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This work (C)2000 SirPenguin. All rights including reposting reserved by
author.

Please reply with comments or suggestions!

This work is fantasy and is not itntended to portray a real life situation
or condone real life activity. In other words, don't try this at home, guys!

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A Trip to the Mall


It was another boring day at the mall for Simon. He made this trip four or
five times a week, but hardly ever bought anything. Living alone, he had
nothing better to do with his time, and surrounding himself with people was
a good way to kill time and relieve loneliness. Well, surrounding himself
with certain people, he reminded himself, ad a cute redhead in a tank top
and miniskirt walked past him. The truth was he came to the mall for one
reason only: to fantasize about all the cute young women in their slutty
mall clothes as they walked past.

He would spend hours at a time here, walking the corridors aimlessly in
search of that one girl who had the shortest skirt, or the skimpiest top, or
the tightest pants, and that would be his fantasy material for the night
when he got home and whacked off before bed. A couple of times he would even
get lucky enough to catch one sitting on one of the many mall benches just
the right way, and a forbidden peek at a pair of pretty lace trimmed panties
would stay burned in his mind for days.

He tried to convince himself that it was all harmless fun. that after all,
all he was doing was looking, not propositioning the girls. It never hurt to
look, he told himself. But the fantasies he had at night told a different
story. He wouldn't just dream about looking at the girls then. He imagined
taking them, forcefully. In his fantasy mind the girls were always used
hard, and rarely willing. He didn't just dream about the short skirts and
tight tops, he saw them being yanked off, ripped open, and envisioned the
firm bodies underneath, and the things he wanted to do to them. In short,
Simon was a pervert. He just didn't realize it himself.

Just as he was coming around the corner of the center court of the mall, he
came across a gaggle of teenage girls, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Although he was almost 30, the teeny-bopper mall sluts were always his
favorite. Simon just couldn't resist a tight teen body, and here he was,
faced with six of them. He stood there silently watching, taking inventory
in his mind of what each girl was wearing. This one had on a cute little
sundress, that one was in a tank top and tights, another had a cute tied-off
blouse and miniskirt. then he realized what was happening.

Five of the girls were obviously teasing and making fun of their sixth
friend. Simon moved himself slowly around the group, trying not to watch too
obviously, to get a look at her. What he saw made his heart skip a beat. The
girl couldn't have been more than 15 years old, and was wearing the shortest
pair of cutoffs he had ever seen in his life. Every inch of her beautiful
tan legs was on display, and the bottoms of her tight ass cheeks hung out
below the bottom of the shorts. Simon wasn't sure, but he thought he saw
signs of tan lines on her ass as well. He was instantly hard.

Further inspection revealed a tight pink crop top, the outline of her bra
covering her firm little tits plainly visible. The top was obviously at
least a size too small for the young girl, and her small hard nipples were
clearly poking out, visible even through the bra and the pink top. Simon
moved a little closer to see if he could hear what was going on.

"We're sorry, Stephanie, but we just can't let you hang out with us anymore
if you're going to show up looking like this," one girl said. "Yeah,
Stephanie, you look like you're wearing your sisters old hand-me-downs,"
chimed in another. "And you haven't bought anything new in months," offered
a third. "Haven't you ever heard of shopping? Geez, you've been wearing that
outfit here every week for two years."

"I think she's too poor to go shopping," offered another girl. "And that
means she's not cool enough to hang out with the Club anymore." Tears began
to form in young Stephany's eyes. "I am NOT poor!" she shouted. "You wait
and see, I'll have a new outfit next week, I swear, and then you'll all
 see." She ran off crying, and one of the other girls shouted after her,
"Better make it a nice one, Steph, or your days with the Club are over!"

Girls can be so cruel, Simon thought. He started off on a brisk walk in the
direction the girl had been running. It didn't take him long to find her
again, in one of the hip teen clothing stores, looking through the window at
all the latest fashions on display. She moved from store to store, always
looking at the displays, occasionally looking at price tags or trying
something on, but always frowning and never buying anything. A couple of
times she looked back and saw Simon off in the distance, quickly turning his
head and looking somewhere else.

She decided to see if he was following her or just happened to be in the
same area of the mall. She went all over the place, from store to store,
upstairs and downstairs, but every time she turned around he was just in
sight. Finally an idea struck her. "I can never afford these clothes," she
thought, "but maybe I can get this guy to give me some money if I let him
watch a little closer." She remembered her friend April telling her that
guys were such perverts they would pay almost anything to look at pretty
girls. "Why do you think there's so many strip clubs in town?" April had
said. "Those girls make like $400 in a night just letting guys look at
 them." She decided ot see if April was telling the truth. "I'll show the
Club girls," she thought to herself. "I'll have such a nice outfit on next
week that they'll HAVE to let me back in."

