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NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 08 Jun 2001 03:20:00 EDT
Subject: {ASSM} MISCHIEF IN THE MALL (ASSM, MMF, voyeur/cuckold)
Date: Fri,  8 Jun 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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MISCHIEF IN THE MALL by Wyf Watcher

   It was just another day in the mall.  The sun was streaming through the
overhead windows and my wife Virginia and I were feeling bored and relaxed
and wandering around aimlessly, holding hands at arms length.  I dragged
her into a Cambridge Soundworks store to look at some speakers.  She HATES
electronics stores.  Men become geeks in them and she'd rather avoid them
on the whole.

   I was persistant and dragged us both in.  I did some looking around. 
Virginia looked at the displays absent mindedly still clutching my hand.

   Soon I was ready to ask questions of the salesperson.  He was a tall
black guy with bright blond hair and an attitude I could hear loud and
clear from the other people he'd been talking to.  The other salesperson
seemed like he was less of a pain, but he was busy - so we were stuck with
Jake (as his tag told us).

   Jake took in this lovey-dovey white couple with a sneer.  His gaze moved
from me to my wife's body, resting on her breasts and returned to me.

   "So how y'all doing.  Seen anything you liked yet?"

   His eyes returned to her breasts and he allowed them linger over the
mounds of soft flesh encased in a white cotton top.  Virginia got the
innuendo, blushed and tried to break away from me so that she could turn
around, but I held on to her hand.  She looked down at her feet embarassed.
She had a short skirt on with a mustard-brown check pattern and lovely,
bare legs leading to sandals.  Very informally dressed.  Her top revealed a
cleavage to die for, but her long black hair was covering her blushing face
now.

   I was amused and somewhat aroused.  A short discussion ensued.  He
didn't have what I wanted and we left.  Jake's gaze was on us as we left. I
could sense it.

   "What the hell was that all about?" I asked my wife as we drew to a
quiet corner for a cuddle.  This section of the mall was new, with few
stores and virtually empty, so we could duck behind a pillar for temporary
privacy.  Virginia's face was hot and she continued to look down.  I
clutched her to myself and kissed her through her hair.  Her lips were hot
and moist.  "He wanted to fuck me," she said, taking me by surprise.  My
wife shies from the f-word ...  unless she's having sex.  My hand went
behind her and then under her skirt and I cupped her soft derriere through
her panties and ground her to me.  She moaned, and my fingers, on a crazy
impulse went under panty and I was greeted with stickiness ...  she was
moist.  "You horny bitch," I cried out in surprise.  "You want him to fuck
you don't you?" She shook her head, her beautiful face hidden behind a veil
of soft black hair.  The refusal wasn't convincing.  "Let's take you back
there and have him fuck you.  I bet he'll do you real good!"

   I don't know what got into me.  I was in a zone I don't encounter very
often.  Rock hard, very aroused and in a devil may care mood.  You guys
know what I mean!

   I grabbed her panties and pulled them down.  Right there in the mall. 
She nearly fainted.  "What are you doing?" she yelped.  It was a miracle
noone saw us.  I had them down near her sandals and tugged until she
stepped out of them.

   "We're going back to the store," I said.  "Don't open your mouth.  No
questions.  I'm going to make that guy a gift he cannot refuse."

   "You don't mean that!" she said breathlessly.  "Oh, yes I do," I
retorted with a gleam in my eye that she recognized.

   Jake was real surprised to see us.  The other guy was free now.  I
walked towards Jake and Virginia walked to the back of the store...

   "Jake, a word with you in private?"

   "What's on your mind bro," he followed me his eyebrows raised as if to
say "What's on your mind shithead"

   "I have a problem.  My wife ...  my wife ..  has the hots for you and
... get this ...  I want you to ...  to fuck her."

   For the first time in his life perhaps he was taken aback.

   "This aint some kinda scam is it.  You're a cop or a pimp or something.
I am not falling for your setup shithead"

   "No way...  no.  I'm on the level.  We're married.  I'm not a pimp. 
Hey, I'll even pay you if you'll believe me."

