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CHAPTER NINE

"May I help you?" voluptuously curved Dawn Peters asked of a young dark-haired man who had been looking at the nightgowns for some time now with a lost expression on his face. "Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked helpfully, leaning her elbows against the sales counter. She could tell as she bent over that the young man's eyes had briefly fed on the lewd sight of her hugely billowing titties pressing sensuously against the low neckline of her dress. She could have sworn that even though he must have been as old as she, he had blushed momentarily at the sight.

Lord, it was absolutely absurd to tease all of her male customers in such an obscene manner, but she just couldn't help herself any more. Ever since Sheik Abdullah had raped her, she had not been the same. It was as though suddenly something had been let free in her body – almost like a gate opening within her that let all of the licentious feelings she had ever had express themselves freely and not be hidden and trapped by the old-fashioned morals that had been pounded into her head since childhood. She had thought that once she had been fucked a few times – and she had really been fucked – that her voracious appetite would disappear and be replaced by a more normal sense of need for cock. But that had not happened at all. In fact, she'd gotten worse; the more cock she got, the more cock she wanted until it got so that her poor little pussy was just hot and tingly and ready for fucking all the time. If that were not bad enough, she found herself dragging out her old short skirts and altering her sweaters and blouses in order to show off her tits and ass like some Goddamn whore. Now, here she was flirting outrageously and showing off her huge tits to another customer, the thought of how obscene it might be to the young man making her pussy tingle all the more. He certainly was a handsome young man and he probably had a cock to match that good-looking face.

"Well, I… uh… am looking for a nightgown… for my wife." He avoided looking at her eyes as though buying a lady's nightgown embarrassed him.

"We have a number of very nice looking gowns over against that wall over there," she said smiling as she came out from behind the counter and walked by him, careful to brush her sensuously curving hips against his thigh.

The young man didn't seem to know what to do about her lewd advances, but followed her over to the clothing rack.

"These are very comfortable flannel gowns," she said deliberately, knowing that the last thing in the world that a young man like him wanted for his wife was a high-necked flannel gown.

"Well, actually…" He cleared his throat. "I was thinking more along the lines of a negligee. You see, we've just been married, and my wife isn't…" He stopped suddenly and colored as he realized what he had been about to say.

"… a very good fuck," Dawn finished for him and met his startled young eyes with her own sensuously lidded ones. "You thought that maybe you could liven things up a bit in bed by buying her the most sexy nightgown you could find. Am I right?"

"Yeah, she can't ever seem to get herself in the mood to fuck around, you know? So I thought that maybe I could get something that would get her started, you know, so that we could both cum together."

"You poor dears. You just leave it up to old Dawn. She'll get you both so hot you'll be fucking like animals every chance you get. You just follow me." She winked at the astounded young man and turned from him with a swish of her short skirts and a momentary glimpse of her smoothly curved, panty-clad asscheeks.

Stopping at a rack of sheer, diaphanous negligees, she flicked through them quickly, stopping at a soft, luscious looking lavender gown with black lace trim, almost like the one that Glen had given her.

"How does this strike you?" She held it up to her own sensuous curves.

The dark-haired husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at it and she could see the now clearly outlined bulge of his cock straining against his pants.

"It's really beautiful!" His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head.

"What's your wife's size?"

"Gee, I don't know what size she is. Does it matter in a nightgown?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it does. I'll tell you how we'll solve this problem. You look around the department and tell me if there are any women in here who are the same height as your wife."

The young husband looked around carefully and then shook his head. "No one is her size here, except maybe for you."

"Well, good, that's a start." She placed the gown up against her body again. "Now, how about her titties? Are they as large as mine?" She held the lavender material tightly against her, showing the full outline of her hugely billowing tits.

"That's about right too," he said, avoiding her eyes, though she knew he was paying a hell of a lot more attention to her than he should to judge by the bulge of his cock that was growing steadily bigger in his pants.

"Then all we have to do, to make sure that you like it, is for me to try it on for you." She smiled sweetly, holding the see-through material even closer to her curvaceous body.

She led him out off the main floor and into the little hallway of the private dressing rooms. She knew that if she could get him inside and the door shut, it would be just as though they were in her own apartment.

She could hardly wait for him to fuck her, and she knew he would because she had gotten him so hot he would do anything.

