A handsome stranger follows a wife and mom through the mall and then barges into the changing room when a thief distracts the staff. The tables turn when the police arrive and the mom needs to be his alibi. But is everything really as it seems?

I’m walking in the mall and see you pass by. There’s something about you that immediately strikes me. Well, more than one thing actually. The first is your pretty face, then as my eyes slide down below your neck, I’m immediately taken by your body.

I normally don’t stare, but at this moment I can’t help myself. We make eye contact briefly but you look away. I can tell by the look on your face that you’re humble and grounded – certainly not full of yourself, although I certainly want to fill you.

As you pass by me I look at my phone and pretend I have a new message that sends me in back in the direction I came from. I see you walk into a clothing store and I slide in a respectable distance behind you. You head immediately for the bra section and I quickly scope the store looking for the best position to watch you. I stop at the edge of the menswear section about ten feet from you and pretend to look at some shirts. Meanwhile, I can feel my member grow, stretching the fabric of my dress pants. Thankfully no one is looking my way.

I admire you from the side as well as the front and the back. Your proportions are exactly what I look for. It’s like you’re made for me. I look up from the clothing rack and meet your eyes again. There’s a surprise and you look away, but this time I see a tiny smile on your face. I can tell you find me attractive. I begin to wonder what’s going on in your mind. Are you scared? flattered? One of the bags in your hand is from a youth clothing store, so I’m assuming you’re married with kids.

I watch as you pick up a couple of cute bras and head for the dressing room. You take a quick glance behind you to see if you can notice me, but I’ve quietly moved to another part of the store.

I’m getting hard knowing you’ll soon be taking off your top to try on those bras. I watch you go in and close the door.

At that moment, a young woman bolts from the front of the store with a handful of clothes. The manager runs after her and I suddenly realize there’s no one else in the store.

Of course, you don’t know this yet. On entering the dressing room, you close the door and lock it. It’s a tiny bolt lock that’s been knocked out of position, so it’s hard to close. In fact, only a tiny part of the bolt fits anymore.

You stand there surrounded by the typical beige walls and mirrors, deciding which one to try on first. Part of you wonders if I’m still in the store and if I’ll follow you on the way out. You take off your top and pop off your bra, feeling the cool air harden your nipples.

I grab the top of the door and with a hard push or two, the bolt slips out of its fitting.

Pushing my way in, I grab your mouth and hold you back into the wall. Moving my hand deftly toward the door. The lock is still working and the bolt slips in easily now, as my entry has jarred the door back into place.

“I’ve never done this before. Say the word and I’ll leave right now, but I think you want this just as much as I do.”

You say nothing, but your smile and the way your eyes widen tell me everything I want to know.

Then I look down at your naked breasts.

“Oh my God! You’re even hotter than I imagined.” I whisper, manhandling your tits and pinching your nipples.

You tremble with fear and excitement as I grab your shoulders and pull you towards me. I attack your mouth with my lips. You haven’t kissed anyone but your husband in more than a decade and you’re unprepared for the powerful electric sensations that flood your brain, as I sensually and aggressively explore your mouth.

One hand still on your breasts, you feel my other hand grope your ass underneath your skirt, sliding your panties down your thighs. Then you feel me press you fully against the wall. Between my size and the fact, you’re off balance you’re helpless to my whims.

Suddenly we hear the voice of the manager. She’s reentered the store and is now on the phone calling either security or the police to deal with the shoplifting incident.

As you lightly moan, I put my finger to your lips. You can feel my hard-on through my pants and your excitement starts to trickle down your thighs. You’re scared and turned on in a combination that you’ve never felt before.

An aggressive hand massages your mound and you see my eyes widen in animalistic desire as I sense how incredibly wet you are.

My mouth is on yours again, but this time as I deftly massage your most arousing spots, you begin to lose yourself in your desires. As you moan into my mouth, I can feel it resonate in my head. I moan back. It’s silent to the rest of the world, but to us, the sound is wonderfully deafening.

Then I grab your face, your body still pressed against the wall. I force your gaze on me so I can whisper softly. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

You’re so turned on you forget to protest. At the moment family, responsibility and future no longer exist. Just the excitement of now. And as you hear me say. “Unzip my pants Gorgeous, I have a present for you.” You do so with a shakey impatient hand.

You can hear the chatter of the manager in the background, as you pull out a thick, and rigid uncut cock, one that’s totally unlike the one you’re used to. You can tell by its hardness it’s highly aroused and for a second, you realize the symbolism of it pointing directly toward you, like a sexual divining rod. It’s found what it wants and desperately needs it.

For a second you open your mouth to gasp and that’s the only invitation I need. You feel me grab you by the back of your head and fill your mouth with me. It’s hot and throbbing and knows what it wants.

“Touch yourself Gorgeous”. You hear me say. You want to so bad, but somehow you hadn’t thought about it until now. The feeling of your hand perfectly caressing your own pleasure spots while you struggle to take this strange cock in your mouth is driving you crazy with conflicting desires. You look in the mirror for a second and see the pornographic scene in front of you then look away.

It can’t be you, but it is.

The more you try to remove the image from your mind, the more it takes permanent residence in your brain and turns you on.

