As Narcissa disappeared behind the door of the dressing room, I looked around, trying to spot the sales assistant. "Perfect," I murmured when I ascertained that she was away. I stood up and walked towards the door that was closed by Narcissa just a moment ago, hiding behind it as she changed. I pushed it open, not even bothering to knock, revealing Narcissa, who was trying to get out of her skirt, her shirt already on the ground. "Let me help you mother," I said, ignoring her expression of shock as I reached for her back, unhooking her bra with just a caress.
"Son, you scared me," she said, trembling as my fingers danced over her back. Her arms rose to catch her bra, which, without support, was sliding down, risking to reveal her body to my eyes. I would have stopped her from doing that, but decided to use the opportunity to take a step closer to her, and put my fingers over the zipper that was holding her skirt in place.
"Sorry, mom," I answered, aware that my expression didn't match my words at all. Not that Narcissa looked like she was paying attention to that, distracted by the slow clicks that filled the room as I dragged her zipper down in a deliberate slowness. "Since you are not familiar with the muggle-style clothing, I thought you might appreciate my help." My fingers dragged over her skin that was hidden under her skirt, while the said piece of cloth slid to its freedom and pooled around her feet.
"No-, of course not," she stammered in hurry, quick to inform me about the lack of her objection, like her quickening breath and aroused gaze wasn't enough, even when tinged with fear of getting caught.
"Good," I said as my fingers hooked around her panties, pulling them down slightly.
"Draco?" she murmured in confusion, looking at my fingers as I dragged her panties down. She looked like she would have preferred to grab it to prevent its descent, but I had taught her better than directly interfering with my actions. "Why are you removing them?"
"To make the dress fit better on you, of course," I answered. "You don't want ugly lines from your underwear to disrupt the beautiful sight this dress would provide, do you?"
"Of course not," she said in a manner that she doubtlessly thought as resigned, but from the mirror, I could see her slit glistening with arousal, telling me that her words were nothing more than a vain attempt to hide her excitement.
"Good, now let's get rid of the bra." I brought my hand over her chest, and pulled the bra off between her unresisting fingers, a move that left my arm wrapped around her, and she stood directly in front of me. Never one to miss such an opportunity, I pushed my hips forward until my erection was safely nested between her cheeks. It was tempting to push her forward until her tits were smashed against the mirror, impaling her mercilessly, but I held back. Instead, I whispered into her ear. "Look at the mirror."
She did, captivated by the view of her naked beauty, my body pressing against her from behind in a promise that begged to be fulfilled. And truthfully, I was tempted to do just that, enticed by the idea of taking the premier pureblood Narcissa Malfoy on the floor of a mundane department store, but I didn't want all the efforts that went to picking the dress to went to waste.
"Raise your arms," I ordered, my fingers closing around the red dress. She did so, her stretched body even more enticing than before. It was a real game of willpower to not to do anything sexual other than occasional grab or caress as I gently pulled the dress on her. "You look amazing," I murmured.
"Thanks, son," she murmured halfheartedly, captivated by her own reflection just like of her namesake. But in her case, it was justified, I noted even as I licked my lips to combat arousal-induced dryness. The little red dress wrapped around her to reveal her toned body for any onlooker's gaze. Even discounting its tightness, it had a thin but deep cleavage in the front, going until her belly, revealing the inner side of her breasts. The back of her dress was even worse, the emptiness went deep until her bottom, enroaching the area that should have belonged to her skirt enough to hint the absence of her panties, which was also short enough to protect her secret only when she was standing completely upright. On top of all, the silky fabric of her dress was extremely thin, not doing anything to hide neither her erect nipples, nor her rising arousal down there.
I let my hands roam over her body freely, mounting a lingering invasion over her inviting cleavage. It was a real display of willpower, denying the request of fingers to delve deep into her chest to sank into her inviting flesh once more. It was tempting to push the short dress up to create a convenient access for me, and take her right in the dressing room. But that would have wasted a lot more interesting opportunities afforded by the setting. "The dress is perfect. Let's go," I said simply instead.
I watched as a wave of disappointment spread through her face, but she said nothing, just reached towards her actual clothes. Clothes that I vanished before she could grab them. "Draco?" she said, confused.
"You're already dressed, aren't you, mother? Why would you need those scraps?" I said, enjoying the blossoming of panic, once again accompanied by arousal, replacing her momentary disappointment.
"But I can't go out like that," she said, her arms wrapping around her breasts to fend off the imaginary onlookers. But even while saying that, her excitement was showing through.
"You can and you will," I said, taking a step towards her which forced her to look up. "Because I said so." Then, without waiting for an answer, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the dressing booth. She yelped in surprise, but put no resistance, obediently following.
There was a small complication waiting for us outside. The sales assistant had returned to the floor while we were discussing the best way of putting the dress, putting her a prime location to watch us leaving the dressing room together. Her eyes popped open in shock, no doubt coming to some accurate, but likely a bit excessive, conclusions about what had been going on in the dressing room.
