Public dick flash in front of the store assistant ended up with a quickie in the changing room.

In the fluorescent hell of the store, I was just trying to grab some new threads when this fucker steps up to the counter, leans over, and casually lets his fat cock dangle out of his zipper. No warning, no subtle hint, just raw, thick meat slapping against the counter. The assistant, some poor kid with acne and a name tag, stumbles over his words, eyes glued to the fucking slab of dick staring him down. I could see the kid’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to form a sentence, but all I could focus on was the vein pulsing down the side of that cock. It was a monster, begging to be sucked, fucked, anything. I felt a wetness between my legs, my pussy clenching at the sight. I needed that cock, and I needed it now. I dropped the clothes in my hand, the sound of fabric hitting the floor echoing in the sudden silence. I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to wrap around that thick shaft. The guy grunted, a low, animalistic sound that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating off his cock, the weight of it heavy in my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and I knew exactly where this was going.

I tugged at his cock, leading him towards the changing room. The kid behind the counter was frozen, his eyes wide with shock and lust. I pushed the guy into the small room, the door slamming shut behind us. I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and taking that fat cock into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, the muskiness of his skin. I sucked him deep, my hand working the base of his cock, my other hand cupping his balls. He groaned, his hips bucking forward, fucking my mouth. I gagged slightly, but I didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. I wanted every inch of him, wanted to feel him hit the back of my throat. I could hear the muffled sounds of the store outside, the distant chatter of customers, but all I could focus on was the cock in my mouth, the sound of his grunts, the feel of his hands tangling in my hair. I pulled away, gasping for breath, and stood up, turning around and bending over. I hiked up my skirt, exposing my bare ass, my pussy wet and ready. I looked back at him, my eyes begging him to fuck me. He didn’t need any more encouragement, his cock already slick with my saliva. He stepped forward, his hands gripping my hips, and with one hard thrust, he was inside me, his cock filling me completely. I moaned, a loud, desperate sound, as he started to fuck me, hard and fast, his cock slamming into me with each thrust. The changing room filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together, our grunts and moans echoing off the walls. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm just within reach. I reached between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It was too much, the sensation overwhelming. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he was coming too, his hot cum filling me, dripping down my thighs. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. And then, with a smirk, he pulled out, tucking his cock back into his pants. He left me there, bent over, my pussy still pulsing with the aftermath of our fuck. I straightened up, my legs shaky, and opened the door, stepping back out into the store. The kid behind the counter looked at me, his eyes wide, and I just smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. I grabbed the clothes I had dropped earlier and made my way to the checkout, leaving the changing room door wide open, a silent invitation for whoever might be next.