The next part of her plan was to get the man close enough that she could
approach him. With determination, a smile on her face, and a wiggle in her
ass, she changed directions and walked toward the man who had been watching
her.

Simon saw the girl suddenly change direction and start walking toward him.
He stopped in his tracks and started reading the paper he was carrying with
him for "cover", but almost dropped it when he heard a sexy young voice say
"follow me" as the cutoff shorts wiggled past his eyes. He looked up form
the paper, and looked around, but didn't see anyone else in the immediate
area. Was the girl talking to him? He decided it couldn't hurt to find out,
and turned to walk after the young girl with the wiggling ass.

Stephanie peeked over her shoulder, and seeing she had been heard, and that
the man was following her a bit more closely now, turned sown a little
dead-end passage where the lockers were for shoppers to store things while
they roamed the mall. She went to the end of the passage, and started
fiddling with one of the lockers. She didn't have the key, but she was
watching to see how close the man would approach.

Better play it cool, Simon thought, as he stopped about five lockers short
of where the girl was standing, and started fishing in his pockets for  key
he knew wasn't there. The voice spoke to him again. "Do you like looking at
girls, Mister?"

Simon looked up and saw the teenager standing right in front of him, her
little nipples pointing out like bullets aimed right at him. Posed with such
a direct question, he was speechless for a moment. Finally, he collected his
thoughts. "Well, yes, I do. I like looking at pretty girls like you."

The girl's next question knocked him right on his ass. "How much?" she said.
"Enough to pay for it?" My god, Simon thought, she's certainly bold for a
little girl. He couldn't believe this 15 year old was propositioning him
right here in the mall. He was a bit skeptical, thinking the girl might just
be toying with him, messing with his head so she would have a cool story to
tell her friends later. He thought for a long moment before replying,
"Maybe."

Stephanie was at the moment of truth now. Was she really ready to go through
with this? Did she really want to get back into the club that badly?
Gathering her courage, she said to the man in a low voice, "If you give me
$20 I can take you someplace where I can show you more."

Twenty bucks. That was more than a lap dance at the local strip club he
sometimes went to on Friday nights. But, he thought to himself, those girls
at the strip club were old and skanky, and this girl was young and tight and
just fucking gorgeous. "Show me more?" he said. "How much more, little
 girl?"

Stephanie realized the man was in fact willing to pay, just as April had
told her. She decided to milk it for all it was worth. The girls in the Club
were always talking about how they would tease their boyfriends, and
Stephanie learned and remembered a lot of what they had said. "Enough to
make it worth your time," she replied. "We can talk about it more when we
get there."

Simon realized the girl made sense. Even in this dead end corridor, there
were too many people around to be discussing this kind of thing out in the
open. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp $20 bill, handing it
to the girl. "Now you follow ME," he said.

Simon walked out of the dead end, and toward the end of the mall where his
car was parked. He turned over his shoulder every couple of minutes, making
sure the girl was still following. Somehow he just knew the girl was going
to run off with his $20 and go laughing to her friends. But to his surprise,
the girl was just a little way behind him every time, following and trying
not to look suspicious. He walked out to the mall entrance, and out the
door. The girl was just a few steps behind him now. He made his way out to
his car as if he were alone, and the girl followed silently, always just far
enough behind not to look like they were together. He got in his car and
unlocked the doors. After a minute wandering around the lot, the girl came
in and sat in the passenger seat.

"Where to?" he asked. "You know the parking garage on the other side of the
mall? Go there," was the girl's reply. Simon drove around to the far side of
the mall, and up the ramp to the five-story parking garage. "The fourth
floor is usually pretty empty," the girl offered, so that is where he
headed, finding a section of the parking garage where there were no other
cars in sight, and parking in a corner. "Now," he said, "How much more do I
get to see for my $20?"

"Would you like to see my bra and panties?" Stephanie answered. "Sure," he
replied. Looking around again to make sure there was nobody in sight, the
girl slowly lifted her top up over her head, placing it on the back seat of
the car. Simon could see the pretty pink bra with the clasp in front and the
girl's nipples poking out like pencil erasers. He could also see the edges
of her tan lines from her bikini. She then undid the button on her shorts,
lifting her ass up off the seat to slide them down and off, and placed the
skimpy cutoffs on the back seat with her top. She turned to face the man.
"Do you like my titties, Mister?"

