Bangin'

Your Love Doll starts by walking the length of the hallway, peering into each dressing room as she goes. Only after she's established their vacancy does she finally trot over to you, smiling, with a bundle of swimclothes and underthings dangling from her forearms.

"Okay, I'm ready - can you stay here and keep an eye out while I'm changing?"

"What? Why?" you sputter, "There's already a door you can lock, right? I was thinking we could both go in and... Y'know."

"Here? In the mall?"

Harley pauses, looking for all the world as if she's going to go along with it... Until the girl gives her head a shake - a literal shake - to dispel the notion.

"No way!" she protests, "We're in public. And we're here with friends, so try to keep it in your pants, okay?"

With that she rolls her eyes, struts into the nearest dressing room, and locks the door behind her.

You simply shrug your shoulders and settle into a lean beside her dressing room door, confident in the knowledge that every single clothing item she grabbed is large enough to leave her body dripping with sweat.

Sure enough, after many minutes at your "post", the dressing room door opens a crack:

"Master..." she simpers, "This one's too tight- I can't get the strap..."

"If I go in there, we're fucking." you reply.

"Oh my god, you're literally the worst!"

The door closes again. This time, though, you only have to wait about 60 seconds before it reopens to reveal your doll's wild eyes and glistening, bikini-clad upper body.

She welcomes you in without a word, taking a moment to peer outside before closing the door behind you. Then she turns her back, drawing your attention to the clasp that holds the uncomfortably tight bikini top in place.

Rather than addressing it, though, you meander over to the little seat opposite the dressing room door and pull your dick out instead.

"Please, Jim! I'm so hot..."

You pump your cock to attention, forcing her to watch it swell before her eyes.

"What was that?"

Harley sighs deeply, struggling to get a handle on her heat-induced desperation.

"Sorry - Master."

"That's better. Now, get in my lap and show me again."

The girl can't help but hang her head at the audacity of such a command. Nonetheless she pads over to you like a naughty puppy and moves to lower her ass into your lap, offering little resistance when you reach up to guide her gingerly-descending sex over the head of your waiting shaft.

"M-Master...!"

"Shh, shhh..." you whisper, "Quiet. You'll get us caught."

A grunt of satisfaction escapes your lips as you press the fore of your cock into Harley's now-familiar pussy. Despite her anxiety the girl's vaginal muscles churn in anticipation, drawing you all the deeper into her warm, waiting gash.

"T-the strap...!"

Harley's body, now warm to the touch and coursing with rivulets of perspiration, can do little more than wriggle in your lap as you take her still-straining bikini strap in one hand.

"The faster I cum, the faster I'll be able to focus on your thing. "

"That's not fair...!" she pouts. Having learned from past experience that it's usually useless to argue with you, though, the girl moves on immediately to plan B:

Draining your balls as fast as she possibly can.

The doll starts off strong, her full ass bouncing rhythmically in your lap as she seeks to milk you of an easy load... But her cuntlips have scarcely progressed an inch beyond your tip before the problems start. Harley begins to writhe, arching her back against you with increasing abandon as she forces inch after inch of your swollen cock into her determined snatch.

"Take it off...Take it off...!" she whines, repeating the phrase like a mantra each time her fleshy thighs collide with yours. However this only motivates you to pull the top tighter, causing the garment's firmest edges to bite deeply into the ample flesh of her tits.

This seems to prompt her to a form of madness. Harley begins riding you with hardly a care for her own well-being, (as evidenced by the yelps and burbles of pained pleasure issuing from her lips) even going so far as to mash her much-abused cervix up against your dick in hot anticipation of the toe-curling fullness you graced her pussy with the day before.

You happily oblige, ramming the remainder of your donkey dick as deep inside your Love Doll's cunt as it will go...

...And that's when the dressing room door flies open.

The store cashier stands in the threshold with the key in one hand and Allura's wrist in the other, her mouth having fallen open in the aftermath of viewing your mutual climax. Allura herself wears a similar expression, wide eyes following the jiggle of her friend's breasts and the rough, repetitive protrusion of her belly as Harley's needy sex is crammed full beyond belief.

"Noooo~..." moans your humiliated doll, too paralyzed by pleasure to even consider covering up. "D-Don't looook...!"

That's when the multiclimax hits, pushing the blonde to the point of catatonic, head-lolling bliss in plain view of your unexpected onlookers. She cries out in ecstasy, every inch of her plush body wobbling in uninhibited rapture as thick jets of translucent liquid erupt from her twitching ladyparts.

As your lover flails and squirts all over your still-rigid shaft you happen to meet Allura's eye, and what you see on the girl's face is mostly what you'd expect: nervousness, embarrassment, disgust... But despite all that she holds your lecherous gaze in a tantalizing display of the same trait that led Harley to her current place in your lap:

Sexual curiosity.