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Dark Side Of Fitting Rooms
By Anonymous Author (1994)
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I thank my lucky stars to this day that I was working
in the fitting room that night. If I hadn't been, I
never would have had as much fun as I did. (MF, nc, rp,
v)
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Melissa probably didn't think what happened was fun,
didn't think of our store fondly. In fact, I'm sure
she'll never think of our store with a smile.
I always helped close the store, and when they had
someone call in sick for the fitting room, I
volunteered. It was easy to close, and I didn't mind an
early night.
Melissa was a pretty girl of 16, with brown hair cut
short, in a flip style. I had heard all the guys talk
about her and some of the girls as well.
I had never met a girl who I would consider a slut, but
from what I heard Melissa was. She had a nice body, but
nothing that would suggest sex.
Melissa, the word was, fucked just about anything that
moved. She fucked boys, she fucked men, she made it
with girls, she made it with women. Melissa was rumored
to have fucked whole families. I know she had been at
parties and pulled trains of 15, 20 even 25 guys, with
girls thrown in as well.
I watched Melissa sort through the bras for several
minutes, then through the panties as well. She started
to go through swimsuits as well, then, as she started
to look through nightgowns, heard the announcement that
the store would be closing in a half hour.
Melissa now headed for the fitting room. I watched her
breasts jiggle as she walked, and as she headed for one
of the fitting rooms, her ass jiggled as well.
I knew there was no one else close by, knew I could
take the chance. I now started towards the fitting room
where I had just sent her.
Melissa now took off her halter and dropped it to the
floor. She knew she didn't have a lot of time, and she
wanted to hurry as fast as she could.
I know it took all of my inner strength not to rush in
when she dropped her shorts to the floor. I was this
close to seeing her naked, but I waited.
Melissa had thrown the clothes over the top of the
fitting room. I watched as the skimpy nightgown was
pulled over the wall. I pretended to start cleaning the
other fitting rooms.
I knew the mirrors were on the outside, knew Melissa
would never be shy about looking at herself in the
mirror. Sure enough, the door clicked and she came out.
Melissa was surprised at just how well her curves
appeared in the nightie. Sure, her nipples appeared.
Sure, her lack of panties was easy to see. But it fit
so well.
I stared at the nightgown, stared at the girl wearing
it. I didn't see the pretty girl. All I could think of
was the thick brown forest of hair I saw between her
legs.
Melissa had a devious look in her eyes when she saw me
staring at her. She gave me a bit of a show, showing
off her ass, her pussy, then she went back in the room.
I quickly went to the room, and opened the door without
knocking. Melissa was still in the nightgown. I
slapped her as hard as I could, and she fell to the
seat.
Melissa's eyes filled with tears when I slapped her as
hard as I could, but as she opened her mouth to scream
for help, I thrust my prick in her mouth.
I moaned as I sank all the way deep in her mouth,
moaned as I felt my prick curve down the back of her
throat. I moaned my loudest when I started to thrust in
and out.
Melissa felt sick, and started to choke and gag when
she felt me work in and out of her mouth. She had
always been very open about what she did, but I didn't
care.
I pulled Melissa's face as close to my groin as I
possibly could. I didn't care about the look of shock
on her face, the tears in her eyes. I wanted my prick
in her mouth.
Melissa tried to pull away from me, but my grip in her
hair was just too tight. I was fucking her face and
there was nothing she could do to stop me.
I went faster and faster, occasionally looking down and
seeing my prick as it worked in and out of Melissa's
mouth, feeling her throat muscles work on me.
Melissa was truly a slut who tried to turn every
situation to her advantage. She took a deep breath,
then started to suck on my prick as hard as she could.
I came almost immediately, my jizz shooting everywhere,
on her face, in her hair, in her mouth. I thrust my
prick back in, forcing her to swallow i9t.
Melissa's face was red with anger. She had always been
very good at swallowing, but to have my jizz rubbed in,
as I did now, made her feel humiliated.
I didn't care right then about her anger, her
humiliation. I moaned as my prick started to get hard
again. Only then did I pull my prick from her mouth.
Melissa couldn't believe she had been attacked in such
a private way in such a public place. She now tried to
stand, but I quickly slapped her back down.
