something extra like he had before of if she was just lightened up from the wine.

Jeff leaned over and said, "Man, she looks good tonight, don't you think? It's almost like she wanted to impress someone. No bra, loose top; her nipples are practically poking right through it." He rubbed his crotch through his pants. The outline of his thick cock was clearly visible -- overtly so, one could say. "Yeah, I'd say she's definitely trying to impress somebody tonight, eh?" he said, and he winked at me. I was having misgivings about it all, but Amanda seemed perfectly fine with the way the night was going. I grabbed my drink and took a large draught. 

She came back in the room and seeing how we were arranged, quickly saton the arm of the chair I was in. I was relieved and mildly surprised she chose me. "How was work today?" she asked. 

"Not bad. Pretty boring, actually. I couldn't wait to get off," I said. They both laughed at the double entendre. 

"I know just what you mean," said Amanda as she continued laughing, maybe a little too hard. Her breasts were almost completely visible through the side when she would lift her arm. She turned to Jeff and chatted about current events and such as if I wasn't even there. 

I finished my drink quickly and went into the kitchen to get another. As I got up, Amanda did as well and sat next to Jeff on the couch. I asked if either of them needed another, but they just waved me off. I took a moment to gather myself while out of view of the two of them. They kept carrying on happily. As I rounded the corner to enter the room, Amanda was leaning in toward Jeff, clearly deeply into their conversation, and he had his arm up on the back of the couch, inviting her in. Each time she laughed, her breasts jiggled in her top. I sat in the chair again and watched them converse. Jeff's bulge was even more visible now, and he had one hand resting on the side of it as if he was trying to aim it a toward her. It ambled down his leg and was straining against his pants to be freed.

Amanda was deeply into the conversation now and they seemed to laugh together at every other thing that was said. Her legs were crossed and she now was leaning against his arm which shifted to drape over her shoulders. She was also leaning further toward and turning more to face Jeff. Her free hand had now run out of room and was now partially resting on Jeff's thigh. I saw her frequently stealing glances down at his crotch, like she was trying to not get caught doing it, but it was pretty obvious. Jeff was not being coy about gazing at Amanda up and down, and she clearly loved the attention.

I had adopted a voyeuristic stance and was merely an observer. There were pangs of jealousy that popped up occasionally, but mostly the sight of her turned on like this was terribly exciting. I wondered if they were holding back a bit with me in the room, so I excused myself to get another drink.

They continued to chat and laugh on the couch as before. After I had been out of the room for a minute, I peeked around the corner, and saw them even closer together. Amanda's hand had now migrated Jeff's thigh and was just inches from the outline of his thick penis. Jeff's hand was very stealthily rubbing it from the side. He would lean in and whisper something to her and she would laugh at it. Her skirt was hiked up her thigh and being of a loose fabric like her top, easily moved around with the most subtle of shifts. 

My cock was raging hard now watching it all. They were starting into each others' eyes as they spoke. Jeff then moved in to whisper to her and pressed his face against the side of hers as he did it. His hand moved to her thigh as he spoke to her and gently moved her skirt even higher up her leg. Her legs, while still crossed, parted slightly as he did so. Her free hand also moved up his thigh and one or two fingers now rested on the end the fat bulge in his pants. Whatever he was saying to her was not a short little quip, but kept them in that position. Her eyes were closed and his hand moved further up her thigh. His thumb went under her skirt and hooked it. It gently moved back and forth, caressing her soft skin. Her legs parted gently as he did -- still crossed, but they looked as if they would fall open at any second. 

Jeff looked liked he was still whispering to her, but he could have just as well been kissing her neck from what I could see. He then pulled back away and his hand shifted back down her thigh. Her chest was heaving as he did so. Whatever he had said to her had a serious effect on her. Amanda's hand remained just grazing the head of his dick. He continued to speak softly to her and the hand around her back massaged her far shoulder. His fingers danced under and around the loose strap of her top. He moved in to whisper to her again, and the strap fell off her shoulder down her arm. He shifted his hips slightly. Her hand that was resting on his thigh suddenly was forced to slide completely onto his fat cock. She stared at the package in his pants as he whispered in her ear and seemed to close her fingers around the girth of it. His hand moved back to her thigh and boldly up her skirt. She seemed frozen as if this was a point of no return, but quickly loosened up. She closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation of another man caressing her. 

