Angela plays peeper, but not for long

Angela opened the changing room door, but just a bit. Her wide green eyes took in what was going on inside the small cubicle.

Abbie continued to buck against the thrusts of her new nana's buzzing vibrator. The eighteen year old tossed her head back, her eyes closed. She arched her body back as far as she could without upsetting the small stool she teetered on. As she breathed deep, the sweet, flowery perfume of the old woman permeated her senses. The teen continued to maul her thirtyeight inch breasts in their new white lace harness as Pearl Johnson climaxed her with the in and out lunges of Carl, the old woman's dildo.

As Abbie pulled herself upright, gathering herself together from her climax, she glanced towards the door, seeing someone watching through the two inch gap. As she blinked her eyes, looking again to make sure she wasn't imagining things, she found the door once again closed.

"Something wrong, dear?" Pearl asked, noticing Abbie's odd stare.

"Uh, no, Nana," Abbie answered, looking flummoxed.

Angela would've answered different. Moments ago, she was enjoying watching a pretty lingerie clad teen getting off on a dildo. Looking around the otherwise empty store, she hiked up her red velvet mini and began to frig herself. Just as she was ready to climax herself, she felt cold male hands clasp both her mouth and her finger-filled pussy as she was pushed into the door, quietly shutting it. Now she feared for her life, being pushed into another cubicle by her unknown assailant.

The pretty redhead was pushed onto the stool in the corner of the changing room. She looked up into the cold dark eyes of the white-haired man who near-carried her in here.

"I come in here, looking for my little assistant, only to find the salesgirl spying on her. What would your boss think about your antics? Not to mention the part about her fingerfucking herself where anyone could see her... and did." The home's bus driver smiled wickedly at her.

"Please, sir, I really need this job...I thought the old lady might be ill when I heard moans, and.." Angela tried to explain.

"And you continued to watch when you were satisfied she wasn't ill, right?"

Angela blushed profusely, nearly matching her fiery red hair. "Yessir."

"You really shouldn't be fingering yourself in public."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"You got me all turned on, standing behind, watching you." Gus pulled the thick, erect meat from his pants' fly, white hair sprouting in a plume at the base of his weathered cock. "I'm willing to forget all this, for a nice friendly blowjob."

Angela just stared at the aged hardon trembling inches from her face. What choice did she have? She reached out to grasp the gnarled length.

"Take off your pretty dress. I don't want to get cum sprayed all over it," Gus ordered.

Angela dutifully did so. Hanging her dress on a hook, Gus got a look at the scarlet lingerie underneath, including the thong that bisected the rear of her centerfold body.

"On your knees and suck me, bitch!" Gus growled, more turned on than ever. He pushed the precum dripping cockhead between the salesgirl's pouty lips.

Angela felt more like she was being face-fucked than giving head. His cockhead battered her tonsils before it slid down her throat, only to be brought back out again to start anew. His mighty hands held her titian mane in place as he battered the sweet girl's mouth.

Just when Angela was thinking she would suffocate on the deepthroated cocklength, he left her lips for good. She reopened her eyes to look at him and was rewarded with a shot of cum across the bridge of her nose. More ropes of viscous seed splattered her upper chest, running into her cleavage. The rest splattered her bare belly and hips, soiling her panties as it ran down into her lacy thong.

Minutes later, Pearl found Angela talking with Gus near the counter. "Ms. Johnson, you said to meet you here, you might need some help with packages?"

"Oh, yes, dear. We're not quite ready yet. Come back in ten minutes or so?"asked Pearl, seeing the salesgirl looked a little odd, frightened.

"Will do!" Gus said, cocking his driving cap and walking back out into the mall corridor. Angela seemed to let out a visible sigh of relief.

Pearl addressed Angela. "The lingerie sets will fit fine. You do have some daywear also?"

Angela was able to smile again at the thought of more sales. "Yes, ma'am. Right back here." The salesgirl led the way.

Abbie, meanwhile, stood in the cubicle in her lingerie as instructed. Pearl had wanted to wear her new wardrobe back to the home. The overstimulated girl couldn't help have her thoughts drift to sex, even after her tremendous cum. She thought of the linen room and Frank Rosen. After the initial shock and discomfort, his assreaming felt quite wonderful. Could she relive it? She glanced in Pearl's totebag. With Carl? She took out the vibrator and turned it on low, sitting it upright on the stool.

With a gleam in her violet eyes, the raven-haired beauty tugged her panty gusset to the side and grabbed her asscheeks. Holding the full cheeks wide, she eased herself down onto the still-slick plastic penis. The cool hardness made her gasp as it came into contact with the delicate ring of her sphincter. Knowing she was short on time, the determined lass skewered herself onto the buzzing cylinder filling her backdoor.

Abbie gasped and sighed as she rode the stool, allowing Carl to stretch her delicate tissues from side to side. She found herself orgasming just from the assfucking she was giving herself. She then sighed and relaxed for a moment, settling down onto the bench.

The cubicle door suddenly came flying open. Pearl was there with Angela by her side, holding an armful of business-like, but fashionably cut, skirtsets. Abbie jumped immediately to her feet, afraid of being caught. She then casually adjusted the back of her panties, reseating them on her ass.

Pearl started talking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had her on display in her undies in front of the salesgirl. "Angela is allowing us to wear what we want out. So let me just give her the tags and she can ring it up while we get you dressed!"

Abbie watched over Pearl's shoulder as the woman picked off the pricetags from what she was to wear. Angela licked her lips wantonly as she made a jerking motion with her hand. She must have been the one watching from behind the door!

Angela headed to the register as Pearl stepped into the cubicle to help dress the teen. Abbie didn't know what to do. The old woman's vibrator was still up her tingling asshole.