Colette’s Education: Fitting Room Surrender

She grabs my arm. Sharp nails dig in. We weave through the racks. Women’s eyes follow. Hungry stares on my bare thighs. Skirt flaps open with each step. Cool air kisses my exposed pussy. No panties. Just like she ordered. My heart pounds. Cheeks burn. That bush she hates peeks out. Her perfume hits me hard now—musky vanilla, sweat underneath. Intoxicating. Intimate. My phone buzzes in my purse. Ignored. This is real. No screens. Just her will crushing mine.

Cabins at the back. Velvet curtains. She shoves me in first. Small space. Mirrors everywhere. She yanks the curtain shut. Not fully. A slit remains. Peepers outside? Probably. Her eyes lock on mine. Commanding. ‘Show me those tits, Colette. Now.’ Voice low, steel. I hesitate. She slaps my cheek. Light sting. ‘Obey.’ Hands tremble. I pull the robe open. Bra gone already. Breasts spill out. Heavy. Nipples harden in the chill. She steps close. Breath hot on my neck.

The Approach

Her fingers pinch. Hard. I gasp. ‘Not bad for your age. But sloppy.’ She twists. Pain shoots. Pleasure follows. Wetness builds between my legs. That plump pussy lips swelling. She notices. Smirks. ‘Spread ’em.’ Knees part. Wide. Like shoulders. Air hits my slick folds. She hikes my skirt higher. Fingers trace my bush. ‘This goes. Tonight.’ I nod. Desperate to please.

She pushes me against the mirror. Cold glass on my ass. Naked cheeks press flat. Her hand dives between thighs. Two fingers plunge in. No warning. My cunt grips. So wet. Squish sounds echo. ‘Filthy slut. Dripping already.’ I moan. Hips buck. She fucks me rough. Thumb on clit. Circles fast. ‘Say it. You’re mine.’ ‘Yes, Madame. Yours.’ Louder. Voices outside murmur. They hear.

The Explosion

She spins me. Face to mirror. Watch myself break. Her mouth on my neck. Bites. Her free hand mauls tits. Squeezes till bruises form. Fingers curl inside. Hit that spot. Gush. I squirt a little. On her hand. She laughs. Cruel. Pulls out. Slaps my pussy. Wet smacks. Stings burn. ‘Beg for my cunt.’ I do. Voice breaks. ‘Please, Madame. Let me taste.’ She hikes her skirt. No panties. Smooth. Bare slit glistens. Presses my face in.

Tongue out. Lap her. Salty. Musky. Perfect. She grinds. Hips roll. ‘Deeper, bitch.’ Nose buried in her ass crack. Tongue fucks her hole. She moans. Loud. Curtain twitches. Eyes watch? Don’t care. Fingers back in me. Four now. Stretching. Burning. Orgasm builds. Explosive. She comes first. Floods my mouth. I swallow. Then me. Scream muffled in her pussy. Legs shake. Collapse.

She steps back. Fixes skirt. Cool again. Distant. ‘Good girl. Follow tomorrow. My place. All rules apply.’ Drops my bra on floor. Walks out. Curtain sways. Gone. I slump. Pussy throbs. Cum drips down thighs. Mirrors show mess. Smeared lipstick. Red marks. Voices outside hush. They saw. Heard. I dress slow. Sore. Owned. Phone buzzes again. Check later. She’s real. This happened. I crave more.