Ooooooohhh! She could hardly wait to feel a man's cock fucking up into her pussy again. It had only been one week since she had been balled by Glen and Warren, and later she and the cleaning girl and Glen had all fucked each other, and only two nights ago they had all gotten together again and had a wild orgy in Glen's yard! Oh God, it had all been so wonderful! She had never hoped to repeat it, but now she realized that for her it would always be wonderful, and that seducing this young husband would be as good a fuck as her double-fuck had been then.

"Now you wait out here until I've changed into the gown. I'll let you in when I have." She playfully nicked the collar of his shirt and shut the door on his flushed face. Once inside, she quickly threw her clothes off, until she was stark naked. She took the gown off the hanger and drew it over her head and then slipped her arms into the sleeves of the matching robe. She turned toward the dressing room mirror and let her eyes sensually caress the ivory outline of her nakedly voluptuous body through the transparent folds of the negligee. Her huge sensuously throbbing titties encased in lavender and black lace made her whole body tremble with desire. But it was the milky white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, coppery curls began to sprinkle over her cunt mound that invariably fired her excitement.

God, a completely unknown young stranger was going to fuck her right here in the dressing room in a negligee he was going to buy for his wife!

A stimulating little twinge raced through her, and she opened the dressing room door, putting her head out. She held the negligee to her voluptuous curves and stepped behind the door to let him in.

"Ma'am? I… do you think this is a good idea?"

For a moment Dawn stared at him in surprise. "Well, my goodness. Let me assure you that this is nothing unusual. I do it for all of my customers." Her knuckles were regaining their color now as she loosened her fist-tight grip on the door, hoping the young husband wouldn't back out of this before they even got started. Maybe he wasn't quite sure of what was going on yet. She would have to be more explicit.

"Won't you come in, sir, and have a look at this negligee… to be sure you'll like it for your wife."

"Oh, no, I think that maybe I ought to stay here. I can see how it looks just as well from out here in the hall."

"Don't be silly," said the young salesgirl, impetuously touching his arm. "Come on in here and take a look. You want to be sure it will work, don't you?"

The young husband looked anxious, but God, with a negligee-clad saleswoman asking him to come into a dressing room to see something he was going to buy…

"Okay, if you insist… I would like to see what it looks like on," he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one tit trembling softly under the lavender gown covering her and raising a sparkling little ripple across her belly. In response, the young woman pulled the hardly adequate negligee around her nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as though he were a school boy. He'd noticed the soft, erotic contact, too!

She gestured toward the dressing room chair as she stood in front of the mirror. He sat down uncomfortably. God, she felt certain his deep blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her barely covered, near-naked body, imagining what lay underneath the diaphanous material. Or… or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She turned a few pirouettes for him, letting the lavender folds of the robe and gown float away from her voluptuous body, giving him a clearer view of her generous tits and ass, and all the while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his mind.

This was crazy, the young husband thought, being here in a private dressing room with a gorgeous salesgirl who had brought him in here for one reason and one reason only, to fuck! He knew it was wrong, but she was so fucking beautiful. And he'd seen her nearly naked tits and ass when she turned around for him to see the negligee. She had nothing on at all underneath. Man, she had to know he could see her nakedness just the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a minute ago.

He tried to keep his eyes above where the deep-necked negligee robe had fallen part-way open over her huge tits. Fuck! He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one cone where it began to swell out from her chest. That, coupled with the voluptuous curves just barely visible beneath the lavender mist of the gown, was darn near driving him crazy with lust.

Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her whitely billowing tits to him as she touched his chest lightly. "Well, what do you think? How does it look?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his chest like branding irons.

"I like it," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I… think its the most beautiful nightgown I've ever seen!"

"What is it exactly that you like about it?" she asked, standing in front of the mirror again.

He hesitated a moment, not quite sure he should really tell her why he liked it so well on her, but in the end, he decided that she wouldn't have asked if she didn't want to know. "I think I like the way it makes my cock lurch when I look at you wearing it."

"That's beautiful, darling!" Dawn exclaimed, clutching at his hand, the smooth hardness of it as intoxicating to her as the feel of a cock in her cunt. God, he was a beautiful young man. The feel of his hard young body near her was creating blinding shocks of incredible violence in her pussy. God Almighty, she had to have him fuck her, she had to! "Tell me again why you like the gown?" She studied his expression.

