Maggie Hill
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Open Blinds Part 4 By Maggie Hill
🕑 Added 2025-05-12 11:54:37 +0000 UTCMaggie's heart sank as her mother handed her an armful of dresses and skirts, the fabric soft and feminine in her hands. She knew what was coming, knew what her mother expected of her, and yet, she found herself nodding along, a puppet on a string, unable to resist.
"How about you take these and go try them on, dear?" her mother said, her voice saccharine sweet, oblivious to the internal turmoil raging within her daughter.
Maggie took the clothes, her fingers trembling as she clutched them to her chest. She made her way to the changing room, her legs moving of their own accord, her mind a whirlwind of fear and anticipation. She stepped into the cramped space, the employee unlocking the door and letting her in with it closing behind her with a click. It was only then that the reality of her situation hit her like a freight train.
She was trapped.
Maggie stood in the cramped changing room, the soft glow of the fluorescent lights illuminating the stark white walls and the small, cushioned bench in the corner. The dresses and skirts hung limply from her trembling fingers, a physical manifestation of her mother's expectations, of the femininity she had always resisted. She knew what she had to do, knew that she had to try on the clothes, to model them for her mother, but the thought filled her with dread. She glanced down at herself, her baggy shorts and loose t-shirt suddenly feeling like a suit of armor, a barrier between her and the world outside. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to undress, peeling off her clothes layer by layer until she was standing there in nothing but her bare skin. She could feel the cool air on her exposed flesh, could feel the dampness between her legs, a constant reminder of her arousal, of the forbidden thoughts that had consumed her earlier.
Maggie reluctantly slipped on the first dress, the soft cotton fabric caressing her skin like a lover's touch. It was modest compared to the other options her mother had picked out. However, to Maggie, it still felt like a prison, a trap designed to ensnare her in a feminine facade that she had always despised. The dress was form-fitting, hugging her curves in all the right places, the hem falling just above her mid-thigh. She could feel the fabric brushing against her bare pussy, a constant reminder of her state of undress, of the forbidden arousal that pulsed through her veins. She didn't even bother to look in the mirror, her mind too focused on the task at hand, on getting this over with so she could go home and forget about this nightmare. She stepped out of the changing room, her bare feet padding softly on the tiled floor.
As Maggie stepped out into the main part of the store, the cool air from the AC hit her like a physical force, making her gasp. She could feel the fabric of the dress clinging to her skin, could feel the way it rode up, exposing more of her thighs than she was comfortable with. She suddenly felt bottomless, as if the dress had disappeared entirely, leaving her bare and exposed for all to see. She glanced down, her heart pounding in her chest, expecting to see her bare pussy on display, her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem of the dress. She quickly put a hand down to cover herself, before realizing that she was, in fact, fully covered. She was letting her imagination run wild, her arousal making her see things that weren't there, twisting her perceptions until she couldn't tell what was real and what was fantasy.
Maggie's mother's face lit up as she saw her daughter emerge from the changing room, her smile wide and genuine.
"Oh, Maggie," she gushed, her eyes roaming over the dress, taking in every detail, "you look absolutely beautiful, sweetie, that dress was made for you."
Maggie shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress, trying to pull it down to cover more of her legs. She could feel the eyes of the other customers and employees on her, could sense their hunger, their desire. She felt like she was naked, like the dress had disappeared entirely, leaving her bare and exposed for all to see. She could feel her nipples poking against the thin fabric, could feel the way the dress clung to her curves, highlighting her ass in a way that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Maggie hurried back to the safety of the changing room, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly shed the first dress, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. She reached for the next dress, a strapless number in a soft, flowing fabric. She slipped it on, the cool material sliding against her skin, making her gasp. She could feel the way the dress clung to her curves, could feel the way it left her shoulders bare, her collarbone exposed. She tugged at the top, trying to pull it up to cover more of her skin, but it was no use. The dress was designed to show off, to expose, to make her feel like she was naked even though she was covered.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knew she had to do this, knew she had to face the world in this dress, to let them see her, to let them desire her. Maggie stepped out of the changing room, her heart racing, her palms slick with sweat. The strapless dress clung to her like a second skin, the soft fabric accentuating every curve, every dip and swell of her body. She could feel the cool air on her bare shoulders, on the swell of her breasts, on the expanse of her thighs. It was a sensation she wasn't used to, one that made her feel vulnerable, exposed, naked, even though she was fully covered.
Her mother's reaction was immediate, a squeal of delight escaping her lips as she took in the sight of her daughter.