Simon felt his dick throbbing in his pants, aching for release, as he looked
at the half-naked 15 year old in his car. His mind started having the
thoughts he usually had only late at night, and he began imagining what it
would be like to fuck the pretty little girl. He guessed she was probably a
virgin, and that made his cock ache even more. "Mister?" the little girl
broke him out of his thoughts. "Oh, yes, yes I love your cute little tits."

Stephanie noticed the man's pants bulging, and knew his cock must be really
big and hard. She decided now was the time to try for more cash. "Would you
like to see them Mister? I can show them to you." "Yes, of course," was the
immediate reply. Seeing it was now or never, the girl replied, "I'll need
some more money though."

Shit, Simon thought. She's a greedy little bitch, isn't she? But his cock
was starting to take on a mind of its own. "How much more?" he asked.
"Another $20," the girl replied. The man thought about this for a second,
and decided to counter with an offer of his own. "Only if I can take my cock
out too. It's getting mighty uncomfortable in these pants."

Stephanie hadn't been expecting this. She was the only member of the Club
who didn't have a boyfriend, and she had never seen a grown man's cock
before. Sure, she had seen her little brothers when she helped him take a
bath, but it was tiny. Still, she figured, she didn't have to touch it or
anything, he just wanted to take it out. "Okay."

Simon reached in his pants pocket and fished out another $20, handing it to
the girl. "You first," he said. Her fingers trembling a little, she reached
up and undid the clasp to her bra, letting the cups fall away and reveal her
perky young tits, capped with hard pink nipples which just begged to be
looked at. And more. She slid the bra off her shoulders and tossed it back
with the rest of her clothes. Simon felt his cock twitch yet again, and
quickly undid the button and zipper to his pants, sliding them down to his
ankles and letting his cock spring free. It slapped up against his belly
with a smack, the tip oozing pre-cum. Stephanie stared at it in wonder. It
was huge, she thought. She had heard some of the girls talking about their
boyfriend's dicks, but nothing like this size. She was glad she didn't have
to touch it now.

"What about those panties, little girl?" Simon asked, starting to slowly
stroke his own cock. Stephanie watched, riveted, as his hand slid slowly up
and down the long shaft. She felt her panties starting to get moist, a
little wet spot forming in the middle. She was so wrapped up watching the
man stroke himself that she forgot to answer him. Without waiting for an
answer, Simon fished another $20 out of his pocket and waved it in front of
the girl. That got Stephanie's attention. "Huh?" she asked. "The panties,
sweetheart," he replied.

Stephanie froze for a moment. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Then
she looked at the $20 bill being waved under her face. That would make $80
all together. With that much she could buy a cute new outfit, maybe even
some new underwear to go under it! Almost without thinking, she took the
money without a word, and slid her hands under the waistband of her panties.

"Wait," Simon stopped her. "Turn around so I can see your cute little ass."
Stephanie obeyed and got on her knees in the car seat, turning away from him
as she slid the panties down over her ass and down to her knees. "Verrrry
nice," the man commented, his hand starting to stroke his cock faster.
Stephanie felt her face turn pink hearing the man's words, and felt her
little pussy getting wetter, starting to drip down her leg. "Turn back
around," he commanded. Stephanie did as she was told, and Simon almost came
right there and then when he saw her shaved, bald little snatch.

Simon was thinking entirely with his cock now. He just had to have the
little girl, no matter what it took. "Let me touch you," he said. This was
way more than Stephanie had been planning on. "I can't," she said. "You only
get to look, that was the deal." "Well, maybe I'm willing to negotiate."
Simon replied, pulling out a small wad of bills from his pants pocket. He
peeled off another $20, then another, and another. $100 in all, and laid it
up on the dashboard of the car. "Take it or leave it, little girl."

Stephanie stared at the money, dumbfounded. She was confused, and didn't
know what to do. She looked at her own nakedness, then at the money, then at
the man stroking his cock next to her. She thought of everything April had
said, the meanness of the Club girls, and all the clothes she had looked at
today and hadn't been able to buy. and reached up and slid the money off the
dashboard.

Needing no further encouragement, Simon's hands were immediately all over
the girl, fondling and groping, pinching and poking and probing the young
teen's body. Stephanie twisted and squirmed, not knowing what to do as the
man's hands ravaged her. She was very uncomfortable, and a bit scared, but
she notices her little teen cunt was gushing juices, and the man's groping
started to feel good. Thinking again about the $180 in the back seat of the
car with her clothes, she began to relax a little, and let the man do as he
wished.

