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A Day At The Mall

By: BobbyHolloway2003



I started the afternoon dreading what I had to do next. I knew I needed to go to the mall for a few items, and I had put the trip off for as long as I possibly could. I hated the mall. I hated the crowds and I hated shopping. It would not be bad if I only had to go to one store, but I knew I had at least a few stores I had to visit. After visiting one of the big department stores in the mall, I walked out into the main mall area. I walked by a few stores, absently looking into each of them.

I walked by Victoria's Secret and looked into the store. It was then that I saw Jean. She was standing at a table looking through the boy shorts and thongs that had been laid out there. I watched her as she picked up one and then another, holding them up and feeling the fabric with her fingers. With each pair, I imagined what she would look like wearing them.

Jean picked out 3 pairs of boy shorts and 2 pairs of thongs. As she continued to look around the store, I got by first good look at her. She looked fantastic, about 5'4", thin and athletic. She was wearing a nice pair of low-cut hip-hugger jeans that looked fabulous on her small, firm ass. Her small, perky breasts looked very inviting in the button down shirt she was wearing. Her nipples were hard and it looked as though she was not wearing a bra. I could feel myself harden as I watched her go from one piece of lingerie to another.

I was completely lost in my thoughts of seeing her and have no idea of just how long I had been standing there watching her. I was suddenly caught by surprise when our eyes met and Jean waved at me. Blushing, I waved back. Jean smiled and laughed. She motioned for me to come in. Feeling myself still somewhat hard, I awkwardly walked into the store. The store was almost completely empty, with the two employees talking to each other, seemingly ignoring the both of us. Jean walked up to me and gave me a very welcoming hug. Hugging her back, I felt my semi-erect cock pressed up against her. Pulling back just a little she winked at me and told me that she really liked Victoria's Secret too.

I reluctantly let go of her while holding her gaze. Over the next 15 minutes or so, I followed Jean around the store, talking and catching up on each other's lives. I had always had a desire to be with Jean, and being in Victoria's Secret with her, watching her fondle various pieces of lingerie, fueled my desires. Having found nothing else she wanted to try on, Jean asked one of the employees to let her into a dressing room so that she could try on the pieces she had picked out. I told Jean that I would let her go, but she insisted that I stay, saying she would not take too long. 

The dressing rooms were off in the far corner of the store. As I took a seat in a chair directly in front of the dressing rooms, the employee let Jean in and left. I felt uncomfortable at first, but decided I would wait patiently and maybe ask Jean to go get a drink afterwards. I was disappointed that the doors to the dressing rooms went all the way to the floor so that I could not at least see Jean's feet and legs as she took off her jeans and panties to try on the ones that she had picked out. I fantasized about how wonderful she would look in a pair of the thongs. Her ass was perfect in the jeans that she wore, and I imagined that it would look even better in nothing but a pair of thongs.

I was half-lost in the thought when the dressing room door opened and Jean leaned her head out. I watched as she looked around toward the cash registers, then looked at me. She whispered something that I could not make out, but her hand gesture was clear enough – she wanted me to join her in the dressing room. I hesitated for only a second before getting up. I looked over at the employees who were across the store and oblivious to what we were doing. A few new customers were in the store, and the employees seemed to be busy with them.

I walked in the dressing room and Jean shut the door. I caught the sight of Jean's reflection in the mirror. She was only wearing the pair of the black thong she had picked out along with her button-down shirt. The top four buttons were unbuttoned, and it was then clear that she was not wearing a bra. I stared at her reflection noticing how right I had been, her ass looked stunning in the thong. I felt myself quickly harden just as I felt her place her hands on my chest. I looked away from the mirror and met her eyes. Without saying a word, I lowered my face down to meet hers. Her lips were soft and warm and moist.

Our kiss was soft at first, but quickly changed. I felt the passion in her as her lips parted and our tongues met. Her hands moved down from my chest and around to my back. I felt her hands on my ass while mine were touching her face and hair. She pulled me into her, pushing her hips into my now incredibly hard cock. Any inhibitions I may have had had been washed away in the moment of passion. I slowly moved my hands down her back until I reached her ass. I squeezed her ass and pulled her into me. I could feel the heat of Jean's pussy through her thong. Jean slowly pulled away and looked at me.

