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I’M SHOPPING AT FASHION Valley Mall with Arthur and Logan. I’m dressed in heels, looking fly, and getting tons of looks from everyone at the mall.
It feels nice to be noticed. I understand it could easily be the tall, hunky men at my sides drawing everyone’s attention, but that doesn’t really matter to me.
We go into Macy’s, Banana Republic—all the usual suspects.
It’s at Nordstrom’s where things get hairy.
I’m trying on dresses, looping a stack of them over Arthur’s sturdy forearm. “Who knew you were such a great coat hanger, Art?”
He smiles at me. “I live to serve, ma’am.”
“And serve you do. So, so well.”
Logan says, “You seem chipper after this morning. I thought we’d broken you for a second.”
I blush and cross through the rack to another one. Lift a dress, frown at the off-color striped pattern, and put it back. Move onto the next one. “Nothing can keep me down, boys. You’ll learn.”
“Except for Arthur’s hand on your neck on the table.”
My face is warm as hell. Did they turn the heater on in here? “Yeah, except for that.”
I hurry away across the aisle, my heels clacking on the linoleum.
Nordstrom’s is rather dead in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday, which I like.
After buying a few things, we go to the in-store restaurant and I order a Nordy Burger. It’s delicious, and the boys watch me eat, polishing off a couple French Dips themselves.
“Ready to go?” Logan asks.
“Not even close,” I say deviously, and then take them back down to the stalls. “I want to try on some more things.”
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
Men hate shopping. It’s in their nature.
I get a couple more dresses and head over to the fitting room.
Once I get there, Arthur shoves his hands in his pockets and Logan crosses his arms at his narrow chest. They wait at the front, watching me go down the hall.
I pull the curtain aside and wander in. Then I hum to myself.
Their faces light up when they see me poke my head out. “There’s no one else back here,” I say, eyes narrowing, lips tugging into a smirk. “If you two gentlemen would like to help me try on these dresses?”
They look at each other, smile, and hurry over.
When we’re all stuffed in the dressing room, I don’t even have the first dress off the hanger before Arthur’s pulling my clothes off.
I giggle like a schoolgirl.
Logan’s hands caress my ass cheeks, beneath my underwear.
Arthur strips down and I hiss at him, “Arthur!”
There’s barely enough room for the three of us in here. There’s definitely not enough room for the three of us plus Arthur’s mammoth cock.
But there’s no stopping it.
He’s impatient, cock rigid and jutting out from between his muscled thighs.
Logan chuckles. “Two can play at that game.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his stretchy pants and lowers them. His long rock rockets and sways in the air, hard as a fucking steel beam.
I gawk at the two of them. “Oh my, boys.”
Arthur hoists me off the ground and I laugh as I wrap my legs around his body. It’s a tumble of clothes and limbs and voices.
“Shh,” I scold with a smile, “we’ll get caught!”
“So?” Logan says. He’s behind me, lining his cock up with my asshole, while Arthur spreads my cheeks for me.
God, these boys work fast.
Arthur plants me on his cock and my mind goes numb.
I roll my head back on my neck, into Logan’s lips, and moan as I sink on Arthur’s turgid length. So fat and thick, spreading every part of me open.
Warmth filters through my rear as Logan drills his cock into my asshole.
They have me double-penetrated in less than three minutes in the fitting room. The clothes are a long-forgotten afterthought on the floor in a heap.
The boys bounce me on their cocks, seesawing my body like I’m nothing but a cheap sex toy. My voice lilts and carries through the hall, into the department store.
I hear footsteps and purse my lips shut.
Arthur doesn’t stop rocking me on his cock.
It takes everything inside me not to make a peep.
My tits are flattened against his face, which is stuffed between them. Dirty boy. My arms are draped around his neck, pulling him close into my chest to shut him up.
The footsteps stop and a curtain rasps open and closed.
There’s someone right next door.
I hear the buckle of a belt. The sifting sound of pants falling.
Logan slams his cock deep into my ass and I let out a long, guttural drawl. I bite into Arthur’s shoulder to keep from shouting.
The orgasm is quick and furious, ripping through me seconds later. My whole body jiggles between the two men, trembling with curling toes against Arthur’s broad back.
“Hello?” a voice asks next to us. It sounds like a young woman. “What’s going on over there?”
She sounds very prim and proper.
Arthur plants me deeper on his cock. My ass is billowing between them, weighing them down, not even parallel with my own body.
If he doesn’t tighten up, he’s going to drop me.
I gasp for breath.
“Are you . . . doing what I think you’re doing in there?” the girl asks.
The curtain next to us opens and closes again.
“M-Mind your own business, honey,” I groan.
“That’s not allowed in here!” The girl scoffs.
I can tell she’s standing right outside our stall.
“Don’t—don’t do it, sweetie!” I yell.
Arthur and Logan pummel me in unison and I feel another explosive orgasm riding my spine. It flutters through me, sending tingles through my entire body.
The curtain whips open.
Arthur is closest to it—his back to the curtain—and he abruptly spins around and to the side—
Baring my entire front side to an appalled, shock-stricken young woman who looks little more than a college student.
She’s staring at my huge tits bouncing, my ass rising and falling on Logan’s cock as his wiry, tattooed arms desperately try to hold my voluptuous body aloft in the air from behind, his hands hooking at my knees.
My whole body bounces.
“Oh God—” I croak, nipples pebbling as I stare down at the aghast young lady.
She’s a cute girl.
Logan drives once more into my ass, gaping me—
And I squirt like a fire hydrant, crying out, “Oh fuuuck, Logan!” at the same time.
My juices jet through the air and splatter all over the girl’s face and hair.
She yelps—screams—and rubs her hands through the stickiness coating her adorable cheeks.
“Oh my God!” she cries, tears mingling with my juices. “This is illegal! This is sexual assault!”
Logan lowers me and I tremble on shaky legs. I put my hands on her shoulders, my face crazed with lust. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, honey.”
Then I yank the curtain closed and reach down to pick up the nearest dress.
Thirty seconds later, the three of us are clothed, barreling out of the stall, running at a full sprint.
I catch sight of the girl talking to a Nordstrom’s worker, explaining her unbelievable tale.
She points at the three of us bolting down the aisle.
I’m cackling like a maniac, losing my mind to the rush of adrenaline and the public indecency of it all.
We flood out of Nordstrom’s, cut away to the parking lot, and make it to my SUV, where we collapse in a pile, hysterically laughing.