   I pulled out 20$ bill and gave it to him.  "This is to fuck her real
hard and make her beg you to stop.  And this ...  is a gift for you."

   I pulled out the crumpled but still moist panties and handed them to
him. We were in an aisle and the other guy couldn't see.  Puzzled he lifted
them to his nose smelling gingerly.  They smelt horny and fresh and had the
scent of her pussy mixed with her favorite perfume that she sprays between
her legs to entice me.

   "Nice ..." He was breathing hard, obviously very turned on.

   "She's not wearing any panties.  Go check her out under her skirt." I
told him, amazingly turned on myself.

   He needed no second invitation.  Jake walked right over to Virginia at
the back of the store, facing the other way.  His black hand snaked under
her pretty skirt and encountered soft, white, moist flesh.  She gasped but
didn't turn around.  Her pussy was hairy, wet and barely accessible.  "Open
up, sister" His voice was stern and deep.  Her legs opened as she did a
split leaning back on him.  The invading fingers plunged in.  Rough black
fingers in my wife's tender, delicately preserved pussy.  She gave herself
to him leaning back on Jake for support.

   His other hand was around her and went into her cleavage, under her bra
and cupped and squeezed her white globes of feminine softness.

   "Hoochi mama.  Fuckin BITCH has tits like a whore"

   Jake knew what to do all right.  Two finger pumping her twat and the
thumb rudely inserted into her anus.  I was so turned on I thought I'd come
in my pants.

   Jake suddenly pulled out remembering the other guy.  "You stay right her
- whore" he told her.  "Lose the bra and squat for daddy's candy in your
mouth."

   As he walked by me he stcuk his sticky fingers in my face.  As the smell
of her ass and her cunt assailed me he said.  "Horny piece o ass you got
here.  Be right back to show her how a whore gets fucked by a real man. 
Yeah ...  real man to fuck her, not some shithead white boy"

   I looked at Virginia in a daze and she looked at me like we were
strangers.  I wonded what genie I had unleashed from this forbidden bottle.

   Jake was obviously the man in charge of everything going on ..  us .. 
and the store as well it turned out.  We stayed in the back of the store.
He told the other guy to go get lunch and proceeded to lock the doors and
placed a "Temporarily Closed" sign at the door.

   Three minutes later he was back, his jeans unzipped and a giant black
cock hanging out like a cannon.

   "Down, bitch" he yelled at her.  Virginia's legs buckled and she
squatted her skirt falling to the side as her knees hit the floor.

   "Off with your bra, Virginia," I whispered hoarsely as I pulled my dick
out.  It really needed pumping.

   Two buttons and a hook later her breasts were out for Jake's enjoyment.
He dropped his pants.  His hairy legs and balls came into view and his cock
was still regal.  Reaching down he gave her breasts a hard squeeze.  She
screamed as he was being really cruel.  Tears welled up in her eyes.

   He caught the back of her hair and dragged her opened mouth to his cock
and then suddenly below.  "I'll show you how a sweaty black man smells ...
and tastes" He buried her nose in his balls ..  which I figured probably
smelled real gross.  Virginia was in a frenzy though.  Her nose rubbed
against this hairy balls and her tongue was on his scrotal area licking
with a vivacity that would have done any porn star proud.  My wife, licking
a large, strange black man's balls in front of my very eyes.  It was
surreal.

   "Suck bitch," he said getting impatient and stuffing his giant sized
cock in her waiting, red lipped mouth.  How I loved watching my baby's
mouth pout at me when she was throwing a mock fit.  Now it was stuffed full
of black cock meat, oozing his juices.  She deep throated him like a pro.
He plunged his penis in and out of her mouth, ignorant of the jewel he was
ravishing.  He didn't deserve to fuck her I told myself.  My precious
Virginia.

   But what's a guy to do.

   (to be continued)

   Comments, Feedback to bach2sq1@yahoo.com please.  Much appreciated.

   

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