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They went through a heavy curtain into a spacious changing room. There was a chair and table and a full length mirror. the man moved behind Patricia. "let me help you with that blazer."

He reached around Patricia and undid her blazer button.

Patricia bit her lip. She was really horny now and trying to hide it. No man had ever turned her on like this.

He slid her blazer off and hung it up. "Now, the blouse," he said. He reached around and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Patricia could not beleive she was just standing there allowing a total stranger to undress her but she just closed her eyes and felt her chest heave. She inhaled deeply, the man's cologne.

Soon her blouse was haning up, and the man was undoing her skirt. He slid the skirt down by sliding his hands down her hips. Soon she was in her bra and panties and shoes. She kicked off her shoes.

The man undid her bra, and she slipped it off. Then he pulled down her panties and tossed them into a trash can.

Patricia's mind raced. A total stranger just stripped her naked, she was horny, cum was leaking from her pussy, and she was ashamed, confused, and aroused.

Suddenly Patricia felt something between her legs. The man was sliding his considerably large penis between her legs. She shuddered and moaned loudly. She bent forward and put her hands on the table.

The man slid his large cock into her sopping wet pussy from behind. He grabbed Patricia's hips and started slowly sliding his cock in and out.

Patricia had never felt a cock this big. It was not only long, and thick, but it was like the head was bigger than it should be too. She moaned in **** pleasure.

Soon the man was fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh yes!" cried Patricia, "Oh, fuck me! Yes fuck me harder!"

The man slapped Patricia's ass hard a few times making Patricia yelp in pleasure and pain. He slammed Patricia. She started to sweat and orgasm. She orgasmed over and over.

"Yes! YES! OH GOD YES! FUUUUUCCKKK MMEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

The man shot a huge load into Patricia. She nearly collapsed onto the table. She panted heavily.

"I'll leave you alone for a moment," the man said normally with no sense that he had just had sex. He pushed a panel open. There was a shower stall attached to the changing room.

Patricia caught hold of herself and made it to the shower. She turned on the water and showered. The soap and shampoo smelled of flowers and cotton candy. She showered and dried off. She tried to reconcile the fact she just let a total stranger fuck her with the fact she usually used sex as a way to control men. But it was the greatest fuck of her life. After toweling off, she found a tube of hot pink lipstick, some red rouge, a tube of eyeliner and mascare, and some blue green eyeshadow. Normally she'd find that shade of lips stick and eyeliner guady, but she needed some make up.

She dressed in the new outfit. Her old clothes were gone. The bra and panties felt smooth and silky. She loved the way the bra cups carressed her nipples, and the panties felt like they reached up and carressed her pussy. She put on the blouse and skirt and blazer. The fit perfectly. She turned around and admrired herself. The outfit showed off her curves perfectly and she thought she looked damn sexy. She applied the make up without thinking aboutg how gaudy the colors were.

She then teased up and blew dry her hair and walked out. She blushed when she saw the salesman who had rocked her world.

"Cash or credit?" he asked with a smile.

"Um debit card," Patricia said coyly. She handed the man her debit card without even asking the price.

The man rang up her purchase and handed her the card back. She didn't notice there was no receipt. She smiled and left not realizing she had left her other clothers behind.

As she walked back to her office, the fabric of her bra massaged her nipples, and the fabric of her panties massged her pussy. She strutted confidently with chest out, her hips swaying, and her hair tossing from side to side.

She saw a homeless man cleaning a car's windshield and had a brief fantasy about him bending her over the car and fucking her. She blushed and hurried on. She saw a cop walk out of a coffee shop and had a quick fantasy about her being handcuffed naked to prison bars and the cop fucking her from behing. In fact, every time she saw a man, she fantasized about him bending her over and fucking her from behind. By the time she got back to the office, she was horny again and hadn't noticed her skirt was shorter and tighter, her heels were taller, and her blouse was showing more cleavage.