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Shopping Trip Part III

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He was half-hard and I was craving to suck and fuck him, to be his whore. My naked body and my dirty mind felt ravenous and starving for cock, his cock.

“Do you think my new whore is getting excited watching you suck my cock?” he asked his pretty blonde girl with a face full of his seed. “Don’t answer. Go clean up and use the whore’s dress on the floor. Then get me hard so I can fuck one of your holes again.”

The blond girl gave me a subtle, sly smirk, barely noticeable, but definitely there, and picked up the ruined dress and cleaned her face of cum and smeared makeup; staining it and then nonchalantly tossed it at my feet. Her pointy nipples, and her inner thighs with a path of her own wet cunt juices slithering down, betrayed her demeanor. She was turned-on and excited; hot and horny for his cock to use and fuck her anytime, anyplace, and in any way he desired to use her.

She sashayed back over to him and knelt in front of his feet and began lightly stroking his cock. He threaded his fingers in her hair and gave me a penetrating stare as if my luscious, full lips were wrapped around his cock. If I wasn’t gagged I would’ve been pleading with him to free my hands so I could be permitted to suck his huge member. My saliva and drool was soaking the gag and I desperately wanted to have him pound my cunt over and over again, using me as many times as he wanted, till we came in so many massive and multiple orgasms we’d be left panting, satiated, and exhausted.

When he was hard like granite from her non-stop cock massage, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. He told his girl to turn around, face the mirror, look at herself, bend over with legs apart, and grab her ass cheeks to spread them wide and to keep them there as he fucked her. The thought of him banging her was driving me to the brink of insanity. I wanted his cock to be inside me, NOW. He moved to her side and now faced me. Preparing his slut to be fucked by him, pushed my buttons and ignited my mind and body with envy. I could’ve spit nails I was so fuckin’ jealous. He gave me an arrogant grin knowing that he succeeded in making me his greedy whore, completely at his mercy. His engorged cock, erect and full was facing me, teasing and tempting me. I was forced to stand there and pine for him, praying for him to undo this fuckin’ belt and mount me, and ram his cock mercilessly in my swollen cunt. My wrists were slightly chafed from rubbing against the belt because I was squirming uncontrollably as my pussy was dripping and my inner thighs were damp from trails of my sweet honey dribbling down. I had the perfect view of both her fuckholes as she stood there gripping her ass cheeks. His left arm was wrapped around her back with his hand resting on her waist while he bent down and momentarily took in the site of her open holes and then briefly glanced at me. Holding her still and in place, he buried his right fingers in her juicy slit, smothering them with her nectar. He trailed her hot liquid up her ass and spread it around her open hole, lubricating it. When he pushed his three fingers in, she made small whining noises like a dog waiting for a treat from its master. He moved them in a circular motion inside her hot hole, pulled them out and almost in a single movement, moved behind her, and plunged the head of his fat cock deep in her ass.

I could see her face as he penetrated his hard meat in her small passage. She let out a breathy moan and her eyes were vibrant and alive as she welcomed his invasion. He was pounding her tight ass and her face went flush with excitement as he was riding her hard. He growled and his muscles tensed with each powerful stroke as he pumped in and out of her tiny channel. Sweat was beading on his forehead and around the nape of his neck along the collar of his t-shirt. I could see it dripping down and droplets falling on her back as he was fucking her ass like an animal. She was looking at herself in the mirror as he hammered his throbbing cock and battered her hole repeatedly. I knew she was swimming in ecstasy with each thrust; her lips slightly apart, her breath erratic and beating fast, and her eyes had that glazed look. Noises of grunts and slapping sounds as he impaled her, combined with her sporadic moans, filling the room, were making my head buzz. Watching her face and staring into his eyes as he continued to grind into his girl made my cunt smolder and want to burst into flames, so hot; it would rival a thousand suns.

His right hand was pressed on her lower back and his left hand curved between her thighs and pinched her clit. Slowing the tempo of his thrusts, he gave me a steely stare in the mirror, and ordered her to cum. She moaned and thrashed in orgasm, her eyes partially closed as the tremors and quakes of her climax overtook her body and she shook and trembled. Her buttery liquid was seeping down her legs and as the convulsions were subsiding, he heaved and gritted his teeth since her sphincter muscles clenched his cock and trapped it within her. He moaned and threw his head back, his bulging muscles grew taut as he shot his thick cum inside, filling her up with a seemingly endless stream.

He stood there a moment after his breath was returning to a normal pattern and stated very matter-of-factly to his girl while boring his eyes into mine, in the mirror, “you are a dirty cumslut.” My knees almost buckled at his words and I just wanted him to throw me down and take me. It was torture to not be able to be his slut and bitch to use. He nodded to his girl who still was bent over, his seed oozing and dripping out her ass hole and dribbling down her butt cheeks. She stood upright, walked over to me, picked up that damn ruined dress and cleaned his cock in front of me now covered in his pungent cum. When he was cleaned up, she handed him his boxers and jeans and as he buttoned his fly, and put his boots back on, she straightened out her skirt and adjusted her tank top. His hot cum and her juices were still flowing down her tanned thighs as clear evidence of their carnal lust.

They took one last final look in the mirrors to check themselves and without a word spoken; he unfastened the belt from the hook but still left my hands bound. I was confused since I thought for sure he would release me completely. He instead pulled me forward and had me sit on the bench against the side wall and secured the belt to the hook above it. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but I was still gagged, so all I could do was make wretched muffled sounds that reminded me of those girls in the movies that are bound, gagged, and thrown in a trunk of a car. His girl opened the door and made an exit, and he turned back to look at me once more time when he too stepped outside the room. He flashed a wicked grin, than closed the door behind him leaving me behind.

I was left there in a total daze and completely confused. My cunt was dripping beyond reason and now starting to soak the bench I was sitting on. I heard voices and realized it was him speaking to the sales clerk. I could clearly hear him say to her, “thanks for everything, here’s an extra fifty.” What the hell was he thanking her for? My mind was in turmoil now. Was he thanking her for making sure no one else entered the dressing rooms while he and his girl were having fun? Maybe he was thanking her for pointing me out to him when I was window shopping and picking out my dress.

Did he have me pegged early on and was following my movements in the store waiting for me to come in and try on clothes? Or maybe he was thanking her for not interrupting their sexual escapade no matter what she overheard or thought what was going on. Could be he was simply thanking her for when she discovers me sitting here bound and gagged in the room and unties me, she agreed she wouldn’t say anything disparaging or look at me with disdain and disgust. All I could do was sit, wait, and forever wonder. It was driving me crazy that I wouldn’t see him again and my saturated and sopping wet cunt was proof of that. I would never know if it was pre-orchestrated or a freak accident that I was in the dressing room area, but I did know I’d never forget him or the fact, even in the briefest of time, he did indeed make me his horny and greedy slut; his whore, his bitch.

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