Go buy some new clothes!

Candice looked and felt better than she had in years, and it made her want to get out of the apartment. Part of her also felt like she was in some kind of fever dream. Like having Master PC couldn't possibly be real. Somehow, getting out into the world felt like it would prove something to herself. Would guys be checking her out again, like they had when she was younger? She had to know.

Candice grabbed her purse and headed out to the mall. It was deserted, like all malls were these days. She started to go into Lane Bryant, but something stopped her. Across the way was an Abercrombie & Fitch. She hadn't shopped there in years, but hell, she figured she'd get something cute. The store had just opened and was pretty quiet. There was only one other shopper, a young girl who looked like she was skipping classes. Two salespeople stalked the floor, on the lookout for commission. One was already helping the other shopper. The other, a slightly scruffy hunk that looked like he should be a model, lounged by the sales counter. Candice idly wondered what it'd be like to fuck his brains out with her new and improved body, then mentally scolded herself. She browsed for a bit, and picked out a ruffled mini-skirt and a cute tank top similar to what she'd seen a lot of college kids wearing lately. She'd wanted to wear something like this for a while, but hadn't had the figure until today.

"You want to try that on?" Candice turned to see the hunk, whose name tag said "Kevin," standing behind her. "I can open the changing rooms if you want." She was momentarily breathless, up close he was even more handsome, in that slightly scruffy surfer kind of way. He wore a slim-fit tee and sported a dark tan. Candice imagined he must have six-pack abs. Involuntarily, her eyes were drawn down to his crotch. His shorts were loose fitting, but from what she could tell, it was a pretty good size. She imagined him ramming it into her on the beach.

"You OK?" he asked. Candice shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

"I'm fine. Yeah, I'd like to try this on." She followed him back to the changing room, out of sorts. Something was wrong. She looked at him again, critically. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was fit. But he was no model. She shouldn't be this way — it must be Master PC. She must have turned her sexuality up too much. She would have to get home and turn it down. She resolved to buy the clothes, head straight home, and fix it.

He'd opened the changing room for her, so she stepped in and tried on the outfit. The mini was short and flirty, showing off her legs. The top stretched across her chest. She could see her bra straps, though, and they didn’t match the top at all, so she took the tank off, discarded her bra, and tried it on again. Thanks to Master PC, she didn't really need a bra anyway. Her breasts were perky under the fabric, and that wasn't all. Now clearly visible, her nipples were erect like little tent poles. She reached up and touched one, and an electric shock went through her body. She felt something run down her thigh, and realized how wet she was. Her panties were soaked. She pulled them off, and set them with her bra. If her nipples had felt that good... she reached down and slid a finger in. She wasn't ready for what she felt next. Pure pleasure coursed through her body. She lost her footing, and landed on the changing room's bench.

"Are you OK in there?" she heard Kevin ask. Candice managed a grunt in the affirmative. She was too busy exploring her pussy. She was so turned on... thoughts of Richard fucking her with her new mini bunched up around her waist flashed through her mind as she fingered herself with one hand, the other stroking a nipple through her top. She thought of Kevin, the Greek God of Abercrombie and Fitch, as he fucked her mouth from the other side, his cock filling her throat. Then she came, as hard as she ever had in her life, her juices making a puddle on the bench. She tried to stay quiet, but she couldn't help but moan as the waves of pleasure shot through her.

"Miss? Did you hear me? Are you alright?" She realized he'd only heard her fall and moan afterward. It was so nice for him to be concerned about her. She should reward him, she thought.

"I'd be better with you in here," she said, opening the door.

Kevin stared in shock for a moment. Candice was embarrassed and turned on at the same time, knowing what she must look like to him: some slut with hard nipples and a soaking pussy inviting him into the changing room. But clearly, Kevin decided that chances like this don't come along very often. He looked down the hallway to make sure no one saw and stepped in, locking the door behind him. Candice pulled him against her body. Her mini was, as in her fantasy, bunched up around her waist. As her breasts pressed against him, her nipples screamed pleasure into her brain, even with the fabric of her top between them. Kevin immediately began kissing her deeply, his tongue playing with hers as his hand found her wet pussy. He slid his finger in, and she felt her muscles clamp around it, hungry for something to be inside her. They broke their passionate kiss, and stared into each other's eyes for a moment that seemed to go on forever.

"Fuck me," she said.

Kevin nodded. She helped him pull off his tee, and then bent down, taking his pants off. His erect cock sprang into her face. It was bigger than Richard's - it must have been seven inches long. She'd never been a very oral person, but his cock was so beautiful it made her mouth water. She tentatively kissed the head. He moaned encouragement, so she took it deeper, her lips wrapping around the shaft. She flicked her tongue around the head, and he moaned again. She felt him grab her hair as he began to pump it in and out of her mouth, and she simply lost herself in the moment. Kneeling there in front of him, one hand on his cock, guiding it as he fucked her mouth, the other fingering her clit, Candice was in heaven. He reached down with a free hand and grabbed one of her tits, pinching her nipple. Candice didn't really like having her nipples pinched, but despite the pain, the pleasure was unbearable, and she immediately started to cum, moaning around his cock. She felt him tense, ready for his cum... and then he stopped, pulling out. What was wrong? She looked up at him, **** for more. Apparently, he misunderstood the look.

"Don't worry," Kevin said, "I'm going to do more than just that." More? All she could do was whimper. He spun her around, and she felt his erection, wet with her spit against her ass. She bent over, propping herself up on the changing room bench, exposing her dripping pussy to him. He was bigger than she was comfortable with, but with the amount of lubrication she was producing, he slid in quickly. His cock filled her up, and even though from somewhere in her mind a tiny voice screamed at her for cheating on Richard, mostly all she could do was think that this was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.

"Oh God, Kevin. Oh, God..... fuuuuuck meeeee...." she didn't care if anyone heard her. She would have shouted it if she could, but she felt like all her energy was going into the fucking. Kevin pounded her mercilessly. In, out. In, out. It was perfect. Her tits swung free in rhythm with his thrusts and her nipples were so sensitive even the air brushing against them felt amazing. She started to cum again, her pussy massaging his cock. She heard Kevin groan, felt him tense.

"Yes, please, Kevin! Cum in me.... please...." She felt the first hot spurts of his jism inside her and her pussy went wild, the muscles undulating, as if trying to milk him of all his semen... "Yes! Cum in meeeeee!" she kept screaming as he shot his load into her, in this perfect moment of pure sex.

How long did they stay like that after it was over, her pussy twitching around his cock? Candice wasn't sure, it must have been just a few seconds. It felt longer. Finally, Kevin pulled out, his cock coated with juices.

"That was amazing," he said. "Um... can I get your number?"