"You think your clothes make you better than me, Miss Stuckup?""No," she managed to squeak."Then take 'em off. Hurry," I urged. "I'm not fucking playing. Do I look like I'm playing?""No," she said, her eyes pleading. Her top was off already, and soon her skirtlay in a puddle at her feet. She stood in front of me blushing and I stared at her in disbelief. She was wearing garters and stockings, panties on outside the garters. I knew in that instant it was her husband who had the money.I fingered one of her garters, sweat had broken out on her brow, as she vainly tried move away from me. "Are you some kind of whore Miss Stuckup?""No," she whispered. "I'm ahh- married . . . and my husband.""Likes you to slut for him?""Please," she begged. "What do you want?""I want you to take off your bra and panties bitch. Now do it, or I'll scream rape, I swear it!"She took off her bra first. Her breasts were large, but fake. A nice Beverly Hills job though. She slid her panties off, and hid her sex behind her hand."Not so much better than me now, are you Miss Fake Boobies?"She shook her head again. "Please what do you want?" she begged, her cheeks burned a bright crimson, as tears welled in her eyes.Instead of feeling guilty, I honestly felt like laughing and had to do my best to give her a mean angry look. "Move your hand. What are you hiding, you don't think I haven't seen a pussy before?"She moved her hand and I was momentarily speechless. Her sex was a smooth as silk. Damn, what women will do to keep a rich husband."Wow, it's smooth," I said in awe. "I reached down to touch her, to see if it was really as smooth and soft as it looked. She moved to stop me. "You know better," I warned and she withdrew her hand. I touched her and met no resistance. Her pussy was amazingly soft, without a hint of stubble. I also discovered that she was also . . . growing quite wet."Amazing," I said, still rubbing her. "Do you wax it?""No, oh, I ah - it was ah - laser.""I'm turning you on, huh? You fuck an old guy I bet, but you like girls, don't you? Huh, Miss Stuck-up, you like girls?""No-ah!" she gasped."Little girls? Is that it, you like young girls?""No, oh God, please stop," she begged. Though she shook her head no, her she opened her legs wider. Her pussy was positively gushing and her nipples grew erect.I heard the outside door to the dressing room open and there was a knock on the door to our stall. "Is everything okay?" the saleswoman asked.I could feel Miss Stuckup tense in my hands. I could smell her arousal and I could almost hear her thinking. This could be her last chance for help, but what could she do, with me behind her, my finger delving into her sex. How could she explain it?"No," Miss Stuckup said. "I'm fine. I ah I ah need tough- be left alone ah - while I'm changing if you don't mind."As soon as the door closed again, my fingers sped. Her pussy made wet smacking sounds as I fucked three fingers into her sex, rubbing her clit with my thumb."Please stop- ah- oh -please don't do this," she gasped. And yet, she spread her legs, making herself all the more available to me, bracing herself on the wall with her hands for support."Now let's get back to business," I said, as I pushed a finger in her ass. "Do you like young girls, baby, is that it?" I had my hands full now, filling her from the front and back."No- ugh - no, oh God," she gasped. "Please stop."So I did, but I kept my fingers inside her to keep her manageable, but I didn't move them. Then inspiration hit. "You don't like young girls, you want to be a young girl, don't you? That's why you have a bald puss, isn't it?"She shook her head, tossing tears left and right."What's your name?" I asked."Diana - ahhhh- Diana.""Well, Daina-ahh Diana, that's an awfully big name for such a little girl, I think I'm gonna call you Dee-Dee for short, is that okay with you?""Yes - ugh," she whimpered."Yes, Miss Lisa," I corrected."Ahh, yes Miss Lisahhh,"See what happens next inside Lesbian Domination.... You won't be disappointed |