She picked up the sheer panty set, slipped them off the hanger, and pulled the thong panties up her legs, sliding the elastic string sides over her hips. She pulled the back string firmly into her ass crack, the way he wanted her to, and then looked into the mirror, studying her appearance. She could easily see her pussy outlined under the sheer fabric of the panties. They were like wearing nothing, except better, she thought, and gave him a wicked grin. He nodded approval, and she reached for the bra. It was nearly too small for her full breasts, but she squeezed into it. Her light brown nipples, full and round under the sheer white cloth, were also completely visible. The bra lifted her breasts, pushing them up, giving her sexy cleavage. Again she looked to him for approval. He crooked his finger at her, indicating she should step out of the cubicle, model the set for him. He saw the fear in her eyes then, like a doe in the headlights, but he also saw the submission, the need to obey, and he knew she would do as he asked. His cock got even harder. A feeling of hot power surged through him.
She tentatively stepped from the dressing room, wanting to use the curtain to hide herself, he could tell, but he motioned her forward, away from any protective covering, and she obediently walked to him. "You look beautiful baby," he told her, smiling, "turn around for me." And she did, needing his touch, his guidance, his direction, and his control of her. His finger trailed up the crack of her ass, following the path of the g-string. He heard her breath catch, felt her ass clench as he touched it. An older couple walked by as she stood there. He made her turn around again, show them her front, and the older woman gasped when she saw her nakedness. He could tell she was ready to run, to bolt back into the dressing room. "It's ok, baby," he whispered. "Relax, you look beautiful. It's ok..." and he saw her calm, take a deep breath, knew his voice, his words controlled her. He stood up, took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. The submission was there, the love, the need, and he said "thank you, baby..." then whispered to her... "Go back in the dressing room, leave the curtain open more, and sit on the bench in front of the mirror naked. Show me how hot you are lover..."
He watched her walk back into the little room, and his cock ached with need, watched her leave the curtain open more, as he'd told her. She pulled off the bra and panties and sat down on the bench. She put one leg up onto the bench beside her, which spread her pussy so wide, showed him how hot and wet she was... god, her cunt lips were glistening. He could see the wetness running in rivulets down her ass and onto the bench she sat on. Her eyes were so glazed with passion she appeared drugged, wild, out of control. He still stood in front of the chair, his huge hard cock poking at the front of his jeans. It was all he could do not to stroke it right then, feel it throb in his hand. He felt ready to explode. He couldn't take his eyes off her then, her nakedness, her hot, wild need.
She stroked her pussy with two fingers, up and down, circling her sensitive clit, and then he watched as she brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked greedily, tasting her wetness. He groaned softly, thinking about how she tasted, remembering how it felt to have his mouth on her cunt, to fuck her with his tongue. His cock felt hot and sticky inside his shorts, dripping with precum. She had her eyes closed now, rubbing her pussy with one hand, while the other plucked at her hard nipples. He could tell by how flushed her face was, how hard she was breathing that she would cum soon. He watched as she stopped touching her clit, moved her wet fingers down to her ass, and pushed one, then two, into her tight asshole. His cock jumped in his pants. God, how he loved to fuck her tight ass, and how she begged for it. He looked at her face, and she was watching him. He saw her mouth the word "please", and he was lost, forgot where he was, and moved toward her.
He didn't even remember going into the dressing room with her, pulling the curtain shut behind him, but he knew he had... All he knew was that he was on his knees in front of her, his jeans open, cock free, pushing the head of it up and down her slit, rubbing her hot clit with the head of it, sucking at her swollen nipples. She moaned, whimpered, begged him, and he finally gave in, pushing his thick cock up her ass. He pushed her legs up and apart even more, spreading her so open for him. Slowly he worked his cock into her tightness, god, he couldn't believe how tight and hot she was, how dripping wet. He pushed in completely, and she was moaning with every breath, begging him to fuck her, saying please in little whimpers that drove him wild.
He began pumping her ass with strong even strokes, kissing her, and rubbing her swollen clit with his fingers. And she was so hot for him, needed him so much, that she melted in a hot, explosive orgasm, and he could feel her ass clenching around his cock as she came and came. He kept kissing her, trying to quiet her cries of pleasure, and finally the tight heat of her ass was too much and he couldn't hold back anymore. He felt his cum build, then wash over him in huge waves of pleasure. His cock spurted again and again, filling her ass with his hot cum. He held her tightly, buried so deeply inside her, and tasted her mouth with soft kisses. She felt so soft and pliable now, so relaxed, warm, and he loved her this way too. She smiled up at him with soft, loving submission, and whispered, "thank you, lover."