She smiled and told me she just couldn't decide if she liked the black thong and thought that maybe I could help her make up her mind. She slowly turned around so that I could see her ass. Running on pure adrenaline, I stepped closer to her, putting my hands underneath her shirt and on her flat stomach. I pulled her into me and told her that I thought she looked incredible. Looking at her in the mirror, I watched as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt and let it fall open. Her breasts are small, but extremely sexy. Her nipples were so hard. I let my hands roam up her stomach to the bottom of her breasts as I kissed and nibbled on her neck and ears.

Jean softly moaned as I cupped her breasts in my hands and let my fingertips run across her nipples. I looked at her reflection as she watched my fingers close around her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and fingers and gently tugging on them. I continued to watch as her nipples became even more erect. Jean reached around behind her and massaged my ass as she pulled me into her. She pushed herself into me, and I felt my cock pressed up against her ass. With one hand still on my ass, pulling me into her, she took one of my hands in hers. She brought my hand to her mouth and began to lick and suck on my fingers. I felt the sensation run from my fingers to my cock. She sucked and licked on my fingers as though each one was a cock. Once my fingers were nice and wet, she lowered my hand back to her breasts and helped me as I pinched and tugged on her nipples.

Slowly, I ran my hand from her breast and down her stomach until I reached the top of her thong. I slid my hand into her thong and felt, for the first time, her nicely trimmed pussy. Although I had seen the darkening wet spot on the front of her thong, the spot was nothing compared to the wetness that had started to drip out of her. With one finger, still wet from her mouth and even wetter from her pussy, I felt up and down her pussy lips and traced small circles around her clit. Jean closed her eyes, pushing her ass back into me.

I moved my hands to the waistband of her thong, knelt down, and pulled the thong off. I kissed and licked my way down her back and her ass as she stepped out of the thong. Jean leaned into the mirror, placing her hands on the mirror as she pushed her ass into my lips and tongue. I licked my way down her ass, teasing her, and then continued until I finally tasted her sweet juices. I licked and sucked on her pussy, feeling her wetness run from my chin and down her thighs. She moaned louder as I pushed my tongue inside of her. She reached around and grabbed my head as I fucked her with my tongue.

I stopped for only a second as I crawled around in front of her. Once there, I went back to licking and fucking her pussy with my tongue. Looking up as I licked her, I watched as she pinched her nipples with her own fingers. I licked my way up her pussy until I felt her clit against my lips. Taking her clit into my mouth, I pushed a finger inside her. I felt her pussy squeeze around my finger and felt Jean's legs partially give out. Taking her hands away from her breasts, Jean leaned against the mirror. I continued to lick and suck her clit while I slid another finger inside of her. I began to move my fingers quickly in and out of her pussy while I licked, sucked and bit her clit. Jean moved her hips with me, fucking my fingers and my face. Jean suddenly tensed up and I felt a flow of wetness run out of Jean as her pussy clamped hard around my fingers. Jean shuddered and moaned as her orgasm subsided.

I continued to lick her pussy, feeling her wetness all over my face. Jean reached down and pulled me up to her. She looked me in the eyes before she began to lick her wetness off my cheeks and lips. She then kissed me deeply and ran her hands down my stomach and grabbed my cock through my jeans. I felt her unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pushed down my jeans and boxers in one motion and I stepped out of them. With one finger, she felt the wetness on the tip of my cock and traced it down the shaft and to my balls. I trembled as I felt her fingernail gently run back up the shaft of my cock before she took me in her hand, squeezed me and began to stroke me.

Jean continued to stroke me with one hand as she took my balls in her other. Jean lowered her head, and I felt her tongue touch the tip of my cock, run down the shaft and back up. She put her lips around the tip of my cock and began to suck me. I watched in the mirror as she lowered her head down the shaft of my cock, taking me completely into her mouth. She then used her hands, tongue and mouth, to stroke, lick and suck me. I could feel the pre-cum flowing from my cock as I felt her suck and swallow. I watched her head moving up and down and stared at her ass in the mirror. I was so turned on.

