Leather. But not a lot of it.

Stacey makes you wait a while. The sound of laces being threaded and tied is almost all you hear. What is it? Boots? A Corset?

"You can open your eyes," she says finally.

You stare at the luscious, scandalous outfit Stacey has chosen, her tits almost bursting out, her ripe cleavage fully revealed, her skirt an inch short of flashing the world. Somehow she managed to arrange it to hide the marker, mostly. The collar is a nice touch too, an admission of your ownership and a sexy accessory all in one.

She sees the silly, lecherous grin on your face. She has a smug smile on herself. Submissive, yes, but still proud of herself when she can stun you into silence.

She puts one high-heeled boot up on the changing room bench. The skirt has no hope of hiding the fact that she has nothing on underneath. You see her pink, shimmering slit. A bead of her juices, or maybe a little bit of yours from earlier, drips down her leg.

"I wanted to make sure there was nothing," and as she says the word she strokes up her thigh, lifting her skirt, showing her naked pussy more clearly, "to get in the way of you using me."

The temptation is unbearable. You strip off your pants in a second and you're across the changing room, holding her up by her thighs, your cock slipping easily inside her. You start to pound her wet, needy cunt, not holding back not teasing her. Just primal fucking. A caveman's furious need to breed.

She threw her arms around him, squeezed her legs tight on his hips. He kissed her face and neck. She squealed in pleasure and frustration with each thrust. She finally collected herself enough to speak. In between his thrusts she started the dirtiest monologue he'd ever heard from her.

"Please fill me, cum inside me. Fill me as many times as you want. I'm yours, I'm always yours. Deny me. Use me. Make me into your sloppy, dripping cum dumpster. Pound me and tease me until I beg you to let me cum. Break me. Break my mind. Break my body. Break my cunt with your big hard cock. Transform me into your perfect cockslave. Your piece of meat to fuck. Pleasure. Pain. Orgasms. Denial. Every hole. Every piece of me. Is yours."

With your last thrust you cum deep insider her. You stay there for a minute, still holding her up, panting heavily. Her legs quiver as she hold you. Her monologue ends and she bites her lip, the expression of purest lust and concentration. She squeezes you, her abs tense. Then she relaxes and lets out a long, resigned sigh.

She whispers in your ear, in soft, almost wistful tone,

"If you keep this up, I think I'm going to go crazy."

In the quiet you abruptly hear footsteps heading away from the other side of the changing room door.