"Maggie!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with wonder.
"You look absolutely stunning, sweetie! That dress is perfect on you," Maggie ducked her head, a blush staining her cheeks.
As Maggie continued to try on dress after dress, the attention of the customers and the employee manning the changing room grew more and more apparent. Every time she emerged from the changing room, she could feel their eyes on her, could sense their hunger, their desire. It was a heady feeling, one that both excited and terrified her.
The employee, a man who looked old enough to be her father, seemed particularly captivated by her, his gaze following her every move. She could feel his eyes on her, could sense the way his breath caught when she bent to adjust the hem of a dress, when she ran her hands over her curves, smoothing out the fabric. It reminded her of the way the man at the grocery store had looked at her, the way Mr. Eisen's eyes had devoured her, and to her horror, she felt a familiar ache between her legs, a throbbing need that seemed to grow with each passing second.
Maggie's heart sank as her mother held up the next dress, a sleeveless mini swing dress in a navy floral print. She knew without even trying it on that it would be a disaster, that it would be too short, too tight, too revealing in all the wrong ways. She took the dress from her mother's hands, the fabric soft and sheer between her fingers, a bad omen of things to come.
She stepped into the changing room, the door clicking shut behind her with a sense of finality. She slipped the dress over her head, the fabric sliding over her skin like water. She could feel the way it clung to her curves, could see the way it left little to the imagination, the delicate floral print doing nothing to hide the silhouette of her body beneath.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She stepped out of the changing room, the cool air hitting her exposed legs and her bare shoulders.
With a sudden bang before she closed the door, Maggie realized she had dropped one of the clothing hangers. Maggie bent over to retrieve the fallen hanger, her body moving on autopilot, her mind still reeling from the way the dress clung to her curves, from the way it left her feeling exposed, vulnerable. She didn't think, didn't consider the implications of her actions, of the way the dress would ride up, exposing more of her than she ever intended. She straightened up, the hanger in her hand, and turned to leave the changing room, oblivious to the fact that the attendant had a clear, unobstructed view of her bare pussy, her ass, the way her legs trembled with a blend of fear and arousal.
She stepped out into the main part of the store, the bright lights and the chatter of the other customers assaulting her senses. She could feel the eyes on her, could sense their hunger, their desire, and it made her skin crawl with a blend of humiliation and excitement.
"No, no, no, no," Maggie's mother sputtered, her face flushing with embarrassment as she took in the sight of her daughter in the navy floral dress.
She couldn't bring herself to say why, couldn't form the words to express the shame and disappointment she felt at seeing her innocent little girl in such a revealing, inappropriate outfit. Instead, she ushered Maggie back into the changing room, her hands tugging at the fabric of the dress, trying to cover more of her daughter's exposed skin. She grabbed the next dress off the rack, a blue and white striped number that looked dull and uninspired compared to the others. She practically shoved it into Maggie's hands, her voice tight with frustration and urgency.
"Here, try this one on," she ordered, before turning on her heel and leaving the changing room, not even bothering to fully close the door in her haste to put some distance between herself and the uncomfortable situation.
Maggie stood in the changing room, the blue and white striped dress hanging limply from her fingers. She glanced at the door, watching as her mother disappeared from view, the door swinging shut but not latching fully, leaving a small gap. She sighed, resigned to her fate. She slipped the navy floral dress off, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. She was completely naked, vulnerable, exposed in a way that made her skin crawl with a blend of shame and excitement. She reached for the striped dress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she tried to unbutton it. As she stood there, naked and oblivious, the attendant watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every dip and swell. She had no idea that she was being watched, that her nakedness was on display, a feast for the hungry eyes of a man old enough to be her father.
Maggie finally managed to button up the striped dress, the fabric scratching against her sensitive skin. She smoothed her hands over the skirt, straightening out the wrinkles, trying to make the best of a bad situation. She glanced at the door, her brow furrowing as she tried to remember if she had closed it or not. She shrugged, deciding it didn't matter. She was just eager to get this over with, to face her mother's criticism and move on with her life.
She pushed the door open, stepping out into the main part of the store, oblivious to the fact that she had been giving a private show to the attendant, that he had seen every inch of her naked body, had drunk in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst. She scanned the racks, looking for her mother, not even noticing the way the attendant's eyes followed her, not even sensing the hunger, the desire that radiated from him in waves.
Maggie's heart sank as her mother held up the final dress, a sleeveless mini swing dress that looked innocent enough, but Maggie knew better than to trust appearances. She took the dress from her mother's hands, the fabric soft and flowy between her fingers, a bad omen of things to come.
