Sending pictures, public sex, changing room, biting, squirting, messy sex, clothes ripping, overstimulation
Owen was sitting on a bench at the mall, bored out of his mind. Jester had gone into some random clothing store, but that felt like hours ago. Owen sighed and pulled out his phone, scrolling absentmindedly until it buzzed with a new text from Jester. He opened it, and immediately shoved his phone back in his pocket.
Looking over his shoulder to make sure none of the people behind him were paying attention, he opened the text back up, pressing on the picture they had sent. They were standing in a changing room wearing a small, tight red dress, with a very high slit up their right thigh. They were smiling up at the camera, eyes big and tongue out. His phone buzzed again.
- Thoughts? Owen hesitated, not sure what to say.
- It looks really nice. He typed, shifting his weight to hide how tight his pants were getting. Another buzz, another picture. This time they were wearing a tight dress that barley reached halfway down their thighs, and had a very, very low neckline. They were leaning forward a little, letting their tits fall out a little.
- Do you like this one better? Owen's heart was racing, and he was praying noone was looking over his shoulder.
- Much. Where are you? Jester laughed. He was so easy to mess with.
- Mhm. I'll be out in five.
- No, you fucking won't. Where are you? Jester's hears fluttered.
- Third on the right. Owen stood and quickly walked to the back of the store, ignoring the strange looks he was getting, and down a hall with changing rooms on both sides. Looking around to make sure noone noticed, he opened the third door to the right and slipped in.
He locked the door behind him and smiled. He grabbed Jester's waist and pulled them in, kissing them. They laughed against his mouth, and he pulled up the back of the skirt, digging his nails into their ass. They yelped, and he pulled away, putting a hand over their mouth roughly. Footsteps passed by the door as people came and went, and Jester giggled. Owen leaned in and kissed their neck gently.
"You need to be quiet, kitten." Owen muttered, his breath hot on their skin.
"I know, I kn-anh!" They slapped a hand over their mouth, unable to keep themselves from making noise as Owen bit down on their shoulder. "Fuck!" Owen pulled them close and leaned back against the wall to the right of the door, so he was facing the mirror and could watch as he tugged up their skirt and roughly grabbed their ass.
"No panties?" Owen said, smiling. Jester looked away, smiling.
"I didn't think I would need them right now." Owen reached between their legs and ran a finger over their already dripping slit.
"You're already so wet, kitten." He muttered, dragging his lips over the bruise blooming on their collarbone. "You weren't doing anything, were you?" They shook their head.
"No, just thinking about you." Owen licked their neck, making their breath hitch.
He slid one finger into them, then two, gently curling them as he gently thrust in and out. They arched their back and rose up to stand on their toes, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to stay balanced. Still curling his fingers, he swiped his thumb over their clit gently.
"Mmm, fuck!" They moaned, grinding their hips against his hand.
"You like that, kitten?" Jester nodded their head, biting their tongue. Owen rubbed his thumb against their clit harder, and their pussy clenched around his fingers. "You have such a greedy little pussy, don't you, kitten? Just begging to be fucked." Jester nodded their head.
"Y-yes! Please!" They moaned. Owen froze and put a hand over their mouth.
"You need to be quiet." He hissed. They squeezed their eyes shut and whined, bucking their hips against him.
"D-don't stop!" They whispered against his hand. "Please!" Owen sped up, and slid his hand down their chin, wrapping his fingers around their throat. He pulled and turned them around, pushing them into the wall. They threw their head back and grabbed his wrist, digging their nails into his arm.
"You're so fucking horny, aren't you? The only thing you can think about is my cock inside you, filling you up, isn't it?" Jester nodded their head, gasping for air. Owen let go and they collapsed against him. They moaned against his chest, his sweater muffling the noises they couldn't stop from escaping as he fingered them. The wet sounds of their sex getting fucked filled the room, but Owen didn't seem to care.
"D-daddyyy" Jester whimpered. "P-people are gonnna-mmmn! gonna heeaar!" Owen sped up, and the noises got louder. Their pussy clenched around him, and their thighs started to tremble.
"You like that, don't you?" Owen grinned. "You want people to hear you getting fucked, don't you?" Jester's pussy twitched around him, and wet dripped down his hand. "Good boy." Jester moaned, and they gripped his shoulders.
"I-I'm closee!" They mewled, trying desperately to be quiet. Owen pulled his fingers out and dropped to his knees,putting his hands on their thighs, gently lifting one leg up and putting it over his shoulder.
Jester's pussy was a perfect pink, their juices coating their lips and the insides of their thighs. Their clit was swollen and throbbing, desperate for friction. Owen slid two fingers back into their pussy, and wrapped his lips around their clit. Their breath hitched and they gripped his hair, biting their lip so hard blood dripped down their chin.
They wanted nothing more than to scream Owen's name while he ate them out, but their heart raced at the thought of being caught by someone. Owen sucked their clit roughly and fingered their sweet spot as hard as he could, beckoning them to cum.
"D-dadddyyy-Mmmnn!" They slapped their hand over their mouth, barely in time to cover their moans. Their body shook and their legs trembled threatening to give out.
"C'mon kitten. Cum for me." Owen muttered against their clit. Their body froze and he felt their pussy clench down on his fingers, before their body shook and trembled, cum squirting out of their pussy. It dripped down Owen's chin and hand, covering the insides of their thighs and puddling on the floor. Their chest heaved as they tried to catch their breath, sweat dripping down their body.
Before they could catch their breath and stop shaking, Owen stood and grabbed their shoulders, pushing their front into the wall. They tried to protest, but he reached around and clamped his hand over their mouth. He grabbed their thigh and pulled it up, and used his foot to push their other leg to the side.
Owen unzipped his pants and freed his aching cock, letting it slap against their ass, making them flinch. They pressed their shaking hands against the wall, trying to stabilize themselves. He slid his dick between their lips and thrust his hips, burying himself inside of them. They moaned against his hand and swayed against him, meeting his thrusts hungrily.
"You're so tight, kitten." Owen moaned against the back of their neck, and pulled his hand from their mouth. He slid his hand down their throat and into the front of their dress, roughly playing with their tits. They arched their back and whimpered as he twisted their nipple.
"D-don't stooooop!" They mewled. Owen sped up, and they couldn't keep themselves from crying out as he desperately chased his finish.
Their sensitive pussy throbbed around him, and their wet dripped out of them and coated his balls and the from of his pants as he fucked them. The wet sounds echoed off the walls, and Owen let go of their chest and slid his hand between their legs, roughly fingering their clit.
"C'mon, kitten, cum for me, make a mess, c'mon." Jester moaned and arched their back, their overused pussy clamping around Owen. The rhythmic clenching of their pussy as they came felt like their pussy was milking him, trying to suck out out every last drop of cum.
Owen's thrusts grew erratic, until he buried himself into them and came, his legs trembling as he filled them. His vision blurred around the edges as he caught his breath. His breathing finally slowed, and he could hear Jester whimpering. He pulled out, and his cum dripped out of them. They collapsed against him and he held them, stoking their hair gently until they could stand on their own.
They stumbles back and smiled as they looked down at the dress. The bottom front was soaked in their juices, and the neckline was torn from how roughly Owen had tugged on it.
"Sorry." Owen laughed, zipping his pants up.
"Well I mean, I was gonna buy it anyways."
"Buy another one?" Owen said, smiling.
"That ones gonna get ripped up too, isn't it?"
"Probably."
