12-4 In the changing room

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 12-4 In the changing room (aka Ride, Sally, Ride)

by Stack of Books

(3405 words)

Andrea and Kim’s seamstress services A.S.S. were still going from strength to strength. They had a waiting list of people of both genders wanting to come on their training programs, but the pee breaks were alas no more. On the professional side of the workshop, orders for wedding dresses and haute couture evening gowns were also stacking up.

Sally was still there, but getting restless, wanting to branch out on her own, although she didn’t want to do the same thing as her employer, as it would be in direct competition and therefore commercially unhealthy for both parties.

Arnold had left however (not acrimoniously, but with their blessing) and was working from home on tailoring projects for men’s clothing (which ASS didn’t deal with any more, but passed all enquiries and work on to him). It was a bit cramped for him in their spare room, but he didn’t mind, making a small profit each month to live on. 

(Sally was never worried about finances because she knew her dad would always support her, not because of the naughty things they’d done together, but just because he loved her so much. Just like he said to Jen & Sam that time: I might buy you a three course meal, but I do not buy your bodies or your time with me. If you can understand the parallel.)

The adjoining shop ASS-Wipes was also now showing a good profit as it sold all the garments the students made, and it was full to the brim of clothes racks displaying their wares. The margin on s/h designer clothes (like the job lot they got from Jean’s shop) was deemed too low to be worth it, so they nixed that idea, but it had indeed worked well in the beginning stages of the venture.

One day, it was quiet in the workshop as Sally was between projects for a client on custom made dresses and skirts. She was waiting for a bolt of cloth to be delivered in order to continue. So as there were no volunteers to man the shop today, she unlocked the door, turned the sign to ‘OPEN’ and took her place behind the till. She remembered how last time she had been here, it had turned into an interesting liaison with Debs.

A few customers drifted in. An elderly lady browsed but couldn’t find anything to match her slightly old fashioned tastes. Nevertheless, she took a skirt into the cubicle, and asked Sal to remove her own one. As she knelt, Sal could smell her pussy and caressed the outsides of the lady’s thighs. She mentioned she had lived in South Africa as a teenager and had teen servant girls to tend to her. So Sal put her hand inside her loose bloomers to find a very large and salt & pepper coloured very hairy vagina, and fingered and fisted her to orgasm many times.

An hour later, a fairly handsome middle aged guy was looking for a nice dress as an anniversary present for his other half. He admitted he didn’t know her size.

So into the changing room:

Look sir, I’m a size 9. Am I bigger or smaller than her? Put your hands around my waist, and pretend you’re cuddling her. About the same? Now kneel down and put your arms lower, around my buttocks (i.e. hips) and imagine you’re in bed with her. Same or smaller? Now stand up and embrace me from behind on my bust like you would in the shower. Where your two arms meet, do they overlap at the same place? Let me pull my T-shirt up and you cup my boobs (they were braless as usual) and say if they’re the same as hers or not.

He’d never seen naked black breasts before, let alone held any. She went back into the shop, chose a very pretty size 9 off the rack, and brought it back to him. 

If you decide to buy this dress, do to your wife what I’m going to ask you to do now. Strip me naked including my knickers. Then put the dress on me, saying in your mind: I love you, darling. I bought this for you. Hope you like it.

He followed her instructions to a T.

And now, because she loves you too, she will do this to you. 

She pulled off the dress, hung it up out of the way, knelt down, and pulled a thick 8-incher out, HJed and BJed him, and sprayed his jism over her massive globes and face.