She hurried back to the changing room, praying that this would be the last dress, the last time she would have to subject herself to this humiliation. She stripped off the striped dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She stood there for a moment, naked and exposed, but this time, she allowed herself to relish the sensation, to bask in the knowledge that she was naked, even if it was only in the confines of the changing room. She slipped on the final dress, the fabric swishing around her thighs, the hem falling just above her knees.
She stepped out of the changing room, ready to face the music, to get her mother's final verdict. She glanced at the mirror, taking in her reflection. She looked pretty, she had to admit, the dress flowing around her legs, the sleeves falling off her shoulders in a way that was both innocent and alluring. She couldn't resist; she did a little twirl, watching as the dress fluttered around her, the fabric clinging to her curves, highlighting her assets in a way that made her blood sing.
But as she spun, the hem of the dress flew up, exposing more than she intended. She gasped, her hands flying to her hips, trying to push the fabric back down, to cover herself. But it was too late. She had exposed herself, had flashed her bare pussy, her ass, to anyone who was looking.
She turned to look at the attendant, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, her heart pounding in her chest. She expected to see shock, disgust, maybe even anger on his face, but instead, she saw something else entirely. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, his eyes dark with hunger, with desire. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, a throbbing need that seemed to grow with each passing second. She knew she should be horrified, should be running for the hills, but instead, she found herself drawn to him, to the power he held over her, to the way he made her feel alive in a way that no one else ever had.
She took a step towards him, her body moving of its own accord, her eyes locked on his. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could sense the way his breath caught as she approached. She was playing with fire, she knew that, but she couldn't help herself.
Maggie's trance was abruptly broken by her mother's voice, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a knife.
"Come on, Maggie, final one," she called out, her voice laced with impatience.
Maggie blinked, coming back to reality, her cheeks burning with a blend of shame and frustration. She quickly pushed down the hem of the dress, trying to cover herself, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, that she hadn't just been lost in a moment of forbidden desire with another man old enough to be her father.
She stepped out into the main part of the store, her legs shaky, her heart racing. She could feel the attendant's eyes on her, could sense his hunger, his desire, but she refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge the way he made her feel. Her mother's face lit up as she saw Maggie, her smile wide and genuine.
"Oh, Maggie," her hands clasped together in delight.
As Maggie's mother gushed over the final dress, praising her daughter's looks and the way the fabric flowed around her curves, the attendant seized his opportunity. He slipped into the changing room, moving with a quietness that belied his size. His eyes scanned the small space, taking in the discarded dresses and Maggie's clothes strewn about carelessly.
A wicked smile played on his lips as he gathered up the discarded garments, running his fingers over the soft fabrics, imagining them on Maggie's naked body. Slowly, methodically, he hung each item on the "Go Back" rack, his mind already conjuring up the delicious scene that would unfold when Maggie returned to the changing room and found her clothes missing.
Maggie stepped back into the changing room, her mother's praise still ringing in her ears. But as soon as the door closed behind her, her face contorted in disgust. She hated this dress, hated the way it made her feel, like a piece of meat on display. She reached for the hem, tugging it over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She draped it over the door, a clear message to her mother that this dress was a hard no.
But as she turned to grab her clothes, her heart sank. She scanned the small space, her eyes widening in horror as she realized that all of her clothes were gone. Her shorts, her t-shirt, even the other dresses she had tried on - all of them had vanished, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. Before she could process what was happening, she looked back to see that the dress she was just wearing was gone as well.
Maggie's heart raced as she cracked open the door, peeking out into the main part of the store. She scanned the area, her eyes darting from side to side, searching for any sign of her missing clothes, for any clue as to what had happened to them. But instead, she found herself locking eyes with the attendant, the man who had been watching her, undressing her with his eyes all day long.
He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a smug smirk playing on his lips. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could sense the way his eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. She felt a flush creeping up her cheeks, a heady blend of fear and arousal coursing through her veins.
"Looking for something?" he drawled, his voice low and mocking, "because I think you might have left it in the changing room."
Maggie's eyes widened as she spotted a glimpse of her shirt, crumpled on the floor near the attendant's feet. She didn't think, didn't stop to consider the implications of her actions. She bolted out of the changing room, her bare feet slapping against the tiled floor, her heart pounding in her ears. She didn't even register her nakedness, didn't realize that she was exposing herself.
It wasn't until she reached the attendant, her hand outstretched, that she suddenly became aware of her state of undress. She froze, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, her nipples hardening in the cool air. She could feel his eyes taking in every inch of her.