I knew we didn't have a lot of time. Not only was the
store closing soon, but there was also the fact that
other customers might come in, and employees as well.
Melissa was crying as I slapped her again and again. I
grabbed a pair of the panties that she had picked out,
then forced them quickly down her throat.
"OHMYGOD!" screamed Melissa. "NO PLEEESE!"
I smiled at the whisper as I pulled Melissa to her
feet. I pinned her against the back of the fitting
room, then quickly thrust deep in her pussy.
Melissa tried to scream, but the new panties down her
throat made every scream sound like a moan. She had
never felt so helpless as she felt me start to work in
and out of her.
I felt like I was in heaven now. I was thrusting deep,
in and out of a slut, and it felt good. She was still
surprisingly tight for someone with such a rep.
Melissa had been fucking guys for so long, she had
forgotten just how painful it can be when forced to do
it. She was crying as the pain surged through her.
I was fucking her as hard as I could. I kept her hands
pinned to the fitting room wall, kept my prick in her
pussy. The look of shock was just right.
Melissa tried to slap me, but I quickly pinned her hand
back to the wall. She tried to kick me, but I just
fucked her harder, fucked her faster, fucked her
deeper.
I knew I was close to the edge again, and I didn't
mind. Here I was, in the fitting room, fucking
Melissa's brains out against her will, and I was
enjoying every moment.
Melissa wondered how much longer she would have to
endure the pain. I wasn't that big, but I was doing
what she had never expected, forcing her to fuck.
I thrust as deep as I could, watching Melissa's eyes
open wide in pain and shock. Only then did I come,
shooting my jizz deep in the teen, where so many had
before.
Melissa was happy that I had come, because she thought
that meant I would pull out of her. But I kept my prick
between her legs, deep in that pussy.
I wanted her to get me hard, and I didn't care how long
it took now. I felt my prick soften, then start to
grow. I pulled out after I explored every inch of her
pussy.
Melissa collapsed to the floor, sobbing and shaking.
She was trying to pull her panty gag out of her mouth,
but I slapped her until she stopped.
I stood over the slut, staring down at her. She had
tears in her eyes, she was sobbing and shaking all
over, and I think she was in shock. In other words, she
looked perfect.
Melissa had never felt this used before. She had been
fucked harder, and better. But what I had done was
painful in a much more memorable way.
I now went to my knees by the slut. I knew I still had
some energy left, and I wanted to try and use it on
Melissa and that fuck me body of hers.
"NOOO!" she shrieked as loudly as she could, hoping
someone would come to help her. "OHMYGOD NO PLEASE
STOP!"
I pulled out her panty gag as I grabbed her hips,
placed myself, then reared back and thrust as hard as I
could, as deep as I could, into Melissa's ass.
Melissa couldn't believe the pain as I sank all the way
deep in her ass. She felt so overwhelmed, so
breathless. Screams seemed not enough when I started to
thrust in and out.
I felt so strong, so powerful as I thrust in and out of
Melissa's ass. I had a slut in shock, and instead of
feeling disgust, instead of feeling wrong, I felt it
was alright.
Melissa would not have felt such pain if she were not
as scared as she was. I had violated her in every way,
and it was the shock that made her sob and scream.
I listened to every shriek smiling as they got louder
and louder, almost laughing when she begged and pleaded
with me to stop. It felt too good to stop now.
Melissa's brown hair was flying everywhere as she
wildly and frantically shook her head from side to
side, searching for some escape, any escape from the
numbing pain.
I thrust deeper than I ever had before and when she
shrieked as loudly as she could, I came; my jizz
shooting deep in her, my jizz -- where thousands of men
had been before.
Melissa continued to sob and shake and cry.
Why had no one tried to stop me? She knew she was loud.
When she fucked a man, the whole neighborhood heard it.
I collapsed on top of Melissa as I pulled my prick out
of her ass. I looked towards the door. I knew those
legs standing outside waiting.
Michelle smiled at me when I opened the door. She
looked past me, seeing her biggest rival in a heap on
the floor. I kissed her softly and then watched her
disappear in the room and close the door behind her.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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