It was then that I could feel that familiar feeling begin to stir in my balls and felt my cock swell. I put my hands on Jean's head and told her to slow down, that I wasn't ready to cum. She stopped long enough to say that I wouldn't be stopping at just one. With that, she lowered her head and quickened her pace. I felt her tongue swirling around my cock. I felt one of her hands stroking the base of my cock as the other gently massaged my balls. She moved her mouth faster up and down, sucking and licking until I could not hold back any longer. With a low moan, I let myself go. I felt the first spurt of cum flow into Jean's mouth. Just before the second spurt, she took me out of her mouth and stroked me as I continued to cum on her breasts and stomach.

My orgasm ended and Jean took me into her mouth sucking the cum that was left inside of me and licking the cum off my cock. She then rubbed my cum onto her breasts and stomach, massaging and squeezing her breasts and nipples. She licked her fingers and let me rest for a few seconds. I felt the blood leaving my cock. She looked at me and told me that I was not done. She told me there was still something that she needed. She went back to my cock, first lightly licking, and then squeezing and stroking me. It was not long before I was hard again.

Jean stood up and turned around, placing her hands back on the mirror, and rubbing her ass against my cock. I lowered myself just enough to feel the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy. She was so wet that I had no difficulty sliding deeply inside of her. I grabbed her hips and began to pull her into me as I drove my cock harder and deeper inside of her. I could hear her whisper, telling me that she wanted be to fuck her, fuck her harder, fuck her deeper. She told me how wonderful my cock felt inside of her. 

I watched her expressions in the mirror as I continued to push my cock deep inside of her. I watched as Jean reached down between her legs. She alternated between rubbing her clit and massaging my balls. I reached around and pinched and pulled on her nipples. She began to rub her clit with hard, short, fast strokes and I began fucking her faster and deeper. As I felt my own orgasm building, I felt Jean's pussy contracting around my cock. I heard Jean whimper as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm. With no further warning, I let go, cumming deep inside of Jean. She continued pushing her pussy against my cock until I had completely emptied myself inside of her.

We both collapsed against the mirror. Just then, there was a knock on the dressing room door. The salesgirl asked if everything was alright and if Jean needed any assistance. Jean laughed and said she was fine and that she would be out in a few minutes. We both got dressed, with Jean taking the tag off the black thong and putting them on. She briefly rubbed her pussy through her panties, rubbing her wetness and my cum into them and finished getting dressed. After looking out to make sure no one was watching, she and I left the dressing room. Jean walked up to the register with all of the panties she had tried on. She then handed the tag she had taken off of the black thong and handed that to the salesgirl. She told her that she liked them so much that she wanted to wear them out of the store. The salesgirl gave us both a knowing look, a wink and continued to ring up Jean's items.

We walked out of the store and gave each other a hug and a brief kiss. We both told each other that we would have to get together again. And next time we would have to go somewhere where we had more space and time. I left knowing that I had just had the best shopping experience I would ever have.

A Day at the Mall



Hey there! Long time no see! It's Debbie, 5'6 inches tall, BBW black chick, 18 with big DDD-tits, big pregnant-looking belly, and big bubble butt. Saturday morning, I was laying on my side in bed in front of my laptop, eating a big box of doughnuts, under no covers, totally naked except for a white cotton bra. I was watching Power Rangers on my laptop. I know it seems kind of strange that I'm 18 and a Power Rangers fan, let alone a girl and a 18-year-old Power Rangers fan but I'm a fan of the franchise regardless and plus I'm not the only one.

As I started to feel full from eating all these doughnuts, I gently slapped the side of my bare stomach, feeling the fat jiggle. I had a $200 gift card from K-Mart and a couple of my friends and I had plans on going shopping.

My male friend was an Asian boy named Joey Young, also 18 years of age. He stood not that much taller than me with shiny back hair just long enough for mini-bangs. He fell in love with me when we met in our junior year, but that was until I told him I was a lesbian and we only agreed to be friends. Knowing him, Joey is really feminine, but he's not gay. By that I mean, he acts a feminine sometimes, but is still straight and likes other girls. In fact, Joey has a thing for Black girls, especially thick BBW ones like myself.

