"I thought so. You're wet. You like being ordered around like the fucking pervy bitch you are."
"No, I don't," I growled. "Fuck you. You're blackmailing me into this, you cunt."
"You can lie. But your pussy can't." She leaned forward and sank her tongue between my legs, lapping at my clit. I braced my hands harder against the walls of the cubicle, groaning harder and harder.
Just as I felt myself reaching the point of no report, the girl pulled her head and fingers out of me. I wanted it so bad, I could've screamed right there. But she picked up a pair of white cotton panties she had taken from the rack.
She unhooked them from their hanger and rolled them into a ball as she smiled up at me. "Open wide."
I obeyed and wasn't surprised when she stuffed the panties into my mouth. She pushed them in so deep, I almost gagged. Then she got a pair of nylons and wrapped them around my wrists until they hurt, and tied them into a knot.
Bound and gagged, I was starting to shiver with excitement. You know how much I like to be butch, but I never realized until that moment how good it felt to be bossed around. Sweat prickled on my forehead and my breathing around the panties in my mouth came hot and heavy.
With my body subdued, the girl plunged between my legs again. I felt her hands reach back to spread my butt open. I could sense what was coming and tried to move away, but not before her fingers found the ring hidden deep within my cheeks. I cried out as she fingered my asshole while her tongue teased my swollen clit. My boobs bounced up against the top of her head. The stubble of her crewcut scraped against the undersides like sandpaper, sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip to keep my mouth closed as the orgasm hit me, but my mouth flew open in a wail as I came all over that girl's face. She licked up my cum as it oozed out, extending the climax for a few more blessed seconds. Then my clit felt so sore that I tried to break away, but that girl kept on licking until I came again, this time so hard that it hurt. With my hands tied, I couldn't push her away, so I shoved my hips forward, breaking her liplock on my pussy.
The girl smiled up at me and slowly ran her tongue over her lips. "You don't taste too bad."
She bent down and picked up my camcorder. She tossed it onto the bench next to my quivering ankles. "Next time, be more careful with this thing."
She walked out of the change room. I frantically worked my arms until I untangled them from the nylons. With my hands free, I unhooked my tits from the hanger, yanked my pants back up, threw my shirt back on, and dashed out of the change room. I spun around in a circle, searching every aisle for that girl. But she was gone.
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