On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2 - Sex Stories

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2

... her exploration of this new look through her reflection in the mirror from behind. He remained close, enjoying every moment of her touching, tickling, and smiling at her image. He slowly crept up closer behind her and produced some makeup: red lipstick and mascara. Facing in her direction, towards the mirror, Nathan moved his arms around her, placing these items in her hands. "Put this on," he instructed softly in her ear, making her loins quiver, as she felt aroused by his touch and whispering in her ear. As she carefully applied both the black mascara and deep red lipstick, warms strokes of Nathan's breath could be felt on her nape, as he stared at her in the mirror. He wanted her and she knew it. "You look amazing," he said. "Exactly the way I want you to look." Michelle managed a smile, and although her nervousness had simmered down with some clothing back on, she felt more exposed than ever before. Nathan was staring at her hungrily, with his hands fixed on his belt, and began to undo the buckle. "Come with me," he said, reaching out his arm for her to follow him, and led her to the front of the store. The common areas of the mall had now dimmed, only lit by minimal lighting for cleaners and security guards. "Let's go up here," he pointed towards the mannequins' display platform. Michelle wanted to hesitate, but her desire to please him had grown too strong. Clicking the heels as she walked off the carpeted area of the store, she stepped up onto the tiled display ...

... floor, protruding like a small solarium outward, into the mall; a showplace for anyone to see that walked by. Nathan motioned for her to walk in between the mannequins, and stand against the bullet-proof glass windows, encasing the display. "Place both of your hands on the glass, and stay still." She could hear the belt buckle loosing, the belt thrown carelessly to the floor. With his pants pushed down, he moved up from behind her, pushing the pleats in the back of her skirt higher, where there was nothing underneath. "Open your legs, please," he whispered, and she complied. Beneath her skirt, he gripped her waist firmly with his hands, steadying her already quivering body, pulling her back into him, forcing her to bend forward. His manhood caressed the crevice of her smoothly shaved, moist behind. The erection was immediate; he plunged into her vagina slowly at first, back and forth, in and out, until she moaned. Keeping her still with his strong hands, he continued, now quickening the motion of fucking her, his balls now slapping against her. He was about to ejaculate when he pulled out quickly. Simultaneously grabbing her hair with a tight fist, he pulled her back to release himself over her freshly shorn nape, face and back, now exposed as he stretched the cardigan down to expose her smooth skin beneath. Now it was her turn. He commanded her to stand again, with her palms flat against the display glass and her legs spread wider, she squatted slowly, lowering herself onto ...