I didn't bother to act apologetic, choosing to smirk at her smugly. She blushed deeply. She was supposed to kick us out of the shop, or giving us a stern warning at least, but no words left her mouth. It wasn't surprising. It was very difficult to stick to the store policy when it stood between you and several thousand in commission. Still, her silence tickled my imagination, and I decided to test just how far I could push her. "Can we get several pairs stilettos to try, mostly black and red," I said, and she scuttled, taking the opportunity to get away from the situation as quick as she could, leaving me alone with Narcissa.
"Draco," she pleaded as I gently pushed her on the chair. "What are you doing?"
I spent a second to enjoy the view created by her dress, which turned out to be too short to properly cover her while she was sitting. "Why mom, we need to find some shoes for you of course. We can't go dancing if you are barefoot."
"But, what about my…" she said, her voice dwindling half-way. "What about my panties?"
"What about them," I said, acting surprised. "Is there a problem?" I added even as I placed my hand on her leg, sliding upwards until my fingers reached her wet lips. "Mother!" I said in a mock surprise. "Did you know that your panties were absent? How could such a disgrace happen" She opened her mouth to reply, but I was ready, my lips clamping to hers, arresting her words. "But don't worry, as a good son, I will gladly take the task of protecting your modesty in their absence!" My fingers slid inside her, a cry run off her lips, reverberating in me even as my rhythmic invasion explored her tunnel. Then, I pulled as quick as I started, leaving Narcissa fumbling to cover herself.
She barely managed to push through the border of being presentable before the sales assistant arrived, but with her red face and messy demeanor, there wasn't a chance that the sales assistant miss what had gone through in her absence. However, she did the smart thing and acted completely obvious, ensuring to receive a generous tip. None of us were inclined to speak. They weren't because of the thick air of awkwardness in the room, and I wasn't because I was busy enjoying their discomfort, even as my fingers danced over Narcissa's shoulders, naked other than her thin straps. The assistant crouched in front of Narcissa, a shoe already on her hand, while I was looming above Narcissa, watching the reaction of both of them.
"Could you raise your foot," the assistant asked, and Narcissa did so, her hands tight around her skirt in an effort to hide lack of her underwear. A vain effort, I assumed based on the slight widening of her eyes. But once again, she proved that the customer experience was more important to her than modesty, helping Narcissa try several different shoes without uttering a word. Even my hands, growing progressively more adventurous around Narcissa's breasts, caressing the skin left unprotected by the dress without the slightest attempt to hide my actions. The assistant left as silent as she arrived, though her steps quickened quite a bit when a small whimper escaped her mouth when I sank my fingers aggressively, disappearing around the corner.
"Did you enjoy your shopping trip, mother?" I asked, letting my hands finally invade her glorious breasts, sliding under the deficient cover of her dress.
"Why are you doing this, Draco?" she murmured, her words conveying helplessness, a message that wasn't shared by the tone of her voice, reverberating thick in an unmet desire, proving it wasn't just me that enjoyed the last part of the shopping. She enjoyed being on display as much as I enjoyed displaying her.
"I'm doing it, because I enjoy it, mother. Do I need another reason?"
She opened her mouth, but her confused expression told me that she was yet to decide what to say. There were more useful things her mouth could do, such as communicating her pleasure, so I squeezed her breasts hard, my fingers pushing into her firm flesh. She moaned, the pleasure finally overriding her previous attempts of maintaining control. I could've blocked the sound with a silencing charm, but I was curious about whether the assistant would arrive to break us up, and how Narcissa would act in case of such interruption.
I was quite disappointed when the assistant didn't come back to the upstairs during the next minute. The solution, escalating even further. I pulled back without warning, leaving Narcissa blinking in the sudden change of flow. I sat down to the nearby couch, one with the added benefit of being directly visible to anyone that would climb the stairs.
Narcissa looked at me questioningly, and I patted my lap, calling her closer, unzipping my pants for the good measure, naked view of my cock leaving no question about for what I was inviting her for. "Draco, we can't do it here," she said, but I chose to categorize her complaint as empty words considering she was already walking towards me in quick steps. I said nothing, just leaned back, enhancing the display of my shaft. A display that she was very much interested in, considering that her eyes were stuck on it, akin to a starving woman observing an all-can-you-eat buffet.
She stood in front of me, preparing to fell on her knees, but I had other ideas. I grabbed her arm and made her turn, then pulled her on my lap, my girth sliding easily inside her well-lubricated tunnel. "Draco, we can't do it here," she tried to argue, her sentence broken half-way as my shaft invaded her tunnel.
"Don't be silly, mother," I said as I pulled her dress down, revealing her tits to any observer that might come across. Though considering how revealing the dress was, one could argue that not much had changed. "Of course we can, what can stop us."
"But what if someone comes upstairs and sees us?"
"You should make sure to keep your voice low then," I added before clamping my hands on her waist, using my hold to push my cock even deeper inside her. Of course, I knew she lacked the ability to control herself under a determined assault, but that did little to blunt the strength I put behind it.
Soon, I could hear someone climbing up the stairs, a woman if I was correct in identifying the sound as the heeled shoes connecting with the wooden stairs. A second later, head of the sales assistant popped into my field of vision, affirming my conclusion about the gender of our uninvited guest. Uninvited only for a limited understanding of the word though, considering the amount of effort I put to summon her upstairs. "What is going on here!" she whispered in an urgent tone.
