The dressing room

The boutique was mostly empty—just the faint sound of soft ambient music, a polite salesgirl folding lingerie near the counter, and Aleksandra with her usual grace and quiet command of the air around her.

He hadn’t planned to follow her in. He hadn’t planned anything. But when Aleksandra walked past him on the sidewalk, hips swaying, eyes half-lidded like she was hiding a thousand secrets, something inside him pulled. So he followed. Just a few steps behind. Curious. Maybe a little desperate.

She knew. Of course she knew.

She didn’t say a word when he entered. Just raised one brow slightly, grabbed a few pieces of red lace and silk from the racks, and sauntered into the dressing room with a look over her shoulder that screamed, watch me.

“Wait outside,” she said. “Unless you want a preview.”

He sat.

Waiting.

Wanting.

The curtain rustled. His breath hitched. Then it opened just a sliver.

Enough to show him her reflection in the mirror. A red slip clinging to her like desire itself. Bare back. Long legs. No bra. No panties. Just the hum of sex in the air.

Then—another figure.

The salesgirl.

Blonde. Slender. With wicked eyes.

She stepped inside the stall and closed the curtain behind her. He blinked. Confused. Turned on beyond reason.

He couldn’t see much—just shapes in motion, shadows behind the curtain. But then the curtain opened just a bit again, just enough to reveal everything. Aleksandra, standing still, red slip barely covering her breasts. The salesgirl behind her, gently slipping one strap off Aleksandra's shoulder. Then the other.

He gasped.

The blonde met his gaze through the gap and smiled—sinful. Then she kissed Aleksandra's shoulder. Her neck. Her lips. Slow. Familiar. Lovers.

Aleksandra moaned softly as the dress slid down her body. The blonde palmed her breasts, circled her nipples with delicate fingers, and kept her eyes on him.

"Bend over," she said to Aleksandra.

Aleks obeyed with a wicked smirk.

"Unzip his pants and suck his cock."

He was already standing. Already shaking.

Aleksandra pulled the curtain aside, knelt, unzipped him, and pulled his cock free with a gleam in her eye. He moaned as her warm mouth wrapped around him, tongue swirling, lips tight, bobbing slow and deep while her friend stepped in behind her.

The blonde knelt too, parting Aleksandra’s thighs and slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy. Aleksandra moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating down his shaft.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t speak. Just thrust gently into her mouth, watching her breasts bounce with every stroke, the blonde's fingers fucking her from behind.

"Turn around," the blonde commanded. "Ride him."

Aleksandra stood, dripping, climbed onto his lap as he sat back into the chair. She grabbed his cock, rubbed it through her folds, and sank down on him with a gasp.

Soaked.

So tight.

He nearly came right then.

She began to ride him hard—fast, wet slaps of skin, her hands braced on his thighs. Her friend leaned over him, her perfect tits pressed to his face. He sucked one nipple, then the other, while Aleksandra fucked him like she needed it to live.

"You don't get to cum," Aleks said, panting. "Not yet. Not until we both do. I need you to fuck me till I cum."

He whimpered, nodding, lost.

Aleksandra's body tensed. She ground hard against him, clit dragging on his pelvis. Her moans grew louder, sharper, until she came with a cry, collapsing against his chest.

Then she moved aside.

"Your turn," she whispered to her friend.

The blonde straddled him, leaned back, spread her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening, open, waiting.

"Lick me."

He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. She tasted like heaven. His tongue worked fast, then slow, then fast again, until she was gripping his hair, riding his face.

Behind him, Aleksandra ran her fingers down his back. Then lower. Then between his cheeks. One finger slipped inside, slick and possessive. Her other hand stroked his cock while he moaned into the blonde's cunt.

He was shaking.

He was begging.

"Please, Aleks. Please let me cum."

She leaned in. Bit his ear. Whispered, “Not yet.”

Her hand moved faster. Her finger thrust deeper.

The blonde cried out, cumming hard on his face.

Aleksandra groaned, turned on by everything—the way his body obeyed, the way her friend moaned, the way his cock pulsed in her hand.

She bit his ear harder.

"Cum for me. Now."

He exploded—cock jerking, spilling hot across the floor, his mouth still on the blonde's clit, all three of them moaning into the heat of the moment, not caring who heard, who walked in.

When it was over, they collapsed together on the dressing room floor, tangled, wet, shaking.

Later, as they dressed and the shop neared closing, Aleksandra kissed her friend softly.

"I’ll see you tonight," she said. "Bring your special toy."

She turned to him, kissed his lips once, slow.

He looked dazed. Hungry.

"Wait… what toy?" he asked.

Aleksandra smiled.

"That," she said, "you might learn next time. Or never. Or maybe... you’ll get to watch us."

And then she was gone.

What would you do if I offer you a meeting with Aleks?

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, ALEKS!