"Well… it makes me feel like throwing you on the floor and fucking you silly." Hearing his own rasping reply, he realized he'd never been so fucking keyed up in his whole life, and his painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a pole.

Oh man, what should he do? She was coming on to him about as subtly as an earthquake and so was the conversation, and he wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to fuck her, but images of his sweet young wife kept coming to his mind.

"Yes, I can see where a man would feel that way about it," she said in a reflective tone, and she pulled out the folds of the robe and let it slip softly to the floor where it fell in a light lavender puddle at her feet. The gown was even more transparent than the robe, it was almost as if she were naked.

"Does it really turn you on?" Dawn half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue slip out to run over her lushly heated lips. He said something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as she leaned down toward the young dark-haired husband. Then, without even thinking, she reached out for his hand and slowly put it inside the sheer lavender material, pressing it against her sensuously throbbing tit.

"Your wife must be very happy with a man like you as a husband," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the faint scent of his aftershave lotion. "She must be very happy indeed."

The dark haired husband could only gape at her. She was holding his hand tight against the softly trembling warmth of her naked tit, and he wondered crazily if the huge mound might not burn a hole right into his palm. Christ! He didn't know what to think, let alone do! Her naked tit right in his hand! Jesus, oh Jesus! She was the kind of woman every guy on the street would give his balls just to touch. Oh, Jesus, he'd never been so turned on in his whole life, and if he didn't keep a lid on the explosion, he just might blow his wad right there in the dressing room and ruin everything.

Dawn found her own use of words catching in her throat. God, she'd never done anything the equal of this in her life, even with the little cleaning girl, but it was a bit late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't it? What should she do with him? Ooooohhh… did she want to suck him? He was so handsome and his cock must be absolutely gorgeous.

"You haven't really answered me, darling. Is your wife as happy with you as I would be?" she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.

"I… I guess so…"

"Do you want me to tell if you make her happy?"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple working rapidly. "Yes, if you want to…!"

The licentiously flushed young salesgirl sensed a chill of rapture prickle over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge at the front of his pants. She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped one hand down to touch his cock with an exploring, caressing feel, whispering, "Ah, yes, you do want me happy, darling. I can tell by how hard your cock is!"

The young husband gasped, his muscular body uncontrollably jerking at the contact of her caressing hand on his painfully jerking prick. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace the elongated outline of his throbbing cock with a gentle touch, the sudden fear that he might cum right there in his shorts sending a shudder through him.

"Wh-what're you going to do?" he blurted like a young boy, writhing excitedly beneath her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.

"I'm going to suck your cock for you," the near-naked salesgirl whispered huskily, dropping to her knees in front of him and gently spreading his legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. "You want to fuck, and I want to fuck!" She looked up at him, her frenzied eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You… you do want to screw me, don't you?"

"Yes, you know I do!"

She caught hold of both of the young husband's hands and placed them inside the lavender film of the negligee, molding them to her hotly tingling tits as she knelt between his legs. She untied the string around her neck that held, the gown up, so that any slight tug would make it fall to the ground, then she began to unzip his fly. Unbuttoning the pants at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them down, then she began to work her hand inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead of lowering them immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the heavily pulsing cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic hairs of his lean loins.

"Oh… oh damn!" he groaned; his hands excitedly clutching her heatedly quivering tits.

"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he did, revealing the climactic delight of his cock and balls completely exposed to her in their own hugely throbbing state. God, what a beautiful cock! It was so long and so thick, yet white and unscarred, almost like a child's cock. And his cum-filled balls, a virtue-destroying sight to any normal, red-blooded American woman. He was breathtaking! His wife was a damn lucky woman.

A tiny droplet of pearllike pre-cum juice clung to his prick's tipped slit, glistening in the fluorescent light shining down from the ceiling, and Dawn thought she had never seen anything so lovely. Nothing could describe it, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that elusive drop.

Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste buds, and her cock-hungry pussy began to spontaneously gush its own hot juices.

"Holy shit!" the young husband gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-eagled position, watching the redheaded salesgirl's warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his cock taking its entire pulsing head into the soft liquid heat of her mouth. It couldn't be happening… a salesgirl sucking his cock! But she was. Goddamn, yes, swallowing it right up into her buttery mouth while he clutched her huge beautiful tits, and her long auburn hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!

