I know I’m a hot little piece. Men make no secret of letting me know it, no matter where I am or with whom. I went shopping the other day, I needed a new suit for a presentation I’ve been invited to give. While I was looking through outfits, I noticed a man sitting near the dressing rooms, presumably to wait for a significant other to finish changing. However, this man was staring at me, hard. It creeped me a bit, but once I had the outfits I wanted to try on, there was no avoiding going near him.
I pushed through the changing room door as quickly as I could, but I wasn’t quick enough. He edged his way in through the closing door and shoved it shut behind himself. I started to scream, but his hand snaked out and squelched it. He spun me around, pinning me to the mirror at the back of the room. He told me how beautiful I was, how he’d been watching me since I walked through the doors, and that he really couldn’t resist. He tore my clothes open, repeatedly telling me to look at myself in the mirror, how perfect I was, and how beautiful every inch of me was. His hands slid up and down my body, sending shudders of revulsion through me, but I guess he took them as a positive. When I tried to push away, he only pinned me more firmly in place with the weight of his own body. None of the maneuvers I had learned in self-defense were working. He slid fingers into me, and I groaned because he went in dry. He thought he was doing well, though, because he started pounding them into me over and over, forcing my cunt to lubricate itself against the intrusion. Finally, I felt his cock slide to the entrance of my cunt, and then I felt him filling me. He was large, and it hurt, the way he stretched me. I gasped and groaned, and he plunged on ahead like he was fucking a long-lost love. By the time I was finally able to leave that room, I walked my way straight to the register, handed her the tags for the suit I was wearing, paid for all the suits I had tried on, and handed them to a homeless lady on my way away from that store. I shredded the one I was wearing when I got home.
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