She was going to see if it had the effect she thought it would on this guy.
"I… I'll wait here," the man said.
"Why? Don't you want to see how these look?" Katherine demanded. "Come inside and close the door. This is all part of our customer service. You're not going to see anything you haven't seen before, are you?" she demanded.
Before the man could answer, she was slipping out of her blouse. She carelessly tossed it to one side and turned her back as she started to undo her bra snaps. Then, she suddenly said, "Damn, I can't get this thing unfastened. Unhook me, will you?"
She felt the man's fingers fumbling on her bra strap. It took him almost a minute to get it undone. When it snapped around her body, all she said was, "Thanks." But she knew that the man had to be sweating now. The power she felt grew by leaps and bounds. She was naked to the waist and he didn't dare touch her unless she asked him to.
She undid her skirt and stepped out of it. With one liquid movement, she got out of her white cotton panties. Climbing into the nightie, she turned, and faced the man in the tiny dressing room. She hadn't bothered to tie up the front and her tits spilled out of the frilly material in a white, aroused flood.
"Oh my," she said in a mock-surprise voice. "I forgot something, didn't I?"
"Y-yes," he stammered.
"Do you want me to tie it up or just leave it like it is?" She felt a wicked glee at the man's discomfort. She glanced down and confirmed her suspicions. His prick must be of enormous size now. It pressed hard against his pants and she could see it visibly pulse. The teenager wondered what sort of a cock this guy must have. He was timid and didn't say much. And when he did, he stuttered. What size prick would a man like this have?
"Just leave it alone," she said, almost as an afterthought. "Now is this the right size for your wife or not?"
"I don't know. It… it's nice!" he blurted.
"Well, here," she said, grabbing his hands again and pulling them in to her body. "Feel! See if the material is taut enough on me so that it'll be just right for your wife's size!"
His hands tensed on her tits. She sighed and felt the delicious surge of desire race through her. But it couldn't be desire, she knew. Not for this wimp of a man. She allowed him to paw her tits for a little while, even taking her nipples and rolling them in tiny circles. Then she reached out and pulled his hands away and demanded, "Well? Is the size going to be all right?"
"Yes," he said. "But the rest. I… I don't know." His gaze lowered and took in the smooth expanse of her milky skin covering her taut belly. The furry mound of her pussy was barely visible in the cramped space between them.
She pulled his hands around her and placed them on her as. He squeezed down more firmly this time. His hands ran up and down the smooth curves of her ass and her ass cheeks slightly.
"Yes, this will be just right for her," he said. "You're just a little larger in… in all areas. You pull the material out and fill it entirely. She'd be able to wear this nicely."
"Good," said Katherine primly. She removed his hands from her ass and started to strip out of the nightie. She felt the same power over the man as she had before. But there was something else starting to build up inside her. She recognized it, and tried to deny that this was happening to her.
She was getting turned on in a big way by this entire scene. She didn't understand it. This mouse of a guy wasn't going to do anything to her. She had complete power over him. If he tried anything funny, she could always yell "Rape!" and a dozen people would stop him.
She dropped the nightie and tried to cover her pussy mound from his sight. The tiny drops of her cunt juices beading there were picking up light and refracting it back in all the colors of the rainbow. She hadn't intended to get herself this turned on by the "modeling" she was doing for him.
"Can I see the crotchless panties?" he asked in a firmer voice. "I think red is such a lovely color. And your hair is much the same as my wife's. I want to see how it looks on you."
She felt her power slowly fading. He was coming more and more into command of the situation. She flashed back to the time that Bennett had made her model the undies for the faceless buyer. She had thought it was funny to masturbate on stage. It had been about the only way she could get at them for what they forced her to do.
Katherine didn't understand her feelings or motives at all now. All she really knew was that the itch deep in her cunt was becoming unbearable. Virgin or not, she knew she was hungering for cock and lots of it.
She stepped into the panties and stood in front of the man. The cool air blowing across the top of the dressing room contrived to dip down and slither between her legs. Her hot pussy was drooling openly now and she no longer cared.
"Are these hot enough?" she asked.
His hand reached out immediately and cupped her entire pussy bulge. As he squeezed down, his middle finger parted her puffy cunt lips and thrust deep into her pussy. He wiggled the finger around in her tight, hot tunnel of love until she felt weak and watery in the knees.
She had to lean back against the wall of the booth. She nodded that she was ready for anything he cared to do to her. To hell with saving her cherry for her wedding night – she had turned herself on and now her cunt demanded that a long, virile prick sate her desires!
"Come on, fuck me good," she moaned. His wiggling finger was driving her mad with lust. "I need it so! Your cock! Your sweet, fucking prick. Give it to my cunt!"
Her fingers were as agile as the man's had been when he tried to get her out of her bra. She fumbled and struggled – until she finally got his cock out. She had to gasp in surprise when she saw it. She thought he was a mousy, insecure man – and that his prick would be only a couple of inches long.
It was a couple inches long – four times over! His eight-inch cock bucked in her hand. It was as eager as a stallion for what was about to happen.
"Oh, God, no, nooo!" she moaned.
He moved closer, his other hand moving her legs apart. She stood spread-eagled, her back against the dressing-room wall. "Guide me in," he said. "Take my prick in your hand and show me where you want it."
She didn't want to do this. She felt one part of her mind rebelling against losing her virginity in this sordid little dressing room to a man she didn't even know. That was one part of her mind.
Her body screamed for all the cock she could get.
Her body won.
Her hand trembled and shook, but she pulled strongly on the long, virile cock. She wondered how she had ever decided that this guy couldn't be well hung. She didn't have that much experience, but she knew that his prick was enormous. All her girl friends in school had talked about their boy friends' cocks and the sizes. None could compare with this huge cock.
She moaned softly as she felt the hot tip of his cock press between her oozing pussy lips. She shoved her hips down slightly and said, "For God's sake, do it fast! I need it so baaaad!"
"I'll do it as I see fit," the man told her. "This is going to be slow and gradual until we are both really hot."
"I'm ready, oh, sweet Jesus, I'm ready." She pulled even harder on his cock and felt some of the skin slip around her fingers. His cock stayed in the same position. She tensed and relaxed her cunt lips in an attempt to entice him into her pussy.
The teenager was too confused to figure out what was happening. She had started all this as a joke. The man had seemed so timid that she figured it would be easy to lord it over him. But things had changed. Now she couldn't stop. She was going to lose her cherry – and she wanted to fuck!
"Please be gentle," she sighed. "I'm a virgin."