Her opposite hand fell on to her thigh, loosely. His hand on her shoulder moved gently down to her clavicle and traced circles above the beginning of her breast, only barely covered by her satin top. Jeff's hand moved farther up her thigh and with that, her legs parted and uncrossed. Amanda looked down at her hand on his penis and gently rubbed it up and down. I stood just outside the kitchen and stared at the display before me, rubbing my own rock-hard cock through my pants. Jeff pulled away and looked over at me for a fleeting moment and then, smiling, turned his attention back to Amanda. She opened her eyes and stared deep into his. Jeff's hand slid up her leg and found her panty-clad pussy. He began to rub it gently and she closed her eyes again, gasping slightly. 




The Changing Room Ch. 04



As much as they had to be aware of my presence, I didn't want it to stop, so I tried to keep hidden as much as possible. Jeff then pulled away from her thighs and placed his hand on top of hers, pressing her to his huge penis. Amanda stared down at it as he did. Her top slid away from her breast and his fingers caressed the swollen nipple. Jeff's hands then moved from her and went to his belt. Her hand stayed on top of his dick until he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Jeff then stood in front of Amanda and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, until his thick cock fell out and hung low between his legs. Amanda's eyes widened as it emerged and darted from his face to his cock several times.

She sat there unsure of what to do next, until he stepped closer to her and started stroking his long, thick, uncut penis. She leaned forward slightly her eyes darted around the room looking for me. I moved my head back around the wall so she wouldn't see. I heard a soft moan, so I poked my head back around and saw only his ass and what appeared to be Amanda sucking his cock. "Yeah, honey, that is. God, that feels good," he said to her. Her fingers wrapped around his hips. This went on for a few minutes until Jeff stepped back from her. He took her hand and she stood up. As she reached her feet, they kissed deeply, her hands wrapped around his back and shoulders. He then picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked toward the bedroom. 

They continued to kiss as he walked and as he crossed the threshold into her room, the door closed behind them. I heard him put her down as I approached the door. I got down on the floor so I could peek under the door and I saw them standing before each other. Her skirt and top suddenly hit the floor and her panties as well. They panted and rubbed each other, but I could only see from the knee down. Finally, he lifted her up again and she fell onto the bed. Jeff stepped up to her and as they were farther from the door, I could see her reclining on the bed and him drop to his knees. He pulled her hips closer to him and started to kiss her swollen labia. She sighed deeply as he touched her and her hands caressed his head. He started sucking on her clit and he began to moan, louder and louder until panting and bucking her hips wildly. 

"Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she said, and he pulled her pussy tight to his mouth. She wailed and her body shook before him. Then Jeff stood, holding his thick cock before her. The foreskin fell away from the heavy mushroom head and he pulled it back and forth along its shaft. Her eyes tracked it as it moved closer to her. 

"Are you ready for this, honey?" he asked rhetorically. He then knelt onto the bed and slid his fat tool into her wet, slick cunt. I had a perfect view of the lips of her labia parting and stretching around to accommodate his girth. She gasped as his head entered her and he only gently applied pressure to allow the head to enter her. He was teasing her.

"Oh God," she said. "It's so big." 

He still only moved the head in and out of her slowly. She started to move her hips under him. She stared at him as he teased her. "You want this dick, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she said. "I want to feel it. It's so big...please." She was trying to move her hips higher to accommodate him, but he resisted the urge. 

"Alright honey," he said, and he pushed more of his thick tool inside of her, splitting her pussy wider. She cried out as he entered her. Her legs moved up around his back, trying to pull him deeper.

"Oh my God, my God, it's so big." She looked at his fat cock as he moved more of it into her. I opened my pants and pulled out my hard cock so I could stroke it. 

