A brief sex scene in a dressing room at the mall. Is it rape or something else?

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to
any real events is completely accidental.

Changing Room Sex Pucer Cupper

Whistling a nameless song you stroll into the changing
room, an assortment of skirts and shirts in your hand
ready to be tried on. Still whistling you begin to
undress, oblivious to the small hole in the wall and
the eye peering through it.

As you undress you take a moment to look yourself over
in the mirror. A smile starts to spread across your
face as you examine you curves. Your hands following
the outline of your body as you think to yourself,
“Damn I look sexy. Men want me and women want to be
me.”

The eye continues to watch through the peephole,
drinking in all of the sights.

You reach over and pick out a short little skirt to try
on. Slowly you slide it on, wiggling your hips into it.
A quick glance into the mirror confirms that the skirt
fits, a bit short for public wear maybe, but only
because of the accidents that would be caused by people
staring as you sauntered past.
The skirt is removed and tossed into the maybe pile.

Slowly the door to the changing room opens. Quietly a
man enters and shuts the door behind him. Suddenly an
arm wraps around your waist and a hand covers your
mouth. “Shhhh,” the voice whispers in your ear. “Relax.
I am not going to hurt you. I’ve been watching you
through the hole in the wall and you and I are going to
have a little fun. Are you going to keep quiet?”

Eyes wide you nod your head up and down. A muffled yes
emerging from under his hand.

His rough hand removes itself from your mouth and
slowly begins to explore your body. His rough hand
slides across your chest, down your stomach and around
your thighs.

Suddenly you feel the cool touch of a knife as your bra
straps are sliced and your bra tossed on the ground.
Seconds later your panties are lying on the floor in
ribbons. A shiver runs through your body as you are
suddenly completely exposed to the air.

His rough hands slide up following the curves of your
body and encircle your breasts. Roughly he massages
your breasts and pinches your nipples. Soon your
nipples are hard, standing out defiantly from the rest
of your body. A slight moan involuntarily slips from
your lips. Quickly you bite your bottom lip to prevent
another from escaping.

The man smiles, leans in and whispers in your ear,
“Sounds like someone liked that.” He leans in even
closer and bites you gently on your neck. “Don’t worry.
You can enjoy it, I won’t tell anyone.”

One hand continues to tease your breasts while the
other hand slides down your body and comes to rest over
your crotch. One finger slides into the fold and begins
to gently work its way back and forth, managing to
softly rub your clit with each stroke. After a few
strokes you can feel your body starting to betray you.
That familiar moistness begins to build up and a wave
of pleasure starts to build in the center of your body
and expand outward. Another moan escapes your lips.

As soon as the moan escapes your mouth the finger slips
inside you and begins to slowly thrust in and out. Your
legs spread slightly and your back arches into him,
another moan escaping your lips.

The man smiles and you can hear the sound of his belt
and pants hitting the floor. He reaches up and grasps
your wrist, pulling your arm back and placing your hand
on his dick. As your hand encircles his shaft a gasp
escapes your lips as you feel the size of his shaft.
Although only slightly longer then average it is much
wider then most, so much so that it is difficult to get
your hand around.

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