Joey and I have the STRANGEST things in common; we are both fans of Power Rangers, we share the EXACT same birthday (Yes, same year too, 1990), and we both like BBW women. That's not exactly "strange" but we sort of have our differences there. He LOVES them, I just prefer them. But I find it so weird the things we have in common.

The girl? That would be Michelle Greenbreeze. She's 18 too, also thick but not as big as me. She's also African American (light-skinned), with average-sized breasts, but a huge butt, almost as big as mine. She wore her hair in a bun and dyed it red, like mine but it's only red, no purple.

After the episode I was watching finished playing, I got myself dressed in lavender panties, a low-neck white tee-shirt that showed off a lot of cleavage and tight enough to make my boobs spill over the neck-edges, and lastly a skin-tight green pair of pants, so tight but so comfortable I could barely feel them. I wore these clothes to amplify the huge roundness of my big boobs and butt for my pleasure.

Luckily I was finished dressing because there was a knock at my closed door. "Come in dad!" I answered. In came my dad. My 45-year-old father looked a little young for his age; medium build, bald-headed, long eyelashes (for a male that is), and the only facial hair he had was his light moustache, dressed in a blue short-sleeved collar shirt with dark brown pants.

"Morning doll face!" he greeted me.

"Morning dad!" I replied, sitting at the edge of my bed. "What brings you here?"

"Wanting to see my beautiful daughter," he simply replied. "I see you all dressed up! Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, to the mall with my friends."

"That's cool!"

My dad approached me. He tugged at the upper legs of his pants and sat down close next to me. His legs met mine and he placed his hand affectionately over my back. This made me quite nervous but I acted natural.

"Have fun with your friends," he said to me. "Stay away from danger and spend your money wisely."

"I will."

Staring at my massive boobs, My daddy erotically rubbed his fingers over the bottom of my left breast in a circular motion, and gently squeezed it with his fingers. Afterwards, he slowly ran his hand up my thick thigh. It felt kind of creepy.

"Why you keep touching me!?" I asked, pulling away from him.

"'Cause you're irresistible." he replied.

The doorbell chimed. It was my friends.

"That's me. I'm out!" I yelped as I grabbed my gift card and put it in my pocket and rushed out the door. Leaping down the stairs, I rushed to the door, answering it by opening it, seeing Joey and Michelle.

"Hey y'all!" I greeted them. "Hey Deb!" Michelle replied as Joey simply threw his hand up for a mini-second and smiled. Joey hugged me as I did him and I hugged Michelle. "Ready to head to the mall!" asked she. "Yep!" I replied. "We out!" said Joey in excitement. I thought to myself, "Saved by the bell!", for I didn't for right now need to worry about my dad inappropriately touching up on me.

We had gotten on the trolley to the mall. Michelle sat next to me as Joey sat on the opposite wall, in front of me. I saw Joey looking down at my breasts from time to time but I didn't mind, for a lesbian that is. I did have my cleavage exposed after all! In fact, I'm not surprised Joey liked me as much as he did. Maybe he likes Michelle now? Probably!

When getting off at the Springfield Mall, all three of us had gotten in three separate locations, alone. We agreed to meet back near the elevator. I went to the clothing store that my gift card was from, which was K-Mart.

I went looking around for some swimsuits, and when rushing I accidentally knocked a shirt down to a floor, but I picked it up and hung it back up. As I bent over, my tight panties and tights slid down my booty, exposing my rear-end in public! I didn't find it a big deal though. I just pulled up my tights and underwear and went on about my business. But with the surveillance cameras recording everything, who knows what kind of pervert the person at the camera station is!

After I continued looking around in the store for what I came here for, I ran into an attractive female employee. She was a tall light skinned woman with a medium build, large breasts (not as big as mine), huge lips, and hazel eyes. Her neat black hair went down no further than the base of her neck. When we both looked at each other, she said hi to me with a light smile. She appeared to be in her late 20's.

"Hi," I greeted back to her.

"Looking for something in particular?" asked the lady.

