The Changing Room
"I don't know. I--"
"Good, you're trying them on anyway," I cut you off, then toss the shorts onto the pile of clothes hanging from your arm.
Slightly angered, you throw me an annoyed eyeroll.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is there an issue with that?" my voice strikes a terse tone. "I think this is going to look good on you, and I want you to try it on." My hand reaches underneath your pants, taking a firm handful of your ass. "I don't wanna make a scene in the store, but if I have to--I will"
A fluttering rush surges through you as my grip on your ass tightens. "What if I don't--"
As you try to reply, my other hand races up, taking its rightful place around your neck; I squeeze tightly on the sides. "Don't even start with me, slut. You're trying it on. Is that understood?" the heat in my voice intensifies.
"Yes, sir," you answer with a poorly concealed grudge.
A smile forms across my lips. "Very good. Now, let's have you try some of these on; starting with the shorts I picked."
You wait until I look away. Then, give another eyeroll which fortunately for you goes unseen as I scan the room, searching for a changing room. My eyes land on the nearest one, and I head toward the corner of the store, guiding you along with me. We pass aisles of clothing racks before reaching the changing station. There are three stalls all of which wait unoccupied.
"Go ahead. Try them on." I motion toward the shorts hanging from your arm.
You walk into the changing room, place the clothes you've gathered on the hangers, and put your phone on the small bench. You slip out of your current pair of shorts, quickly pull on the ones that I picked out, and throw open the door. "Happy now?" You walk out.
"Mmmm," I make an approving noise as I scan down your legs. "Give me a spin."
You perform a quick twirl which gives me practically no time to review the shorts.
"No, no, no. Do it slower," I demand with a voice that warns of impatience.
Annoyed, you spin around at a ridiculously lethargic pace.
I recognize the edge in your bodily response. So, I wait for you to reach the point where your back is facing me. In the moment, I bound to my feet and grab your arms. My hands wrap around the circumference of your biceps. I pull your arms back, forcing your angel bones to nearly pinch together. Then, I press you forward, forcing you into the changing room. I shove you against the wall, pinning you from behind.
You feel my right hand release your arm and slip under the waistband of your shorts. Quickly, I tear them down. Your shorts slip right off, falling to the floor, and exposing your skimpy black thong.
"Look at this," I tease, pulling at your thong string. "Somebody decided to dress sexy today." I chuckle cockily.
As my mocking words tumble out, a wave of heat rushes to your face. You know it is only underwear, but something about my scolding tone makes you flush red. In an effort to mitigate my taunts you let out a frustrated, "You like it though." A response you know is true but lacking any cutting edge. It feels more like the first thing your flustered head could think up, rather than a compelling retort.
Your words are met with another laugh. "Shut the fuck up. Don't be a dumb slut."
My left hand releases your other bicep instead deciding to bar along your back. I press forward, sending you harder into the wall. Your back arches, your ass sticks out, and I tear your thong off you, ripping the straps.
"FUCK!" you let out.
Undistracted by your whimpers, I unzip my pants, pull them down, and take off my boxer briefs. My long, erect penis rages outward, poking against your ass. I lean in, brushing my cock against you. You can feel the blood coursing through me as grind against your ass. My right hand goes down, wraps around the base of my shaft, and guides me to your vaginal opening. You can feel my tip tracing upward along the crease, preparing to thrust into you. I feign entry, then pull away with a snarling laugh. Again, I pretend to enter, but pull back just before doing so. Finally, I lean my weight forward and submerge my tip inside of you. My left arm remains pinned against your back. My right hand releases the base of my shaft and grips the side of your ass.
You let out a series of moans as your lips open in acceptance of my veiny shaft. My tip continues its traversal deep into your body. I bring myself to the depths of your vaginal walls, then pull toward your opening. Back, back, back I pull until I'm almost spilling out. Then, with a heaving thrust, I shoot my dick up into you.
"Fuckkkk," your voice wails.
"Careful, slut. You have to keep quiet," I snap back at you as if you have any meaningful control over moans.
My hips cock back, then unleash a set of vigorous, pounding hits from behind. Your ass tremors against my lower body with each pleasurable surge. I release your back, and both my hands take a nail twisting handful of your ass. I bury my fingernails into your skin as I aggressively thrust my cock into you. My lips hover menacingly over the side of your face. "You're--my--FUCKIN'--BITCH." Each growling word is paralleled by a powerful shot to your back.
My right hand releases your ass, then comes down with a hard... SLAP! The stinging sensation shoots across the surface of your butt. My hand lifts again and comes down in a vengeful series... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Your continuous moans are amplified as each handprint lands.
"You've got such--a--pretty--fucking--ass." I hammer away at your tight, dripping pussy. Both your mind and body are overwhelmed with the multiple fronts of stimulation. You're hardly able to process if the moans are symptoms of the vaginal thrashing you're receiving, or if they are a result of the harsh spanking.
It makes little difference as my hands take hold of our waistline. My palms easily spanning a large portion of your midriff. Each hand lodges a forceful grip around you. With every thrust of my hips, I pull your waist toward me, adding an extra level of depth to my raging internal stabs. Mercilessly, I ram my cock into you, sending moans across the changing room area. You let out wild whimpers. "Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, sirrr"
Deep grunts escape my lips until I cry out, "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk, I'm cumming."
My pulsating tip erupts inside of you. A swelling sensation flows inside your vaginal walls. You feel warm globs of my cum filling you up. I lodge my cock as far as it can reach. I hold it there for a few moments; then, pull it out. My dick spills out along with my thick, white, milky cum. It pours from your body onto the changing room floor. Your legs shake as I pull away. I take a few panting breaths, pull up my clothes, and make myself decent again.
"Good girl," I praise with a slap to your ass. "Now, try on the rest of those clothes, so we can decide what you're keeping.""
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