"Well what do you think?"
"Fantastic!" and in the next moment, he had whipped out his stiffening cock.
"Blair!" she hissed, "We can't!! Not in Bloomingdale's!"
"Why not?"
"What if we get caught?"
"We won't!"
"We'll go to jail!"
"Nonsense!"
"We will!"
"I'll simply buy you all of this stuff! Valerie darling, there is no law about not fucking in Bloomingdale's! One may not steal, eat, drink or smoke, but nowhere, nowhere in this vast, retail empire, does it say that one may not fuck! Now come over here and let me get at your pussy!" and he grabbed her.
She put up a little struggle, but secretly, she loved it. What could be more forbidden and more fun, than making it in the dressing room at Bloomingdale's?
Allowing him to embrace her, her hands found his rigid pole and began to rub furiously.
"Just don't come all over this red satin! And for God's sake, don't tear the panties!"
He pulled up the nightgown to expose her beautifully clad, red satin crotch, which had charming tufts of her blonde pussy hair peeping out and grabbed the elastic of the leg holes.
"I'll by you a new pair, of panties every day! And I'll rip these off, I'll rip them all off!" and with those words, the fifteen dollar red satin garment was ripped in two and flung aside.
"Blair!" she breathed, loving every minute it.
His hands ran up and down her legs in their silky casings and occasionally touched her wet little box.
She turned and helped him out of his three piece summer suit, heedless of how her careless handling was wrinkling the garments. She was a pussy on fire and she wanted the deep, hot satisfaction of penetration by his glorious tool.
Whirling her around so that she faced away from him, he began to fondle her tits through the seductive red satin of her night dress. In the long mirror, he could see her nipples stiffen and grow hard as his tense, insistent fingers rubbed and pulled.
The satin hissed and whispered their passion, making odd, almost human noises as he caressed her arched body through it.
In the mirror, he was able to watch the progress of his own hands as he touched her, enjoying how large and powerful they were. Although Val's tits were huge, one hand could cover one of those quivering jugs. He loved to watch her face, too, as it grimaced with heated passion. As he fondled her body, her throbbing chest with the taut inflated breasts and the open, spread coral mass of her pussy, her head rolled back and her face became a mask of unadulterated lust. He loved this power over her and loved too this woman's ability to surrender herself so completely to her passion.
He watched with mounting ardor her writhing, twitching form in the mirror as her now concentrated both hands on her inflamed split, pinching the drenched lips together and attacking the red button of her clit.
Her ass wriggled against his stiff manhood, causing to it grow harder with each spasm and shudder.
He moved one hand from her cunt to her asshole, fingering the tiny pink orifice in time to his rhythm in her slick cunt. Soon, it opened, like the new flowers in the spring: shyly at first, but gradually relaxing more and more under his skilled hands.
With unexpected force, he pushed her over, so that her ass was sticking up in the air, the cheeks spread in a welcoming invitation. Her full tits hung down and he could see them swing and sway in the mirror.
Using both hands now, he stimulated her asshole, bending to kiss and lubricate it with his darting, hot tongue. She put both of her hands on the floor to steady herself, as he continued with excited probing of her anal canal.
When it was wet, slick and open, he stuck the tip of his fat prick against it. Valerie shuddered, for she had never let a man stick it there before.
"Be careful!" she urged.
The sight of his naked sweating body in the mirror aroused Blair's passions to a fevered pitch. Valerie's golden submissive form before him, his own massive spear aimed directly at her virgin asshole, he stood there in his glory, feeling like a God.
He lifted her up by the hair, so that she too was able to watch what was happening in the mirror. "Look, baby, look," he commanded softly, "I'm fucking your ass, Valerie! Fucking your sweet little cherry hole! I want you to watch, I want you to see it as my cock slides in and out of your hole. Now look!!" and he pressed into her even further, causing her to wince with the pain, but nonetheless, her eyes were riveted to the reflected image on the wall in front of them.
She was able to see the base of his cock and to watch as the amount exposed grew smaller and smaller as he slid his dick further and further into the tight, untouched canal. Tears welled up in her eyes as the enormous tool stretched and finally tore at the delicate inner tissues.
"Ah, it hurts, oh Blair, please, please stop it, you're hurting me so much!" But Blair was not about to stop, not now, when he was almost all the way into that tight, hot, hole. He gave a final shove and felt something give. A bubble of blood emerged and then burst.
Valerie was crying so hard that she could barely stand. Blair gently petted her long hair and bronzed back, but he wouldn't give up his cruel hold on her aching asshole. "Just relax, baby and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Val. Just surrender it all to me and I'll make you feel just great!" and he started to rock his hips, shoving his dick in and out. The fit was tight and perfect. Her blood had helped ease the way and soon he was ramming it in and out with ease.
Meanwhile, unknown to either Blair or Valerie, there was someone else who was enjoying her pain. Behind the wall of the front mirror, instead of another dressing room was a small, concealed chamber. The mirror was, in fact, a two way mirror, so that behind it, stiff dick in hand, was a tall husky black security guard named Bernard Brown.
As a way of preventing crime, Bloomingdales and many other New York department stores, employed this trick of two-way mirrors. The guards would sit behind them and watch to make sure that no one was stealing the clothes he or she tried on.
The guards all traded off the chance to sit behind the magic mirrors and of course, the lingerie department was considered quite a prize. Usually, the lucky man was treated to some spectacular sights: bronze beauties stripping and parading around the small room, tits exposed and asses jiggling! Every now and then, some woman, excited by her own reflection, would masturbate in front of the mirror, in eager anticipation of her husband or lover's caress.
It was a standard joke that the floor was always slightly sticky in these chambers. Today, it would be especially so. Bernard Brown felt that he had hit the jackpot. Not only was this white chick a real knockout, but she had brought some white dude in with her! This was too good to be true! His dick was out as soon as Valerie had removed her clothes and as the couple starting fucking, he thought that he was seeing stars!
He got the rhythm from Blair and soon, his own hand was beating off his throbbing black dick in perfectly timed and measured ecstasy! He marveled at the way the seemingly tiny hole could stretch and accommodate that white tool; Bernard had to admit with admiration that the white guy's dick was big, as it shot in and out, in and out, the white girl had cried at first, but now it looked as if she was just loving it! He could see that her nipples were hard and her boobs looked as if they might burst from the whole thing. Her ass was getting all red from the stimulation and so was her face.
He was about to come, he could see his own dick swell mightily to its full seven and a half inches, as he pounded away at the big, uncircumcised head. Suddenly, though, he stopped and decided that he wanted to join them. Now was the perfect time, because the white guy had his hand over his girl's mouth so that no one would hear her moans and little yelps.
He pushed open the door with a bang, so that Blair and Valerie were confronted by the massive, six foot four figure who was wildly jerking off his own fat dick.