Narcissa yelped in panic, her hands rising to cover her tits to limit her nakedness, though how effective it would be when her slit, sopping wet, skewered with my thickness, was still on full display. Still, it was a moot point considering I grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back to give a beautiful arch to her chest, enhancing the beauty of her breasts.
Seeing her initial warning was not effective, the assistant walked closer to us and repeated her panicked question. "Please, sir, you can't do it here!" But her gaze told a different story, lingering at the point where Narcissa's body merged with mine.
The interesting mixture of panic, obligation, and arousal she displayed was too attractive to ignore. "I have no intention of stopping before I get my release," I said even as I held her gaze captive in mine. The bloom of panic on her face was positively delightful, an expression that was sure to find its match on Narcissa's face.
"But-" she murmured, lost, before I cut her halfway, which somehow increased the intensity of her arousal.
"If you want us to stop, why don't you help this slut finish her job," I said, a hard spank to her bottom that left her flesh rippling removing even the slightest doubt about who I referred as the slut.
The rise of arousal on her face was unmistakable, but even with that, she looked like she was about to reject the proposition until the combination of my relentless assault and the mortification she felt under the situation finally broke Narcissa's control over her voice, and her voice, unmistakable for anything other than pure lust, filled the room. Moreover, Narcissa was unable to cover her mouth with her hand, simply because her wrists were still tightly imprisoned in my grip, preventing the simple solution of pressing her hand over her lips to suppress her voice.
The sales assistant looked at me helplessly, begging for me to stop, or failing that, letting her hands free so that Narcissa cover her mouth. I had no intention of doing either. More than a minute passed like that, where she just watched in shock as I continued to slam into Narcissa. Then, I decided to force her hand and started fucking Narcissa harder, which made her moans even louder. The assistant, helpless, chose the only option she had, and walked towards us in rapid steps until she was directly in front of Narcissa, who was too busy moaning repeatedly. Despite her hesitant expression, she pressed her hand over Narcissa's mouth, suppressing her voice to a manageable degree.
Minutes passed like that, and her initial shock slowly drained away, to be replaced by a helpless resignation. She was shocked because she was doing her best to suppress the voice of a woman who was being rammed by another man in the middle of her shop. Resignation replaced it because it likely occurred her that she was stuck there with us until the end if she didn't want to explain to her bosses how she failed to prevent a couple of customers from having sex in the middle of the shop. Of course, neither emotion was long-lived, both replaced by desire soon after. After all, it was hard to regulate your own passion when you were trying to silence a woman that was doing her best trying to shatter windows with her passion, slammed continuously by a rich and reasonably handsome man.
The first forfeit she made was her hand, pressing on Narcissa's waist in a fleeting touch in a way that a casual onlooker would assume to balance. But I know what it was, she was testing us to see how we would react. I acted like I hadn't noticed it, and Narcissa was far too gone to notice it. After a brief indecision, she decided to continue, said hand starting to travel over Narcissa's skin, hard to notice at first, but picking speed soon after. Soon, her hand was exploring Narcissa's delectable breasts, her hesitancy burning quicker than summer grass.
"Now we're talking," I murmured a minute later, when her hand finally traveled down until her fingers were around my balls, massaging them softly. However, with one of her hands still pressing against Narcissa's lips, the position wasn't exactly comfortable, forcing her to stretch both sides.
For a moment, she looked around but came empty, then our eyes met, hers beaming mischievously. Her hand pulled away from my balls only to slid under her skirt. When it came down once more, it was dragging her panties along, stained with her arousal. She shifted gaze to Narcissa and whispered. "Open wide." Her mind addled with pleasure, Narcissa wasn't in a condition to deny an order regardless of the source. Her mouth opened wide, allowing our unexpected guest to stuff her panties to Narcissa's mouth. The glee on the assistant's face was clear, enjoying the rough treatment she was employing on one of the women that bossed her around every day.
"Finally," she murmured, her earlier hesitation long lost, and bent down until her lips were hovering just an inch from where my shaft was subjecting Narcissa to a sweet torture. Her tongue darted out, caressing the bottom of my shaft, compounding my pleasure, but not as much as a minute later, when her lips clamped on my balls, licking, sucking, and otherwise teasing without a mercy.
I was already building up for a nice climax, so when Narcissa clamped tight around my shaft with her own arousal, she pushed me far too close to my release. I was tempted to fill Narcissa with my release, but decided that our surprise guest earned her share instead. Instead, I decided to reward our surprise participant. I let go of Narcissa's wrists, using my hands, now free of any obligation, to force her to stand, and the assistant lost no time before wrapping her lips around my girth. That proved to be enough, and I started filling her mouth.
I sat there, her lips wrapped around my shaft as she drank every last drop, while Narcissa bustled around, trying to make herself nominally presentable after removing her makeshift gag. "Such a good, selfless service," I said as I stood up, making a note to leave a generous tip as I pay for our purchases.