Message-ID: <25037asstr$963040207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "SirPenguin" <sirpenguin@sirpenguin.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <oQq95.3248$I76.241852@monger.newsread.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 07 Jul 2000 16:12:04 EDT Subject: {ASSM} A Trip to the Mall (Mf, con?, teen) Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2000 03:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25037> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius 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! ------------------------- 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+