There was a counter in front of the dressing rooms. I think it was where they would check the number of items you were trying on to thwart potential shoplifters. I looked around for an attendant, but there was no one about. Finally, Cassie put a finger to her lips as a signal not to make a sound and reached over the counter and grabbed a key. She winked at me and walked behind the counter, past the dressing rooms, and to the door off to the side. She used the key and let us in.
The room looked like a studio apartment. It must've been for emergencies when the manager had to stay over, and it looked like no one had visited recently. Everything was clean and in place, like a hotel room; on the far wall was a bed that had been turned down.
I looked at Cassie, puzzled; I really wasn't sure what was going on. Finally, she smiled and took off her top, setting her boobs free, swaying right in front of my face. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed my mouth to her nipple. At that moment, I forgot about everything and decided to just go with it. While I sucked her tit, she undid my pants and took them and my boxer briefs off. I felt something on my legs and tried to look, but she held my head firmly to her breast.
Something silky brushed my dick, and I felt something pressing into my ass crack. I pulled away and looked down to see she had put a silky pink thong on me. I grabbed at the waist to take them off, and she put her hands on mine. "Come on, baby," she cooed. "It's role play. Don't you want to have some fun with me?" She rubbed the silky thong against my cock, and my erection got in the way of my argument. There's a bit of irony that she massage my manhood with the panties she put on me.
Now as much as I had never thought of wearing panties, I have to admit that her rubbing my cock through them felt terrific. As I started leaking precum, she leaned into my ear and whispered, "well, I guess we have to buy these now." I began to tense up, feeling my cum starting to boil up, and she stopped suddenly. She spun me around and placed her hands on my butt. "Mmmm babe, I see why you like it when I wear thongs. Your ass looks so amazing." As she said this, she ran a finger down my crack and grazed my butthole.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, and she reached around and started stroking my cock. She took her finger away from my ass and then brought it back. This time it was slippery as she rubbed me. Caught up in the handjob, I didn't realize what was happening, and before I knew it, she pushed her finger into my ass. I started to pull away, but she dropped her hand to my balls and gave them a squeeze. I froze in pain, and she leaned into my ear again. "Don't fight me, baby, cause you can't win." Her tone was a mix of sweetness and strength, and I decided not to test her resolve.
She went back to stroking my cock and started to finger fuck me. After a couple of minutes, the sensation went from pain and intrusion to pleasure. My cock throbbed with every thrust of her finger. Cassie took notice of this immediately. "That's it, my little ass slut. Let yourself enjoy this." Her voice was back to sweet and sexy.
I was enjoying the fingering and stroking so much, it didn't register in my brain that she had called me her ass slut. When it did, I tried to determine what she meant. Was I an ass slut cause I like fucking her ass or because she was fingering mine? I heard someone moaning and then realized it was me. Embarrassed, I blushed and bit my lip to keep quiet. I think that's when she knew she had me completely in her control. I felt her hand on my back gently guide me forward, and then something warm and wet on my butthole, She grabbed my cock through the silky panties and started stroking, and just as I was starting to feel a climax build again, I felt pressure on my hole. She began stroking faster, and I felt something penetrate me. It was bigger than her finger and immediately uncomfortable. I groaned in pain as it stretched me open, and my hard-on disappeared. "Just relax, baby, just breathe and let your ass adjust to it." Her voice was soothing, and she continued stroking my cock, keeping it in that limbo state between fully erect and flaccid. It felt good, but the pain in my ass was distracting me. I took several deep breaths, and little by little, the pain subsided. After a couple more minutes, the feeling changed to that of feeling full, my body relaxed, and my erection returned better than ever. Cassie slowed her strokes down, not wanting me to finish, and pulled the beaded wand out of my ass. She began to slowly thrust it in and out of me. This time the sensations were incredible. So good that I wasn't aware of her hand on my cock. I was moaning again, louder, and I didn't care.
Cassie stopped everything. She grabbed my balls, squeezed, and pulled them away from my body to keep me from coming as she pulled the toy from my ass. It felt so good. My knees were wobbly.
She rubbed her boobs against my back and leaned into my ear. "Listen, baby, I promise I will make you feel good, and I won't do anything you don't ask me to, but" she paused to build anticipation, "but if you wanna be my slut. Well, you have to dress the part." She walked to a table and grabbed a shopping bag,
I got a bit nervous; I wasn't sure what she had in mind. I'm standing there in a pink thong. What's next? She reached into the bag and tossed it to me. Inside was a football jersey. I put it on and looked in the bag to see if there was more.
"That's it, babe." Cassie said, "So I wanna roleplay, but really role play. Not just dress up and fuck. Can you do that for me, babe?" Her tone was comforting and sexy, almost hypnotic. I nodded. She grinned from ear to ear. "Okay, here's the setup. You're the stud QB sure to be in the top five of the draft. I'm the slut cheerleader. I caught more passes than your favorite receiver. You're in the locker room after practice. You think you're alone, getting dressed after your shower. I walk in on you, and your panty secret is out." She looked me deep in the eyes. "Did you get all that?" I nodded. "Are you ready?" I nodded again. Cassie handed me my jeans and pointed me across the room. "Okay, go stand by the bed with you're back to me and act like you're getting dressed."
THE LOCKER ROOM ROLEPLAY
It had been a challenging practice, and I stayed late to get treatment. I decided to watch a film after that and was all alone in the locker room. Even the janitor had gone home. I took a shower and was getting dressed. I put on my jersey and reached into my duffel bag for some boxers, and found Jenna's (my girlfriend) thong. I snuck it away from her last time we hooked up. I held them up to my nose, breathing in her scent. Man, I love the smell of pussy. They felt so soft and silky in my hands, and I wondered how they would feel. I looked around the locker room to make sure I was alone and slowly slipped them on. They were tight but stretched to fit me barely. The silky fabric felt so good against my cock, almost enough to take my mind off the strip riding up my ass. It was both uncomfortable and pleasant. It was a strange sensation having the thong rub against my butthole, not bad, just different. My cock grew in the panties poking way out of the top f the waistband. I was lost in the sensation and taboo moment when I heard a wolf whistle behind me and froze.
Cassie Allen was the biggest slut on campus. The head cheerleader had her sights on Alex for a while, but he had always refused her advances. Finally, she made a play at his fraternity Halloween party, he was really drunk, and Jenna had gone home early to study, but no luck.
She wanted him, no needed him. He was her white whale, the big one. No man had been able to resist her, no man except Alex. She had been planning and plotting and knew his routine by heart. She knew he would stay after practice on Monday to prep for the game week, and today was the day. She was going to surprise him in the locker room and make him an offer he couldn't refuse. She dressed up in a super tight satin black cheerleader outfit she found online. The top was tight enough it barely contained her 38 DD boobs, but sheer enough, you could see all of her nipples poking out. The puffy areolas were the size of a silver dollar, and her stiff nipples were pierced with barbells. The skirt was so short it didn't cover her ass. The hem fell about halfway across her cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Contrasting the black outfit was a white thong and thigh-high stockings. She finished the look with platform stiletto heels. She was dressed to seduce. She talked the janitor into letting her in the practice facility, saying she had forgotten her backpack and needed her laptop for class. Once in, she was in, she made her way to the locker room and her prey.
There wasn't much that could shock her, but she was more than a little surprised by what she saw. The stud football player wearing a jersey and pink thong panties. She grabbed her phone out of her oversized purse, snapped a couple of pics, and then whistled at him.