“3rd door on the right.“
I stared at the text, waiting. The plasticy half seat was cold against my thighs. The fear of a stranger walking into my dressing room instead of my boyfriend made my pussy ache, I almost secretly hoped someone might walk in and blush at the sight of me. The fluorescent lights humming above the department store dressing room were exceptionally unflattering. Still I could admit that the curves of my body were enticing, all the right places to hold and caress I think. I stood and looked at my chest in the mirror, my skin was covered in goosebumps and my nipples were hard.
I jumped at the sound of the door creaking behind me.
“Good girl” he praised eyeing me, he locked the door behind him.
He moved quick, his warm hands pulled me in close. He kissed me hard on the lips before he spun me around and pushed me forward, bent over his fingers traced my spine and across my buttcheeks. His touch is so intoxicating. Firm and commanding, but never forceful. My pussy was practically throbbing when he slipped his fingers into me.
“Why are you so wet baby?” His fingers twisted and teased me and instead of words a small sigh of relief came out.
He pushed his fingers in further and his thumb pushed against my asshole.
“I asked you question”
“I’m scared of getting caught” I whispered. Being bent over I could see the feet shuffling through racks of clothes from under the door. They were just a few yards away and in blissful ignorance of us.
“ I guess you should be extra quiet then huh?”
He unzipped his pants and pushed me to my knees before being his hard cock to my lips.
My tongue circled around the tip and I could feel my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to feel him stretching me out so badly.
He gently brushed my hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “such a pretty girl with my cock in your mouth” he said before grabbing my chin and pushing himself down my throat. My eyes welled with tears but his cock pulsing against my tongue made it worth it.
His hips started rocking forward and back and I had to gasp for breath between thrusts. He took a step back so I could catch my breath and his huge cock hovered over my face and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him to cum all over me.
“Remember stay quiet princess” he picked me up and gently pressed his lips to my forehead. “Don’t disappoint me” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes Sir” I nodded
“Good” he bent me over again this time I could brace myself on the small half seat. He brought the tip of his cock to my pussy and paused before rubbing my clit, up and down between my wet pussy lips..
“Here?” He said “or here?” He pushed himself up against my ass.
Before I could pick he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and I gasped louder than I should have.
“Shhhh” his hand moved over my mouth covering up my moans while simultaneously pulling me back on to him as he thrust back and forth, hard and fast.
It was ecstasy. I closed my eyes and focused on staying quiet while he moved.
“No, I’m not ready to fill you up yet” he paused and pulled out. “Come here”
He sat on the half seat. “Turn around”
He ushered me onto his lap and leaned my body back against his chest.
“feet up” he instructed.
I placed one foot on each of his knees and realized what he was doing.
On the opposite wall hung the mirror, and in the mirror my chest bounced with each breath and my wet pussy spread and exposed for his pleasure. He kissed my neck as his fingers dove into me, moving fast I wasn’t going to be able to hold back my orgasm for much longer.
I whimpered against him trying to steady my breath.
“It’s okay, cum for me baby girl” his deep voice was soft against my ear. With his other hand he had my breast and nipple between his fingertips, pulling and caressing my body.
He didn’t stop when there was a knock on the dressing room door. He must have felt me jump because he shushed me softly,
his fingers still moving deep in my pussy. He cleared his throat, “Occupied” he said.
“Oh sorry” the strangers voice replied and shuffled off. He smirked.
“Now Cum for me” he commanded this time his eyes glued to the mirror . I held my breath and focused just on his hands and felt the swell of pleasure.
Maybe a little too much because I started squirting in his palm. My body tensed and wiggled in pleasure, I wanted so much more than his fingers.
“Good girl” he coo’ed at me. He pushed me off his lap and I could barely stand in front of him, my legs still shaking.
He pushed me against the mirror and pushed his cock as far as he could into me and this time he sighed in relief. Holding me there, stuffed full he grabbed my hair and arched my back, “it’s my turn, stay quiet”
I was still so sensitive after cumming but it felt so good I would have cum again but his grip on my hips tightened and I could feel him get harder with every push until he started pulsing and he pulled my entire body back into him. Every inch of him was in me and we stood just in front of the mirror, until he finished pumping every last drop into me. I could feel his cum starting to drip down my leg before he pulled out and pulled up his pants.
“See you in the car” he winked and unlocked the dressing room door leaving me there naked, dripping, and dumbfounded at our excursion.
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