Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 35: Fitting Room

Mila's pov

He caressed me from behind saying, "I should have given you a dress like this three years ago." I gasped then his fingers roved over my tits in the tight sweater making my nipples hard. He gripped them tightly, making them nearly pop out of the shirt.

Spinning me around, we looked in the mirror together. I was ashamed but my burning desire eclipsed it. I noticed my face was flushing as he lifted my skirt; his exploring fingers intertwined, and I almost cried out, but he caught me in time and covered my mouth.

Rubbing my ass then slipping his fingers on the front of me, he stroked my pussy in my panties. Every time he did something to turn me on, he would look at me in real life then my reaction in the mirror. His expression was base like an animal. The more I whimpered against his hand, he smiled until he looked like the Cheshire cat.

Biting my lower lip, I could see how wet my mouth was in the mirror. Rolling my tongue over my teeth, I glanced at his reflection. I wanted him to fuck me.

Suddenly, I heard Robert’s footsteps as he asked, "Everything okay in there?"

"F-Fine," I answered, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. It was almost impossible to stop my heaving breaths.

Robert's footsteps came closer as Mr. Williams spread my pussy lips and rubbed my clit. My pleasure was increasing along with my fear. He used my juices to lubricate, and it felt just like a tongue as he rubbed me.

"I bet Robert will be looking forward to seeing your lewd appearance," Mr. Williams whispered. I watched in horror as he fiddled with the lock sliding it to the left then slowly turned the knob.

"No! Please, Mr. Williams, don't," I begged in the quietest voice I could muster. Grabbing his hand I tried to pull it back.

Robert's footsteps came to a halt then he said, "I have to take a phone call, Mila but I'll be back soon."

I heard him walk away.

When Mr. Williams pushed his finger inside of my slick slit, I immediately climaxed. Squeezing his hand in deeper with my thighs, I rode it for a minute straight while I kept coming. He moved it in and out faster for me. Reaching up I clung to his neck as he kissed my face. I watched in the mirror as he licked my neck to my ear, playing with it then bit my chin.

I gasped while Mr. Williams held me. My pussy was dripping through my panties. I could feel ropy strings of it sliding between my legs. Turning around I checked out the skirt. It looked like I wet myself.

"I want to take this off. I'm going to soak it through and what kind of explanation can I give Jen?" I asked, my lips shaking as I bit the lower one. He gripped my chin forcing me to face the mirror once more.

"No, you can't take it off. I want you to wear this sopping wet skirt out on your date with Robert."

A shudder of excitement racked my body as we locked eyes in the mirror. He laughed in a whisper seeing my reaction. I loved how possessive he was of me. And he knew it.

Suddenly, my phone rang just as he bent me over. He pushed the skirt up, yanking my panties aside. I could feel his cock tip at my slick hole.

"Hi, Mila? It's me, Robert. I have to get back to work."

Just as he did, Mr. Williams thrust forcefully into my slippery cunt. My cries of pleasure accidentally came through the phone. I winced knowing how bad that was. All of this was so wrong.

I had to hang up.

Dropping the phone with a thump, Mr. Williams squeezed my hips as he plunged his cock deeper into me. Holding the wall for balance, I could see the mirror shaking as he pounded me. Struggling to keep my moans quiet, he stared at me, his breaths panting in my ear. He reached around the front and continued playing with my clit as he fucked me.

Within only a few seconds, I came again. He grunted as he forced his cock in as deep as he could go and kept it there for a second. I reached between my legs and began stroking his balls. Just after I did, he pulled out. Shoving my skirt up, he pulled my panties aside and came all over them. Then he was sure to wedge them into my pussy, snapping them against my skin when he released the string.

"That's my good girl. Go out with Robert while my load is pressing against your pussy. I know you're going to be soaked just imagining it." He slapped my ass, and I grabbed his wrist staring into his eyes for a minute.

He was right despite how wrong all of this was. I couldn’t deny what he said. Instead, I collected all my things, glad my phone wasn’t shattered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you all of the clothes you have here in this dressing room.”

Feeling a striking sense of being used and abused I asked, "Do you often buy dresses for whoever you hook up with or is it just me you treat like a prostitute?"