The heat melted her inside. Her tensed cunt walls tried to hang onto her cock, but the speed in and out of her aroused flesh was too much. She came again and again. And then there was a hot surge of his jism spewing into her cunt. She blasted off for a sexual high that refused to die down.
By the time the girl had recovered her senses, she discovered that she was propped against the wall of the dressing room, squatting so that his jizz leaked out of her crotchless panties. The man stood, a stupid look on his face. His prick was limp and dead now, melted by her seething hot pussy.
"I'll take the nightie – and the panties," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead. "And you're one hell of a salesman."
"Salesperson," she corrected.
"Salesperson," he replied. "Call it what you like but you can fuck like hell!"
CHAPTER SIX
Katherine could hardly believe she'd done such a thing. But the pain still lingering in her newly drilled-out pussy told her it was the, truth. She had seduced the man, thinking he would be vulnerable. And she had lit the fires of desire so hot inside her body that she couldn't bank them when the time had come.
She wasn't a virgin any longer.
That thought kept gnawing away at the young girl's mind until she wanted to scream. What had possessed her to do such a thing? Katherine couldn't believe it had happened so swiftly. She had been feeling superior to the man until he had responded. Then things had fallen apart for her. She wasn't the one in control of anything. And she had wanted him to fuck her. And he was a complete stranger. She'd never seen him before and would probably never see him again.
She leaned against one of the counters and rubbed her pussy mound. The pain inside was more like a dull ache now. But it had been singing a song of stark desire when they had been in that tiny dressing booth together. The man had had a monster of a boner, and she hadn't been strong enough to tell him to stop.
The feeling of that huge prick driving all the way up into her belly had been unique. She had never experienced anything quite like it before. There had been pain and blood and discomfort, sure, but the pleasure she got from the fucking more than offset that. She had thought that she knew all about fucking and sex and the delights it could give.
The teenager vaguely realized now that she had just scratched the surface of her own sexuality. Fucking was a lot more complex and fun than she'd ever thought it would be. The sensations created inside her pussy as his prick had fucked her were exciting, exciting in ways tongue fucking wasn't. She didn't know how to put the subtle – and not so subtle – feelings she had experienced into words.
She had been saving her precious cherry for her wedding night. It seemed like the best possible gift she could give her husband, or it had seemed that way. Now the girl wasn't so sure. It might be better to take a full range of experience into that wedding night bed. Who wanted to fuck a virgin who didn't know how to properly pleasure her man?
She had denied herself the thrill of fucking for too long. The girl hardly understood her motives for doing that, now that she had tasted the sweet thrust of a cock.
Still, she felt confusion. She wanted all the cock she could get. She wanted to learn the ways of fucking and become expert, both to pleasure her partner and to get the full measure of desire possible for herself. But guilt remained. She had tried to use that timid little man. Power had been her sole reason for trying to seduce him. That was tacky and she hated herself for it, but the end result was so pleasant.
Who could tell? She was too messed up in the head to know what her body really told her.
"Miss Sherbourne," came the cold voice. "I want to see you in my office. Right away!" Ronald Bennett's voice lashed across her mind like a whip.
She looked over her shoulder, startled. Hand slipping guiltily away from her pussy, she said, "When? When do you want me?"
"Now, damn it, aren't you listening!"
He turned and walked away from her. She didn't miss the swift act on his part as he removed one of the displays and took it with him. Katherine slowly followed, a dull dread filling her. This wasn't the time or place for her to fool around with Bennett. She was too fucked up in the head trying to sort out the way she felt.
Still, he was the boss. He controlled her employment. If she wanted to keep on earning good money, she would have to do whatever he wanted. She just hoped it wouldn't be too bad this time.
"In," he said, pointing to his office. Katherine noticed that the secretary was gone. Whether she had been tired or was just out of the office for the time being she didn't know. She suspected the woman refused to put out for Bennett and had been fired.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Bennett?" she asked, immediately regretting her choice of words. The manager only had to pass close by her, and his prick jerked and tried to turn cartwheels in his pants.
She didn't have to look behind the desk and at his crotch to know that he was sporting a hard-on right now. The way he had walked down the aisle out in the store told her he was acutely uncomfortable. The only thing that could do that to Bennett was a raging boner.
"Put these on. I want to see how the new look appears on a flesh and blood model." He held out the lingerie he had taken from one of the display dummies. For a moment, Katherine froze in fear – she didn't know if she really wanted to put on the frilly black garter belt and black net stockings or not.
"Wh-where's the rest?" she stuttered.
"This is it. What else should there be?"
"A bra," she said slowly. "And maybe panties. This is a mighty skimpy outfit."
"You don't say," the man leered, enjoying this little confrontation with the girl.
She got mad then and took the garter belt and black mesh stockings. "I suppose you want me to change right here."
"Of course. No need going all the way out to the department when you have all the privacy you need right here – my secretary's got the day off and no one will disturb us."
She began undressing slowly. She turned her back, but the man didn't seem to care. She knew what kind of a perverted thrill he could get out of this striptease. While she wasn't sure, she suspected he had been jerking off when she was "modeling" the nightie and crotchless panties for his mysterious buyer.
Shedding her blouse, she carefully folded and draped it over the back of the chair. Her bra followed. She stepped from her skirt and glanced down at her white cotton panties. A tiny blood spot remained on the crotch, the last reminder of her lost virginity. Katherine almost wanted to laugh. Bennett thought he was getting unused merchandise. Little did he know that she'd given up her cherry just hours ago to some man she didn't even know. Better to a stranger than to this stinking son of a bitch!
She wiggled out of her panties. She heard the sharp intake of breath as her naked buttocks were exposed to the man's lascivious gaze. The teenager felt a surge of embarrassment and she flushed. She knew that this was only adding to the man's enjoyment and she hated herself for allowing such a show of weakness. She hated herself for not being strong enough to tell Bennett to go fuck himself.
"Very good. I like seeing you naked. You have such a fine body. Good tits. Ah, the nipples are growing harder, aren't they? With lust? For me?"
"It's cold in here. Especially if you don't have on any clothes, Mr. Bennett."
He laughed harshly. "It'll get a lot hotter. I've been watching you for a couple of days now, wondering what it would be like fucking that virgin twat of yours. I decided the time was ripe to find out. Hurry and get into that garter belt. And put the stockings on slowly."