Got Fucked by My Boss in the Fitting Room — So Close to Getting Caught [Caught in Public]

In the grimy back of the fitting room, the air thick with the scent of cheap fabric and forbidden lust, I watched her bend over the counter, her skirt hiked up to reveal the lacy edge of her thong. Her boss, a man who knew exactly what he wanted, stood behind her, his cock already hard and ready. He didn’t waste time on preliminaries. He just pulled down her panties, exposing her slick, shaved cunt. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She yelped, but pushed back against him, eager for more. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over his cock, then lined up and rammed into her, making her cry out. The fitting room door was flimsy, and anyone could walk in, but that only heightened the thrill. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the small space. She gripped the counter, her knuckles white, as he pounded into her, his grip on her hips bruising.

The risk of getting caught in public added a feral edge to his actions. He reached around and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her. “You like this, don’t you?” he grunted. “You like being my little fucktoy, don’t you?” She moaned in response, her body shaking with each thrust. He could feel her cunt clenching around him, her orgasm building. He let go of her hair and slapped her ass again, harder this time. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came. He grinned, his own release building. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and stroked it quickly. He came with a roar, his cum spraying onto her back, dripping down to mix with her own juices. She panted, her body slick with sweat, as he pulled up his pants and left her there, a mess of lust and cum, in the fitting room.