"Do you want more, baby? Do you want more of this big cock?" he asked, hovering over her.

"Yes, please! Please give it to me," she cried. Her hands went to his hips and were trying to pull him on to her, but still he resisted. 

"Tell me whose dick you want, honey. Your boyfriend's or mine?" he asked.

Her eyes stared directly at his stiff tool entering her. "I want your cock," she said. 

"Look at me and say it. Tell me whose cock you want. Mine or his?" he said again.

She turned to stare at his eyes and looked at him longingly. "Yours. It's so much bigger. Please give me your cock."

Jeff then said, "Ok, baby. That's better. Here you go." He plunged his thick tool all the way inside her and grinded his hips into hers. She screamed as he slammed into her cunt and then again as he withdrew its length and slammed it home again. Then his pace increased to a piston-like rhythm. His balls slapped her ass as he fucked her ravenously. She cried out with each thrust and he pulled his cock nearly all the way out each time, before pushing it back in. 

"Oh God! Oh my God! It's so big, baby! Fuck me with that cock!" she cried. 

"You want this cock, baby?" he shouted. "You want this dick? Tell me how bad you want it!"

"I need your cock! Oh God, I love it!" she screamed. 

"Is it better than your boyfriend's?" he asked. "You like this one better, don't you?"

"Yes! I like your cock! I love it!" she said, staring into his eyes. He continued to plow into her wet pussy, the slapping sound of his hips slamming home echoed across the house. I stroked my hard cock as I watched under the door. 

"You don't want that little boy's dick, do you honey? You need a man's cock, don't you? You need a real cock to fill you up!" 

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out of her dripping pussy. Appalled, I saw him quickly walk to the door and wrench it open. There I was, on the ground like a child trying to peek under his parents' door to catch the sight of them having sex. "Well, what do we have here?" Jeff said, standing over me. "Getting a good eye-full, are you?"

I looked at Amanda, lying in bed. She stared at me, mouth agape as if she had figured I had gone home for the night. "What the hell are you doing?!" she said.

"I think he's taking notes, honey. He wants to see what a real man does to a woman." I stood, with my hard cock in my hand. "I want you to feel your boyfriend's cock. I want you to know the difference." He stepped away and motioned for me to step up. Amanda still looked surprised, but lust was in her eyes and her hand moved down to her wet pussy. I quickly yanked off my pants and underwear and lay between her legs. My cock slipped easily into her. 

She stared at me as I entered her. She sighed lightly as I moved back and forth inside her. She felt loose and slick. I tried to push deep into her, but she appeared unimpressed. She smiled at me with an evil grin as I tried to push deep into her. "Come on honey," she said. "Put it all the way in me...fuck me. Put it all the way in me," she said. She knew I was as far in as I could go. I tried to fuck her harder and ground my hips into hers, but her pussy felt loose around my much smaller dick. "Is that it, honey? Is that all you have? Did you like watching his cock stretch me out, baby?" she asked. Jeff laughed behind me and then walked around to the side, stroking his hard, massive cock.

"How does that feel?" Jeff asked. "Does it feel as good as this cock does, baby?" 

"No, I need yours," she said. She looked into my eyes. "I want to feel his cock, baby. I need his cock inside me."

"I think you've both got a little penis envy, don't you?" he said. He pulled my shoulder and I fell out of her pussy. He then pushed my down to me knees and walked up to me. "Why don't you show your girlfriend how we first met? Show her what we did when you invited me into the back of your store." He said. I was appalled...I glanced at Amanda and she looked shocked. I looked back at Jeff and he grabbed my head and forced it down on his slick penis. I took him into my mouth and started moving it in and out of me. "Yeah, boy. Suck that dick. You didn't know this, did you, honey? You didn't know your boyfriend likes dick, too!" I made him suck my cock at his store after closing one night. I made him take me load all over his face, didn't I? I'll bet he knew that you needed this that very night." He said. Then he pulled away, leaving me on my knees.

