I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.
I thought it didn’t really fit his personality in my mind. She was what you call a “kind” girl, sweet and modest, not given to flashy or panton behavior. She had no cut dresses, wild earrings or lots of mascara. She wasn’t a virgin when we met, and we had sex fairly regularly, so she wasn’t a prude, if you know what I mean. But she didn’t wear a little bikini to the beach or exposed her body a lot, and I never heard her refer to anything sexual in public before. But under her simple and pretty clothes of Ann Taylor Evelyn had what can only be described as a rather lubricated body with full and heavy breasts, which always surprised me a little with their weight when I cut them, Big pink nipples, a full red mouth. Generous hips, that come out of a size in hourglass and a perfectly proportionate ass with a deep and smooth carved crack that divides its round cheeks.
Anyway, I wondered about Evelyn’s mood change, and I wondered if the tailor had given him a hard time or something about the dress. Vaguely thinking about giving her some kind of moral support if she had a fight with him, I went back to the back of the shop. When I arrived, I saw that there was a door leading to a set of small alcoves with half doors painted white to try new clothes. Evelyn must have come through here. I came in, a little nervous and a little on the tip, hoping I didn’t meet a half-dressed woman and get yelled at.
I didn’t hear Evelyn’s voice. I saw that the corridor continued to the left, then turned right. I guess the tailor’s store was further away. Evelyn was there? I walked around. There was a store, and there were tables and pieces of clothing everywhere. It was a mess. I haven’t heard anyone yet. I started sneaking. Then I thought I heard a sound like someone breathing very hard, and I heard a whisper low, like someone speaking softly. It was a man’s voice, down, asking for something, asking for something. Suddenly, I heard Evelyn’s voice. She said “Good, but fast,” and she said it in a normal tone, no murmuring or anything. His voice came from my right, behind a large table stacked with dresses, which I did not see. I swept the table and froze. One moment, I didn’t understand what I saw. What I saw was a man, young, with dark hair and an elegant white shirt. That must be the tailor, I thought. He didn’t have pants. His legs were slightly apart. The knee gracefully in front of him in his pretty, modest grey striped dress was Evelyn, his heavy black hair moving gently removing the big stiff and wet tail from his open mouth. Evelyn got up suddenly. As she turned towards me, I ran behind the table, my heart was beating fast. Between a few dresses I could still see her, but she couldn’t see me. She brought her hand to her mouth and wiped a trace of her chin saliva. She had put a little lipstick on earlier today, but now it was all rubbed. Evelyn turned away from me, raised her dress and pulled her panties towards her ankles. She took them.
Then she carefully put them next to her on the long wooden counter. She turned around and raised her dress on her bare ass, and leaned on the counter. Back with her pretty right hand, on which our engagement ring sparkles, she gently spreads her cheeks from the bottom. I could see the delicate little folds of her vagina surrounded by her dark pubic hair. When I looked at the tailor, he was moving his hand up and down on his dick, rubbing fat stuff on it. I noticed that he had a big dick, and that it was thick and stiff while running slightly on the gland. Behind Evelyn, the tailor put a hand on his bare back. > Where I was I could see it perfectly. He guided his tail down Evelyn, and placed his head between the cheeks of his ass, pressing directly on the brown circle of his anus. And then slowly, but without hesitation, this man pushed his stiff dick to my girlfriend’s ass. She never left me anal even though I tried several times.
Evelyn didn’t make much noise at first. She just bit her lip. The tailor grunts when he entered her, and sighed deeply when her tail was finally standing all the way into her, with her hairy hips firmly resting against Evelyn’s white and smooth buttocks. He started trapping his dick slowly, going back and forth in Evelyn’s back. He put his hands on his hips to stabilize, and started to accelerate, pushing more and more urgently into his asshole. I couldn’t help but imagine his dick swelling as he penetrated her again and again, becoming more and more excited, so that every thrust of his cock sounded more and more deeply in Evelyn’s complete rectum. Evelyn began to moan louder, in time for his movement, a great “Oh! Oh God!” coming from her at the top of each blow, just when the man’s tail filled her most completely. Suddenly, the tailor scratched Evelyn’s hips and he started pushing urgently, forcefully. He took bigger and longer blows, and sometimes I could see the smooth head of his dick emerge completely from Evelyn’s anus before going back into her. He started snoring and snoring loudly, and I could see he was about to fuck. I started to shake a little, with what emotion I don’t know, when I imagined that her big white sperm was sinking into Evelyn’s ass, and that she thought how she would feel her dick butt and swollen in her tight butt. “Oh!” he cried suddenly. He stopped pushing. Move his hands from Evelyn’s hips to his thighs, he pulled her towards him, trying to push his dick as far as possible into my girlfriend’s ass. For a while, he stood there, holding her trapped and penetrating the body. She cried aloud with him, and put his hand on his mouth. I saw her sucking her fingers in her mouth like a dick.
Then he moans and his muscles relax, and he releases her. As he retreated, I saw his penis softened and licked quickly slip Evelyn’s anus and get out. A small white sperm thread flowed from the tip and landed on Evelyn’s white flesh, resting between the cheeks of her beautiful smooth ass. He never touched his breasts. It was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind was in the mist anyway. My thoughts ran, swore together, memories of Evelyn’s chaste kiss after our first date, and the shy way she had left me later caressing her nipples under her sweater, mixing with what I had just seen, Evelyn spreading her generous buttocks so that a strange man could more easily push his dick into her ass. I came back behind the table where they couldn’t see me. I heard voices and movements, and I realized that if I stayed where I was, I would surely be discovered. I needed more time to think, so I walked quickly and quietly out of this back room, in front of the dressing alcoves, and back in the main store. The noisy environment of the store that I emerged seemed surreal to me, with the women walking abruptly in the alleys, the high heels clicking on the polished floor as they scolded their shopping bags, or purging their lips and frowning as they skeptically fingered blouses and scarves on the display stands. The sexual carelessness of all the agitation of the mall contrasted so strongly with the place I had just been, watching a woman get fucked her ass, that I felt dizzy.
What was I gonna tell Evelyn? Only a few minutes had passed since her return, and she would come out very soon. Actually, she came out even though I thought that. She looked normal, suddenly walking towards me and smiling softly in her usual way. Her dress swung naturally, and her red lipstick was no longer bleeding, but I thought I could see that her black hair was a little musk. And of course, I thought of that little sperm bead I saw lying in the crack between her buttocks. Did she know he was here? She wiped it before she put on her panties? Evelyn and I left the store. She told me that the tailor had agreed to change the dress and that she would come back for it in three days. We went out to the main mall and to the music store that had been our destination when we arrived. We had a family restaurant with a large window in front. There were two teenagers eating inside and they watched Evelyn and I pass. They looked a little jealously at Evelyn, and at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of this beautiful woman by my side – I could see Evelyn’s reflection in the restaurant window, and she looked very sharp – quite dark, sweet smile, well shaped legs and big firm tits standing high under her dress. But then I thought: this woman standing next to me, her hand in mine has her ass full of sperm from another man right now. That thought made me weird, and I wanted to sit down. I asked Evelyn if she wanted to go to lunch. She said yes, and we went there. We sat down, and a waitress brought us some menus. I was watching mine when Evelyn suddenly said she was wondering if they had a bathroom here. I said they probably did, and then she said she was going to “refresh a little.” I sat down and thought about my destiny. My girlfriend had just taken one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen in her ass and left a strange man in her and she was perfectly normal. Who was that woman?