I take the hair on either side of your head and pull it up and grip it in a possessive gesture like you’re my trophy. At the moment, you are totally and completely mine. I press deep into your mouth to see how your throat feels. You gag at first so I pull out, smacking your face with my hard wet cock, showing you I need you to try harder. I plunge in again and this time you’re ready and can take it. I get you to look in the mirror again to see what a complete slut you’re being with me before I get into a sensual rhythm of thrusting into your mouth.

You can feel my legs twitch each time I thrust and can tell I’m incredibly turned on. You start swirling your fingers in the same rhythm and we both recognize we’re in sync together. I watch the look on your face as your orgasm starts to build, your eyes squinting and your breath heavy across my raw uncut cock that’s still dancing in your mouth and filling it with each thrust. I take one of your hands which rests on my thigh and place it under my balls to coax my orgasm. I feel your orgasm come to the surface just as I start to cum. The vibrations of your moans surround my cock and I shoot my hot and thick load into your mouth. It’s hard to manage your moan and my explosions. You cough slightly but I keep my grip on your head. You have no choice but to take it… and me.

You feel me stifle my orgasmic moans as you slow down, gripping me with your mouth and making sure to empty my balls You want me to remember you.

After I’m fully satisfied I let you pull off. On your knees looking towards me with anger and desire, your mouth filled with my seed, I tell you to swallow me. You hesitate and I grab your chin in a gesture of dominance. You down my load. Grabbing your head we share the most sensual kiss, as you feel me caress your face and then slide my hand down towards your breasts.

“You make me crazy,” I say. “I needed that gorgeous body and beautiful face. I needed my essence inside you – everywhere!”

I lift you up by your arms and kiss you, then run my hands down your arms to your hips, where I pull your pants and undies down in one motion. You stumble a bit, unsteady as I pull them off you and throw them in the corner.

I turn your around to face the mirror and as you do you see my wet cock is somehow rock hard again. You must REALLY be turning me on.

I push your hands down on the bench in front of you and take the slippery head of my cock running it back and forth, from your clit to your ass. You moan at the sensations.

Looking up you see your own wild glazed eyes and the remains of my wet cum on your lips. You can’t believe you just made yourself orgasm while a stranger fucked your face. It feels so wrong in so many ways, but your eyes and your wet pussy tell a different story. You need another orgasm.

You flush hot and want to whisper something. A protest perhaps? Whatever it disappears as you feel my manhood forcefully penetrate your wet pussy. The force almost drives you into the mirror, but my hands on your hips stop you before you go too far.

I stare at your breasts swaying as I fuck you hard. as I grab your hair and ride you like an animal. You look into my face and see my burning lust, and the fire in my eyes sets your pussy ablaze. Against your will, you feel another orgasm start to build. You’ve never felt anything like this and your thighs start to quiver as I keep pounding mercilessly into you. Too late you remember that none of this should be happening. What are you doing? Enjoying something so wrong, so deviant. But looking into my eyes you see a passion you’ve never faced, and as I look up from your breasts to meet your eyes I smirk, seeing your submission written across your face. I take one hand and caress your ass, then my thumb starts tracing your asshole, still slick from our combined juices. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly slide my whole thumb in. At the same time, your orgasm explodes, and my other hand reaches around to cover your mouth as you stifle a moan., You bite my hand in humiliated anger and ecstasy as I explode again, this time inside your pussy, filling your womanhood with a stranger’s cum.

The moments after are blurred. We’re both exhausted. I collapse on one corner of the bench, my pants and underwear still around my ankles. Your gaze goes down for another look at my cock.

You stare daggers at me in reproach as you gasp for air, still naked and bent over leaning on the bench. Your look says “how dare you?” But it turns me on. You see me smile as I motion for you to sit naked beside me and revel in the moment. It’s the last thing you want to do. You don’t want to give me the satisfaction of legitimizing what I’ve done to you. But you crave my touch and the kind words I speak when you finally lay down in my arms.

Your phone beeps. You look at me in horror and I realize we have to go.

We quietly put our clothes back on and I give you a handkerchief to clean your mouth and your pussy.

Just as we’re about to leave we hear a heavy tread and the sound of clinking metal. The police have arrived. We hear a gruff voice address the manager and request details of what happened in the store.

How can we handle this? Two strangers in a changeroom. We share a knowing glance. Now, it’s you who have total power over my fate. You whisper something in my ear.

I’m the first to come out of the changing room and I see the policeman instinctively pivot to address a possible threat. I avoid his eyes and look back at you.

“Those bras are nice hon, but to tell you truth, I like the ones at Victoria’s secret the best. Let’s go back and grab them.”

With the eyes of both the manager and the policeman on us. We walk out of the store together. You slide your hand around my waist to sell the scenario. As soon as we’re out of sight, you turn to me and give me a look with equal shades of contempt and affection.

“My husband is waiting for me in the parking lot.” You say.

“Well Just don’t kiss him until you get home and you’ll be okay.”

I wink at you as you walk away. You take several steps and look back at me. I’m staring at you just the way I did when you first saw me less than an hour ago. Your pussy starts to feel wet again.

You make your way out to the car, but there’s no one there. You sit down in the passenger side and find that your heart is still pounding.

Finally, you hear the door open and you see my face. 

“Did you get what you were looking for in the store sweetie?” I ask.

“Fuck did I ever…” you respond. And as you kiss me I can taste my sperm on your lips.

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