Just as the realization of her nakedness hit Maggie, she heard the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. She glanced over her shoulder, panic rising in her chest as she sensed another customer about to enter the changing area, her eyes wide with shock and confusion.
In a split second, Maggie made a decision. She ducked under the podium, hiding herself from view, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel the attendant's presence looming over her, could sense his amusement, his hunger. She was trapped, naked and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
"How many items?" the attendant asked, his voice a low purr, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
"Six," the customer muttered, her attention focused on the dresses in her hands, oblivious to the scene unfolding before her.
The attendant handed her a number, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary.
"Room 7 is available," he said, his voice soft and suggestive.
Slowly, deliberately, he unzipped his pants, reaching in, his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, jutting out obscenely in Maggie's direction. Maggie's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could sense the weight of his gaze on her, could feel the pulsing need between her legs.
As the attendant's cock sprang free, Maggie felt a surge of pure, unadulterated desire course through her veins. It was as if her body was moving of its own accord, her mind clouded with a haze of lust and need. She leaned forward, her hand gripping the base of his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, could sense the power, the control he held over her. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, and in one swift motion, she took him into her mouth.
Maggie's arousal had completely taken over, crushing any semblance of logic, any shred of rationality. She could feel the attendant's cock pulsing against her tongue, could taste the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip.
The intensity of the moment was heightened by Maggie's complete vulnerability, her utter exposure hidden beneath the podium. She could feel the cool air on her bare skin, could sense the danger, the wrongness of what she was doing, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She was at the mercy of this stranger, this man old enough to be her father, completely naked and at his command.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel him throbbing against her, could hear the low groans of pleasure that escaped his lips. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper still, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, stroking him, teasing him.
Maggie's eyes widened in panic as she heard her mother's voice calling her name. She nearly choked on the attendant's cock as it hit the back of her throat, the shock of the situation making her gag. She could feel his fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place, forcing her to take him deeper, to swallow around his throbbing length.
"Excuse me, sir, have you seen my daughter?" Maggie's mother asked, her voice growing closer.
She was just on the other side of the podium, completely oblivious to the fact that her daughter was inches away from her, naked and sucking a stranger's cock.
"You're daughter, ma'am? Can you describe her?" the attendant asked, his voice steady, his composure not wavering for a second.
Maggie's heart raced, her mind screaming at her to stop, to pull away, to run, but her body wouldn't obey. The risk, the danger, the sheer wrongness of the situation only served to heighten Maggie's arousal, making her suck and stroke the attendant's cock with even more fervor. She could hear her mother's voice growing more frantic, more concerned, but it only spurred her on, made her take him deeper, made her moan around his length, the vibrations traveling up his shaft.
"This tall," her mother said, gesturing with her hand, "short brownish-blackish hair, she's been trying on dresses all morning."
Maggie's pussy was dripping, her juices coating her inner thighs. She could feel the attendant's cock pulsing in her mouth, could sense that he was getting close, could feel the tension coiling in his body. She doubled her efforts, her hand pumping furiously, her mouth sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
The attendant's lie was smooth, his flirtation practiced and persuasive.
"Oh, that nice, sweet young lady," he said, his voice dripping with charm, "I thought she was your younger sister, not your daughter."
Maggie's mother let out a little laugh, a blush staining her cheeks at the compliment.
"Oh, sir, thank you," she said, her voice soft and flustered.
"How can I not tell? She does have your beauty, especially that beautiful smile of yours." Maggie could feel the attendant's cock twitching in her mouth, could sense that he was on the verge of cumming.
She doubled her efforts, her hand pumping furiously, her mouth sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside. She could feel him throbbing, could feel the way his hips started to buck, could hear the way his breathing grew ragged and uneven.
The realization hit Maggie like a ton of bricks, the reality of her situation crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She was naked, completely exposed, hidden beneath a podium, her mother mere inches away, completely oblivious to the depravity unfolding before her. She was sucking a stranger's cock, a man old enough to be her father, a man who was currently flirting with her own mother.
And now, she was on the brink of making him cum, of feeling his hot seed spurt down her throat, of swallowing every last drop of his essence. She could feel the attendant's cock throbbing, could sense the tension coiling in his body, the way his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place, forcing her to take him deeper. She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt, of fear, of shame passing through her mind.
The attendant's lie was convincing, his gesture smooth and believable.
"I think she went to the bathroom, ma'am," he said, pointing in the opposite direction, away from the changing rooms.