Simon cupped the girl's firm little tits in his hands, grabbing the nipples
between his fingers and gently pulling and twisting them, making them stand
out even further and harder than they had before. His other hand slipped
between the little girl's legs, feeling how smooth and slick the teen's
pretty little snatch was. He began to slide a finger inside, probing. "No,
not inside me, I've never." the girl protested.

This brought all of Simon's fantasies to the front of his thoughts. Only
this time it wasn't a fantasy, it was happening, here and now. He forgot all
about where he was, and what was right and wrong, and the line between
fantasy and reality disappeared for him. "Shut up you little bitch," he
snarled. "I paid, now I'm gonna play. You took the money, now shut up and be
a good little girl." He began pumping his finger in and out, adding a second
one inside the girl's tight little cunt. He could feel the girl's hymen
intact a couple of inches in, and confirming his idea that she was a virgin
just encouraged him more.

Stephanie was too terrified to do anything. The man's sudden harsh words
shocked her, and she was at a loss. She sat there, dazed, as the man
continued to finger-fuck her young teen cunt while his other hand continued
tormenting her tender hard nipples. As the man continued to violate her, she
found her body responding on its own, the juices oozing out over the man's
invading fingers, her breathing becoming rapid and her hips starting to buck
involuntarily. She let out a small moan.

"Yesssss, that's it, cum for me you little slut," Simon hissed, as he
started rubbing the girl's clit with his thumb. "Soak my fingers with your
little girl cum." Stephanie felt her whole body begin to quiver and shake as
she neared her orgasm. She had played with herself before, but it was never
as good as this! Panting, she let out a little squeal as her whole body
tensed, and she shuddered as the pussy juice literally gushed out of her
tight little hole, soaking the man's fingers and making a puddle on the car
seat.

"Mmmmmm, you like that, bitch?" Simon growled. "Now it's my turn, little
slut." He reached around the girl and reclined her seat back, sliding over
to her side of the car and positioning himself between her legs. Stephanie
started to push away, trying to crawl into the back seat of the car and
retrieve her clothes. "No, no more! I let you touch like you asked, now let
me go!"

Simon grabbed the girl's legs and pulled her back into the front seat. "Oh,
you think you're going ot be a little cockteaser now? Think you can get off
and not return the favor, and leave me all hard and horny? That's not the
way it works, slut.  I paid you a lot of fucking money. You know what that
makes you?"

Stephanie looked into the man's angry face, terrified. "N-no. what?" she
asked, her eyes filling with tears. "You're a little fucking WHORE, that's
what you are," came the man's gruff reply. "You're nothing more than a
little teen whore, and whores get fucked. So just be quiet and take it like
a good girl and you won't get hurt."

Stephanie began to cry as the man forced her legs open and began rubbing his
thick cock up and down her juicy young slit. "This is gonna hurt at first,
little slut, but soon you're going to just love it," he sneered, as he began
pushing the head of his huge cock into her tight little hole. "Oh god, you
can't, it's too big." she protested. He replied by thrusting forward,
pressing up against the little girl's resisting cherry. "Owwwww!" she
screamed, feeling her 15 year old pussy being stretched and torn.

"Here it comes, bitch," Simon growled, as he pushed forward and ripped
through the tissue which was blocking his full penetration. He buried his
cock to the hilt, making the girl scream and writhe in pain. "Oh man, you
are so fucking TIGHT," he hissed, as his cock sunk in to the base.

Stephanie began to struggle as the pain ripped through her. "Leave me alone,
you fucking perv!" she screamed, her little fists beating on the man's
chest. She tried to squirm away and out of the man's grasp, but he pinned
her down tight. He continued, ignoring the pitiful blows to his chest, as he
started stroking his shaft in and out of he girl's tight young cunt. "Stop
it! I'll tell the cops! They'll lock your fucking ass up for life for raping
a little girl!"

Unknown to the girl, this was exactly what Simon had fantasized about, and
her words only made him more angry and forceful with her. He pinched and
twisted the girl's nipples roughly as he began slam-fucking her 15 year old
snatch. Stephanie yelped and cried out as the man continued to violate her
young teen body. But she also noticed the pain had gone away. It was
actually starting to feel good! Her mind was in turmoil. This man was raping
her in the Mall parking lot, and she was starting to enjoy it!