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm looking for some swimsuits in my size... or maybe a bit smaller 'cause I like 'em tight."

"Sure," she said, able to help me. I followed her down the aisle and showed me some swimwear for plus-sized women.

"Thanks!" I said in delight.

"No prob, anytime!"

I found two of the swimsuits I took interest in, a purple one-piece one, and a pink one that looked like a one-piece but the crotch area cut off.

"So did you find what you were looking for?" asked the lady as she approached me.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling. "I'm looking for one that's tight but I don't wanna have to worry about holding my boobs in, you feel me?"

The employee and I shared a brief warm giggle as she agreed with me.

I paid for both the bathing suits with my gift card. After putting them into one of the store's plastic bag, the employee escorted me to the dressing rooms. I stepped into the dressing room and locked the door in front of me. Immediately, I slipped off my shoes. Unless I'm at a beach or a swimming pool, I really don't like being barefooted in public but at least the floor was carpeted!

My feet bare, I slowly rolled down my green tights and lavender panties simultaneously, shaking my big round brown bubble bottom from side to side. Sitting my bare butt on the thin wooden bench, I took my bottoms all the way off. This bench was too uncomfortably thin and cold for my big butt! Wasting no time, I ripped off my white shirt and tossed it to the left corner of this closet-like dressing room. I then stood up and kicked my bottoms to the corner where my shirt was a stood there naked, except for this white bra.

After unsnapping my bra and throwing it on the floor, I took a good minute to admire my big bare boobies in the mirror. I LOVED them! I have some tiny dark spots and some minor stretch marks over my breasts. At the bottom center of each breast was an average-sized amber brown areola with a thick nipple in the center. Both my areolas were in full view. I started to fall in love with my own tits! I had porn star boobs! The only thing I don't like about them though is the fact that they often draw unwanted public attention. But I sure as heck don't want to undergo breast reduction surgery!

Back to the clothes, I tried on the first swimsuit, the purple one and it seemed to fit me for being a bit too small or looking that way. It was spandex after all! But it was tight and it was quite a struggle to get my huge boobs in. This swimsuit zips at the front, much to my convenience, but my boobs were so big and this suit was so tight that I could barely zipper it all the way but i did it.

With my hands at my hips, I looked myself in the mirror, modeling in it, shifting my hips from side to side. I LOVED how I looked in my new swimsuit! There was no getting around to that! I liked how my breasts were spilling over my swimsuit, almost showing off my massive tits. I'm surprised my areolas weren't showing... yet! I also liked my pregnant belly look and how big my butt was. I also liked how the bottom portion started digging in between my butt cheeks, also exposing the sides of my pubic area.

And with that, I removed the swimsuit and rolled it down to my ankles. After stepping out of it, I put it in back in the bag and got the other one. This pink swimsuit was a two-piece one. I put the upper portion one on first, then the bottoms. The upper portion of this new swimsuit was too small to cover my deep massive belly button. Checking myself out in the mirror, I saw that the material was a bit thinner, for i could see my areolas slightly visible though the bust portion, but that was A-Okay with me. 

I then removed both portions of the swimsuit and changed back into my regular clothes. After leaving the dressing room, I saw that attractive lady standing there.

"There was a spy camera in there," said the lady.

"Are you f*ckin' kidding me!?" I replied, shocked.

"Just kidding," she replied, giggling a bit.

"I was about to say!" I sighed of relief, my free hand over my bosom.

"So did they fit?" asked the employee.

"Yes they did," said I. "Thanks a lot for your help!"

"No problem! Thank YOU!" she smiled. "See ya!"

"Bye!"

And with that, I walked out the store to meet up with Joey and Michelle at the elevator, both carrying two heavy-looking shopping bags!

"Y;all did quite a lot of shopping!" I commented.

"Yes we did!" replied Michelle. "He went to the video game store, I went to Victoria's Secret."

"Oh..." said I. "Wanna stop for some pizza?"

"Yeah!" said Joey with excitement.

"Sure" said Michelle.

When we had our pizza at the food court, all three of us sat at a table, Joey sitting next to me and Michelle sitting across from me. I intentionally had my butt crack exposed.