He grunted uncontrollably and thrust his lean, muscular loins in a responsive action upward at her wetly ovalled lips. He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as she sucked back up off of it. Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her hot tongue lashing and caressing as she nursed its virilely throbbing hardness. He watched, lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in a little bit more of his prick until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat. God, his wife couldn't do that!

Against his clutching hands he felt the warm throbbing softness of her tits overflowing his fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and down above his cock, the greedily sucking cavern of her mouth like a vacuum syphoning the depths of his balls. He was going to cum soon if she didn't stop, because he had never felt anything like this, not even with his wife! Slipping it into his wife's tight cunt was wild, he'd thought, but to have his prick sucked by a beautiful girl… a woman like this salesgirl – a total stranger. Oh Christ, she was cupping his cum-filled balls with one warm hand, gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, as if she were milking them.

"Uuuuuugggghhhhh… I'm going to cum… pretty soon now…!" he groaned, feeling the hot, boiling torment deep in his groin and belly. "Let me fuck my cock into your cunt!"

"Uhn uhn…!" she grunted negatively around his huge cock that filled her voraciously sucking mouth. And then she began to work harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for. Holy shit! Did she want him to cum right down her throat?

Dawn's excited belly and cunt were an inferno of intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act. She was filled with thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his anonymity and her forbidden seduction of him could fire to such a heated point. The delicious beauty of his prick was sweeping her toward the wildest cum she could possibly have imagined. She almost smiled and did, inwardly, at the offer of his to fuck her. God, what did he think she was madly working her ass off for, if not for the gushing hotness of his cum juices flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? Ooooohhh, just the lust-pleasing thought was enough.

The ardently sucking young salesgirl's erotic sensations churned inside her belly at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, and she reached down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to fuck a finger deep into the reddish fuzzy flesh between her hotly quivering pussylips.

Oooooo… it felt so good! The redheaded salesgirl tensed to the caressing strokes of her own erotically fucking finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clit as more intensified feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body. Ooooooo, it was so beautiful. If only fucking could go on for ever. But God, she had to hurry now. The girls out at the desk might start to wonder where she'd disappeared to.

The young husband gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the red-haired young salesgirl sucking his huge cock, his brain enveloped in a semicoma of lust. She was still milking his cum-laden balls with her little white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every upsuck. He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, fucking his lip-stretching prick up and into her beautiful, lust-contorted face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder. He saw her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own cunt. Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then the salesgirl was nipping his sensitive cockhead with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with new sensations. Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her scraping suck and a plum-purple at its heavily pulsing tip! Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of his prick vanished between her wet lips, his cockhead going right back into her hungrily working throat.

Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock tip vibrate and jerk. He squeezed and pulled at her ecstatically trembling titties, those hard little nipples, and then he sensed it, the gnawing rage deep in his cum-laden balls.

He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he could see her lovely, perspiring face, her lips stretched wide and stuffed full of his wetly glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious ruby lips being pulled out, their wet inner flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating cock as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her obscene sucking. He screwed his loins up tighter to her eager face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out!

"Agggghhh… here… here! Fuck! It's cumming… suck it… ooooohhhhhhh!" he blurted, writhing his lean muscular hips as he tangled his hands in her long, dangling red tresses to hold her there, while the hot scalding cum erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her voraciously sucking mouth.

His frantic cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding Dawn's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy juices that bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt. Passionately she swallowed, moaning around his frantically erupting cock, as her fingers furiously fucking into her own widespread cunt set off her own insane, mind-reeling cum! She fucked her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her hungrily devouring pussy. In a complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clit while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his now rapidly deflating prick, at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips to wipe the warm white remnants away.

"That was wonderful!" she half-whispered, her exposed naked body revealed to him, her whitely billowing tits rising and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous cum.

He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her sultry eyes level with his in an unashamed, open expression as they searched his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too. Man, she was some hell of a woman, all right, the kind a guy could fall ass over arm in love with! She was beautiful, all of her, every inch! Suddenly, he almost wished he weren't married, because this little salesgirl would make one hell of a wife.

"You're wonderful," he said tenderly and stroked her copper-red hair. "I think that nightgown will look fantastic on my wife."

She smiled up at him sleepily, and he knew then that no matter how well it looked on his wife, it would never look as good as it had on the beautiful salesgirl who had sucked his cock five ways to China this afternoon!