"Let me show you what a real man's cock does to her," he said. Amanda stared at me as he held her legs close to him and shoved his cock back inside her. "There, baby, is that better?" he said.

"Oh yes! Oh yeah! God, fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Jeff! Oh God, I'm going to cum!!" she shouted. Her body shook under him and she cried out as he continued to pound her relentlessly. "Oh God, it's so big! Give it to me!" She looked at me as he impaled her on the bed.

"You don't want that little dick, do you? You want this real man's cock, don't you? You want this big cock to stretch out that little pussy!"

"Yes! Stretch out my pussy!" she said. The words seemed to drive her crazy. Jeff suddenly pulled out of her and flipped her over on her stomach. She was panting on the bed. He then turned her so she faced me and pulled her ass up so that she was on all fours and got on the bed behind her. His massive cock glistened with juice from her cunt. He then shoved it back inside her stretched out vagina and began plowing her again. 

"That's right! Take this dick! Fill up your pussy! Tell him all about it, honey. Tell him what you need!"

"Oh God, yes! I want your big fucking cock. God, fuck my ass! That's a real cock, baby!" she said. Then she looked up and stared at me, sweat beading on her face. "Do you see this, honey? Do you see what he's doing to me? He's giving me a real cock! It's so much bigger than yours! He's stretching out my pussy!" I was jacking my own, less substantial dick as I watched the incredible display in front of me. "I need his dick, honey! I have to have his big, fat cock inside me. Do you see how he's stretching me out?"

"That's it, baby," he said. "Tell him whose pussy this is, now. Tell him that your pussy belongs to me now. Tell him I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy whenever I want."

"Oh God, oh God! I'm going to let him fuck me whenever he wants, honey! My pussy belongs to him now! I need his big cock! Yes! I'm coming again!!" she screamed. Her body shook again with another massive orgasm and her face fell to the bed. Jeff continued to split her pussy with his huge tool. 

Amanda pulled her head up and cried out as tears ran down her face, "My GOD it's so GOOD! I can't get enough of it!" 

"God, I'm gonna cum, baby," Jeff said. "I need you on your knees, honey. You need to take my cum!"

With that, he pulled out and got off the bed. Amanda quickly jumped down to the floor on her knees, right next to me, and Jeff walked up to her, holding his thick, angry cock in front of her face. She took it into her mouth greedily. "Yeah, honey. Suck that cock. Make me cum on your face! I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled his dick out of her mouth and gripped the shaft hard. Amanda held her mouth open and suddenly huge ropes of semen shot out at her into her open mouth and across her face. Cum dripped down her chin onto her heaving breasts. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked the remaining drops of cum out of him. I couldn't take any more and I suddenly shot my own cum into the air right next to them The sight was too much for me. It was a paltry amount compared to what Jeff had just shot, but I didn't care. She was clearly satisfied and that was good enough for me. 

Jeff pulled away from her and walked past me, grabbing a towel from the rack and proceeded to clean himself off. He then walked back into the room and grabbed his clothes, putting them on. "That was wonderful, honey," he said to Amanda and kissed her lips -- semen still dripping from them. "Give me a call when you need to see me again."

Amanda got up and stood shakily with cum still dripping from her face. She walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the wall. I followed her in. "I'm sorry you had to see that, honey. I guess I really needed that, though. I guess I really need a big one like that sometimes. Are you going to be ok with that?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean...of course," I stammered.

"I didn't know you liked to suck cock," she said, matter-of-factly. "Is his the only one you've done?"

"Yeah, it just kind of happened at work one night," I said. 

"You'll have to tell me about it later. Right now, I have to lie down. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Love you," I said as she walked past me and lay in the disheveled bed. 

"Mmm," was all she could muster before pulling the covers over herself.

I was sure that the spectacle I had just witnessed was sure to repeat itself soon, and I knew that I was going to have to get used to it if I planned on staying with Amanda, provided she allow that. I would have to assume my new role as cuckold. Jeff was right, we both had penis envy. His. And I would take it.