Katrina Decides to Wait...

Katrina paced back and forth in the stall wondering just what she was doing.

She’s asking for me to get undressed.

She kissed us, there’s no doubt.

Think how that tongue and those fingers could feel.

The whispers were growing more frequent, and stronger in their prominent recognition in Katrina’s mind as she misinterpreted them for her own thoughts.

Think of how exciting it could be…

Feeling her hands cup her hips where the panties had been shifted down Katrina bit her lip. As they rolled and slipped to the floor she sat down on the bench, a torrent of thoughts stirring through Katrina’s head, questioning just what she was doing. What was she thinking?

The smooth cool wooden bench pressed against her bare ass. The thrilling surge of her fingers across her bare skin, unintentionally creeping closer to her slit as Katrina’s mind drifted through the torrid affairs her imagination had been conjuring.

It was back to the night before, Katrina was naked, bent over the table as one man slowly slipped his cock in, his date crouched next to Katrina’s sister, talking, admiring, kissing.

As the fucking drew on, Katrina could see her mother was jerking off her father, stopping a waiter and asking to see their cock. As her lips pressed against it she sought assurance that the waiter would be ready should Katrina call on them.

“Mommy, may I?” The words were Katrina’s voice, their connotation lewder than any Katrina had ever imagined, as her father stood up, revealing his exposed…

The door swung open violently pulling Katrina back to the change room, her eyes meeting the excited smile of the clerk as she hurriedly hung up the clothes draped across her arm and locked to door.

“We’re going to have to quiet you down.” The clerk teased climbing into Katrina’s lap and revealing the ball gag she had carried beneath the garments. “This isn’t just a kink, or a request. I just got my job back. So, you have to try and keep quiet.” The words were strangely cold a factual, and exciting. Katrina finding herself inclined to do little more than timidly nod as the ball was pressed into her mouth, and strapped behind her head. "This should help."

The instant the ball gag was in place the clerk’s composure changed; her body pressed tightly against Katrina as her eyes portrayed an even needier gaze. The clerk’s hand began rampantly roaming across Katrina’s exposed skin before reach behind Katrina to remove her bra.

Katrina’s D cup breasts sagged sullenly on her chest, always a bit flabby for Katrina’s liking she had long ago forsaken wearing clothes that alluded too much to her bust.

Something the clerk didn’t seem to care about as her lips explored down Katrina, one hand taking firm hold of Katrina’s neck and holding her back against the wall as the other began to embrace the hand that Katrina had started fingering herself with, a finger soon slipping in next to Katrina’s .

“I want you to continue, imagine you’re being fucked by a cock.” The clerk stated with a sultry gaze as her finger provoked a spasm of pleasure pressing in alongside Katrina’s. "The cock of whoever you were just asking so politely for." The husky tone in the clerk's voice reminded Katrina of just where her mind had sunken in perversion.

Mom was going to let dad...

As Katrina shifted and moaned into the gag the clerk deliberately kept her pace staggered off of Katrina’s as she climbed onto the bench next to Katrina and pressed against her.

“I want you to imagine riding my boyfriend reverse cowgirl, who is the new cock pushing into you? Are they gazing into your eyes, or sucking on these teets.” The clerk whispered in husky tones to Katrina, pinching and squeezing Katrina's breasts before resuming pinning her against the wall by the neck. All as her earrings seemed to glow red. "Think about those cocks. Think about how dirty a little girl you are, fucking two men at the same time."

Katrina rolled her head back closing her eyes as she fought the urge to cry out. Oh Dad...

There she was, the restaurant the night before. Katrina looked to her father in anticipation while leaning back atop some guy as her father pressed in to join the cock already in her pussy. The table around them were still, the conversation hushed whispers of an enraptured audience. Waiter's being requested to relay requests to be next to please Katrina once she was finished with her table.

Rolling her head she could see the clerk, making out with her mother and sister. They conversed in aroused tones, their barely coherent whispers and gazes laying apparent their envy of the show before them.

Katrina felt herself growing ever closer to climax, feeling the bodies press against her, inside of her, the slender hand holding her neck imagined to be Katrina’s own father. His heavy breaths warmly drifting across Katrina's ear, his loving voice whispering his love of her tight pussy.

Crying out in muffled orgasm the grip holding Katrina still grew stronger, more assertive. As Katrina's finger tried to stop she found its rhythm pressed to continue as the sales clerk didn't relent.

“I want you to imagine I’m watching enthusiastically, am I alone as I move to eat the cum from your pussy as the cocks erupt?” Katrina couldn’t take it anymore her body trembling stiffly as she squirted across the change room, her eyes opening to stare deeply into the clerk’s wanton slightly yellow orbs as Katrina swore she could feel her father's imagined cock unleash into her squirting cunt.

With a giggle the clerk licked her hand clean, then Katrina’s, before staggering Katrina’s coming down from the orgasms by licking any stray droplets from in around Katrina’s pussy.

As the ball gag came off and Katrina regained her breath the clerk giggled getting up. “Well, was I alone in your fantasy?” Slipping a card in the hanger holding a skirt the clerk giggled.

“Call me when you’re ready to have me do it for real. I’ll be at the cash when you’re ready.” With that the accomplished sales clerk left proudly.

Katrina panted a couple last times before scrambling to get dressed. Her mind was full of disbelief and harried thoughts.

The one disturbing her the most as she checked out with the clothes she never tried on, why did she imagine her sister eating her dad’s cum out of her?