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The changing rooms at the local Halloween store, Spook-Mart, are fucking small but at least the mirror is full length. You turn one way and then the other, considering whether the skimpy nurse costume you’re wearing is worth it. Next weekend, you, Johnny, and Simon are attending a friend’s Halloween party. The theme is “Gore-fest” and you’re looking to transform yourself into one of the nurses from Silent Hill.
“Don’t forget!” crackles the intercom. “We’re running a special on all costumes! Buy one get one free until close!”
Digging in your purse for your phone, you send out a quick text to Johnny. Come look. I can’t decide. If you had sent a text to Simon, you’d be waiting the rest of the day for him to show up. The man never looks at his phone.
A minute later and there’s a knock on the door. You open it a crack to check that it’s Johnny. A large hand appears, grasping the side of the dressing room door, shoving it open. Johnny steps inside, followed by Simon, the two men taking up far too much space. Each of them wears a mask. Simon’s is Ghostface in red and Johnny’s is a full Baphomet mask.
“I didn’t need the both of you,” you chastise, keeping your voice low in case someone might overhear. “And what the fuck are you wearing?” you ask Johnny, tugging on one of the grey horns.
“We wanted to see,” sing-songs Johnny, the goat head tilts up and back, sweeping over your body. Though you can’t discern any eyeholes, it’s clear that Johnny can see you in that plastic goat head. He whistles lowly. “Fucking bonnie in this, lass.”
You playfully smack his hand only to bump into Simon. His hands land on your shoulders, holding you in place. Johnny’s hands grasp bare thigh. Sliding up, he reveals your thin, lace underwear beneath, the hem of the nurse outfit shoved up to your waist in the process.
“We can’t do this here,” you whisper, knowing that it’s a sorry excuse.
Johnny’s hand slides to the back of your thigh, drawing one leg open to tap the flared head of the butt plug you’ve been wearing all day. Prepping you for when they decide to take you at the same time.
“Yes,” states Johnny. There is no room for negotiation in his tone. “We can.”
Johnny’s hands disappear, replaced by Simon’s. He lifts your left leg, placing your foot on the protruding seat, opening you up. With the small space and their large bodies, you’re completely pressed between them, their immovable forms the perfect counterbalance.
“Me first,” croons Johnny, as he fiddles with the front of his jeans, voice raspy and muted behind the Baphomet mask.
Gripping his shoulders to steady yourself, you press into him as your panties are pulled aside and the head of Johnny’s cock nuzzles your pussy, seeking entrance. “Breathe,” he murmurs as he starts to sink in.
Your fingers dig in, lips parting, a gasping moan of pleasure following on its heels. Simon slaps his hand over your mouth, stifling it.
“That’s just for us, love,” growls Simon as he removes the butt plug.
You bite down on Simon’s fingers as Johnny thrusts up into you. Drool seeps between, coating his skin and your chin. Small droplets drip onto your throat as the butt plug is replaced by the head of Simon’s cock.
“I’m next,” murmurs Simon, the Ghostface mask staring back at you from the dressing room mirror.
With the position the three of you are in, you have a clear view of their cocks moving in and out of your body. You watch, moaning around Simon’s fingers as you experience the stretch of them, of observing the way your pussy and ass accommodate the intrusions.
Thank fuck the dressing rooms are enclosed spaces. No one can peek under the door to see why there are six feet.
“Stop your squirming, lass,” huffs Johnny. A silly thing to demand since his fingers are teasing your clit, rubbing little circles against it. “Can’t draw attention to us.”
Behind you, Simon grunts every time he bottoms out, the sound muted by the mask. “Hold still, Johnny. Gonna fucking come.” His words are slightly strained like he’s speaking through his teeth.
Johnny chuckles, still playing with your clit, but holds still even as Simon’s thrusts increase into rough, sharper bursts that has you panting against his palm. You wrongfully believed that they would wait until after shopping, but here you are, sandwiched between them, taking both their cocks with perfect obedience.
Simon chokes, the red Ghostface mask pressing against the side of your head as his cum fills your ass. Johnny’s hands are devilish things, teasing out a powerful orgasm. Your teeth clench around Simon’s fingers, leaving little marks behind as you squeeze around their cocks.
Holding himself inside of you, Simon supports your weight as Johnny starts to fuck you in earnest, seeking his end.
“Don’t forget!” crackles the intercom. “We’re running a special on all costumes! Buy one get one free until close!”
Zero chance the nurse outfit is going back on the rack.
“About to come, Johnny?” chuckles Simon. His cock is hardening again inside you.
Johnny nods, swears in Gaelic. He pinches your clit, and your pussy clenches. His release shoots out of him, filling your pussy with warmth. You’re stuffed. Arousal mixing with their cum, slickening your thighs.
At this rate, they’ll have to carry you out of the store.