Simon noticed the girl had stopped struggling, and felt her hips bucking
back to meet his strokes. "Aha!" he exclaimed, "See? You ARE a little whore,
you fucking love my huge cock don't you?" Stephanie was being driven out of
her mind with pleasure. She was beyond the capacity to think any longer, she
just wanted the good feelings to take her away from what was really
happening to her. Without even realizing what she was saying, she whimpered,
"Oh fuck yes, I love your huge cock, oh god fuck meeee!"

Simon kept pounding the little girl's tight pussy, loving how it gripped him
like a silk sheath, god she felt so fucking good! And she loved it, the
little bitch. She needed it as badly as he did. "That's it you little slut,
fuck me back, I wanna feel you cum all over my fucking cock," he ordered.
Stephanie bucked her hips lewdly like the slut she had become, moaning and
panting like a bitch in heat. "Oh shit, I can't believe I'm such a
whorrrrre!" the last word turned into a squeal as her body once again
tensed, and she shuddered and screamed as she came again, gripping Simon's
cock like a vise with her quivering teen cunt.

This was too much for the older man to bear. He felt his orgasm rising up
inside him, and knew the time was now. He pulled his cock out of the girl's
still twitching tunnel, and shot stream after stream of hot cum al over the
teen's sweaty, slutty body, as her swollen pink pussy shot out another
gusher of little girl cum onto his car seat. The first load of cum landed
right on her cheek, with the rest splattering all over her neck and tits,
then dribbling onto her bald, dripping snatch.

Simon collapsed back into his seat, exhausted from the effort, and staring
at the girl dumbfounded as he began to realize what he had done. Oh shit, he
thought, I just raped a little girl. The reality of what she had said
earlier began to sink in. What if she DID call the cops on him?" He had a
promising career at his job. He couldn't even imagine what a rape charge
would do to his future. Scrambling to collect his thoughts, he grabbed some
fast-food napkins from his glove box and handed them to the girl. "Here, use
these to clean up," he said, his hands trembling.

Stephanie was dazed from the fucking she had just gotten, feeling used and
violated and fulfilled and happy and exhausted all at once. She was just as
much at a loss as to what to do now. The man had raped her. But hadn't she
wanted it? Didn't it feel good? Simon broke the awkward silence. "You're.
not. really going to report me, are you?" he asked, almost timidly.

"I. I don't know." she began to reply. Simon quickly fished out one more $20
bill from his pants. "Here, this will make it an even $200. please, don't
tell anyone about this. My whole life would be ruined. It's over now, and
you have enough money to get some new clothes and get back into your Club."

Stephanie's mouth dropped open. "You knew! You fucking KNEW!" she exclaimed,
shocked once again. "H-h-how did you know?"

"I heard the other girls teasing you before," he replied. "I figured you
wanted the money for some new clothes, and now you have it. We both got what
we wanted. can we just leave it at that?" Stephanie thought for a moment.
"You really liked that Mister?" Simon softened a bit, realizing he was in
the clear. "Of course I did, sweetheart. I'd do it again if I could."

"Well, I guess I kind of liked it too," Stephanie said, timidly. "And well,
if I want to stay in the club, I'm going to need to get new clothes a lot
more often." This brought out the pervert in Simon again. "Well then, maybe
we can keep helping each other out, you know what I'm saying? You need new
clothes, and I need someone to, you know."

"You mean, you want to pay me again?" Stephanie asked, hardly able to
believe her ears. This man was offering to solve all of her problems! With
this kind of money on a regular basis, she could keep up with the latest
clothing trends and even have some spare cash to go to the movies and stiff,
things she was never able to do with the Club before, always having to make
up excuses because she couldn't tell them she was too poor to afford it.

"Well, yeah, I guess. it was certainly worth the money," Simon winked.
"Maybe once every couple of weeks? We could meet at the Mall, and you can
earn some shopping money." Stephanie gathered the $200 and stuffed it into
her shorts pocket, and began to dress herself again. "Two weeks? You want to
meet like Friday then? 4 o'clock by the lockers?"

"It's a deal," Simon replied with a smile. "Now, let's get you back to the
Mall, I think you have some shopping to do." Stephanie smiled, "Yes, I do!
Thank you so much, Mister! And I promise I won't tell anyone!" Simon started
the car and pulled back around to the other side of the mall where he had
originally been parked, pulling into a spot and letting the girl out of the
car. "See you in two weeks!" she giggled, as she got out of the car and
walked toward the entrance, tight teen ass wiggling all the way.

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