She could hear her mother's footsteps retreating, could sense her relief as the danger of being caught receded.
"Thank you," her mother called out, her voice fading as she moved away, "I'll wait for her out in the store."
Maggie almost felt relieved, the knowledge that her mother was gone, that she was no longer in immediate danger of being caught, allowing her to focus on the task at hand. She gave the attendant's cock one last hard stroke, one last hard suck, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, teasing, teasing, teasing. She could feel him throbbing, could sense that he was on the verge, could hear the way his breathing grew ragged, the way his hips started to buck.
Maggie's mouth was full of the attendant's cock, her hand pumping furiously, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She could feel him throbbing, could sense that he was on the verge of exploding, could hear the way his breathing grew ragged, the way his hips started to buck, his fingers tightening in her hair, holding her in place.
"Please let her know her mother is waiting for her in the store," Maggie's mother called out, her voice growing louder as she approached.
Maggie's eyes widened in panic, her heart racing as she realized that her mother was coming back. She tried to pull away, to disengage, but the attendant held her firm, his grip unyielding. And then, with a low groan, he came, his hot seed spurted into her mouth, filling her, coating her tongue, her throat.
Maggie's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the attendant's hot seed spurted into her mouth, coating her tongue, her throat. She could feel it thick and viscous, the taste salty and musky, filling her, overflowing. She swallowed instinctively, gulping down his essence, the knowledge that her mother was just a few feet away making the experience all the more taboo, all the more exciting. She could hear her mother's footsteps approaching, could sense her presence just on the other side of the podium. She was trapped, naked and exposed, her mouth full of another man's cum, her body trembling with a blend of fear and arousal.
The attendant's grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place, forcing her to take every last drop of his seed. She could feel him throbbing, could sense the way his body shuddered with pleasure, could hear the low groans that escaped his lips. Maggie's mouth was stretched wide around the attendant's cock, his length buried deep in her throat as her mother stood just feet away, completely oblivious to the depraved scene unfolding before her.
"Yes, ma'am," the attendant managed to choke out, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure, of keeping his secret.
She could feel him throbbing, could sense the way his body tensed, the way his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place, forcing her to take every last drop of his seed.
"Thank you," Maggie's mother said, her voice bright and cheerful, unaware of the debauched act her daughter was performing.
She could hear her footsteps retreating, could sense her presence fading, leaving Maggie alone with the attendant, alone with the consequences of her actions. Maggie swallowed, gulping down the last of his cum, the taste heavy and thick on her tongue.
The attendant handed Maggie the dress, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"Make your mother happy," he said, his tone laced with a dark amusement.
Maggie had no choice. She put on the dress, still hidden beneath the podium, the taste of his cum lingering on her tongue, the scent heavy in her nostrils. She slipped the dress on, the fabric cool against her flushed skin, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her encounter.
She emerged from beneath the podium, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast. She gathered up her clothes, clutching them to her chest, trying to shield herself, to protect herself from the attendant's hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes on her, could sense the way his gaze raked over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
She walked away from the attendant, her legs shaking, her heart pounding in her chest. She was turned on, more aroused than she had ever been in her life, and yet she still had to wait, had to endure the rest of the shopping trip, had to keep up appearances for her mother's sake.
As she approached her mother, Maggie couldn't help but notice the way the dress clung to her curves, the way it accentuated her assets, highlighting her breasts, her ass, her long legs. She felt exposed, vulnerable, like every eye in the store was on her, like everyone could see the secret she was hiding, the depraved act she had just committed.
"Can I wear it home, Mom?" Maggie asked, her voice small and timid.
Her mother's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy as she took in the sight of her daughter in the dress. She clapped her hands together, a delighted squeal escaping her lips.
"Oh, Maggie!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pride and happiness, "you look absolutely stunning, sweetie! Of course, you can wear it home. It's perfect on you!"
Maggie felt a rush of relief wash over her, a sense of accomplishment, of triumph. She had done it, had pleased her mother, had made her happy, all while keeping her own dirty secret hidden. As Maggie and her mother turned to leave, the attendant said something that only Maggie noticed.
"Hope to see you again soon, Maggie," he said, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing on his lips.
She felt a shiver run down her spine, a blend of fear and anticipation, of shame and excitement. She knew she shouldn't, knew she should run, should flee, should never set foot in this store again, but then her mother might find out the truth. But a part of her, a dark, secret part, yearned for more, craved the danger, the thrill, the wrongness of it all. She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his, a silent promise passing between them as the sliding doors closed.
