I took Allen's hard cock in my mouth and began to suck it slowly.

"Oh, God," said Allen. I rolled my tongue around the tip of his cock and then ran it up and down the sides.

"Suck it faster, babe," said Allen. I happily complied, bobbing my head up and down on his cock as fast as I could.

I grabbed his balls in my hand and stroked them gently with my fingers.

"Oh, baby, that feels soooo good," said Allen.

"Take your clothes off," said Allen. I stopped sucking that beautiful penis. My pussy was hungry now!

I pulled my tee shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Then I slid my sweatpants off of my legs and tossed them in the pile. I spread my legs wide open, inviting Allen to do as he pleased.

Allen knelt down on the linoleum floor in front of me and stuck his long luscious tongue inside my pussy. The room was surrounded by mirrors, reflecting Allen's every move.

My nipples were hard and popped out now.

"Play with my tits," I cried. Allen reached up and massaged my nipples while he swirled his tongue around and around my clit.

"Oh, God, baby...I'm gonna cum! Uh..uhhhhh....oh baby, you got me!" I shouted as my juices ran out of my pussy onto Allen's eager pink tongue.

"My turn," said Allen. "Turn around and get on your knees."

I spun around on the bench so Allen could come at me from behind. He rammed his cock into my soaking pussy and...

There was a knock at the door.

"Everything okay in there?" said the fitting room man.

"Oh, fine, hun," I said. "Just trying to help my boyfriend here with his zipper. Be right out!"

I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud.

Unphased, Allen slid his cock in and out of me harder and faster like I like it.

"Oooh!" we moaned together. I glanced in the mirror and seeing how hot Allen looked in pink pushed me over the edge.

"I'm...gonna...cum...again" I said as Allen smiled behind me.

"Come on, baby," he said and I screamed so loud it sounded like my voice was blaring over the Allmart intercom.

"I'm almost there, too!" said Allen, pumping me faster and faster.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...uhhhh....I'm yours, baby!" he said and I soon felt his hot juices flooding my pussy then running out over my clit.

Another knock at the door.

"Please, keep it down in there," said the fitting room man. "Or...I'll...lose my job!" he squealed.

Allen and I chuckled. I felt a bit sorry for the little guy and I didn't want to see him get fired. Maybe he was a bit of a jerk but he was obviously a hardworking jerk who probably had a family at home to feed.

I stood up and slipped my clothes back on as Allen stripped out of his dress and slid back into his guy stuff. He hung the dress neatly on its hanger and we fixed ourselves up in the mirror a bit and exited the room.

"Will you be purchasing that dress or would you like me to put it back for you?" asked the fitting room clerk whose disapproving look was now replaced by a sad, defeated one.

"Oh, it's definitely a keeper," said Allen. He tossed the dress into the buggy and we wheeled it to the register, knowing we'd both return soon to look for more feminine bargains and to visit the fitting room man.