I began the conversation with Joey as we ate our pizza, "I saw a girl at this store you might like!"

"Who? Where?" he replied, smiling.

"I'll show you to her after we eat."

"What she look like?"

"She black, hazel eyes, big titties."

"Oh really?"

"Yup!"

"What store was this again?"

"It's upstairs not too far from the Game Stop, you just came from."

"I wanna go meet her!"

"I'll show you to her..."

We took more time to eat, and the pizza was so delicious, I ended up stuffing myself, gorging. After we all finished. I stood and lifted up my shirt, showing off my big stuffed belly, while at the same time letting half my butt be exposed to the public.

"You fat as sh*t!" Michelle commented as she and Joey slapped the huge fat roundness of my full belly.

"Thanks for noticing!" I said, half-sarcastic.

"Where's this girl you told me about?" Joey excitedly asked.

"I'll show you," I replied, putting down my shirt and walking off.

I took Joey back up the elevator and Michelle followed us. I went back to the store I came from and we searched for that girl. When I found her, I introduced Joey to her. Michelle and I watched as Joey had a great time meeting her. He asked for her number which failed but he didn't mind, knowing that there are other fish in the sea. We then left the mall.

Joey seemed happy about meeting that girl as we finally left the mall. As we waited for the trolley, I allowed Joey to feel my boobs. When there was no one else around by Michelle who didn't see us, he ran his fingers over my right breast, circling my nipple. But that was until we heard the trolley approaching from afar. We all boarded the trolley and rode back home and Joey deemed today one of the best days of his life.



A Day At The Mall



Note: This is a sequel to my story Double Penetration. Reading them in order is not necessary. 




The next morning, my body was so sore that it hurt to move. All I wanted was for it to happen again. But according to Matt we had other plans.

"Get up" he ordered "We're going to the mall" I rolled out of bed, my thighs still sticky from the night before. I grabbed my towel but Matt shook his head.

"No time to shower. Just brush your teeth and get dressed" he gestured to a pile of clothes that been laid out on the bed- a sheer white shirt and a short pink skirt. I wrinkled my nose (pink really wasn't my color) but Matt liked to dictate what I wore and I liked to please him. I went to grab one of my bras from the top drawer but found it was empty- no bras, no panties, and my vibrator was gone too.

"Matt?" I asked him. 

"You aren't going to be wearing any panties today. Or a bra" he informed me as though it was something that happened every day.

"What?" I gasped, blushing at the very thought "I- I can't do that" 

"Why not?" he demanded.

"Because my boobs will show through my shirt!"

"Well try it on and let's see" I pulled the shirt over my head and just like I had suspected it clung to my body, my large pink nipples poking through the fabric. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I can't go out like this" I protested.

"Why not?" Matt stepped forward and started to tease one nipple, pinching it through my shirt until I finally said "All right! I won't wear a bra. But I have to wear panties"

"Why?" Matt whispered, putting his hand between my legs and letting it rest on my clit. I shuddered.

"Because I'll- because-

"Yes?"

"Because I'll be so wet!" Matt raised his eyebrows.

"You need to wear a pair of panties because you can't stop your pussy from getting wet? Is it all those naughty thoughts that make you so wet?" He kissed my neck. "I think maybe you are having some of those naughty thoughts right now. I think maybe you don't even want to wear those panties. I think maybe you want the world to see what a naughty little girl you are" He was right of course. I just didn't want him to know how right he was. But then he slipped a finger inside me and I gasped with want. 

"Yes, Matt yes" I bucked my hips. Matt laughed.

"Good girl. Now come on. We're going to be late meeting Mark" I left the apartment with my clit still tingling. 

The entire car ride over I started to squirm in my seat, trying to apply friction to my throbbing pussy. Matt noticed what I was doing and whispered "See how much easier that is without panties on?" I blushed again. I had hoped that Matt wouldn't notice. When the car pulled up in front of the car and I got out there was a large wet stain on my seat. Matt smirked. I grew even more heated when I caught sight of Mark walking towards our car. I went to slam the car door but Matt gently grabbed my hand.

"You're late" announced Mark. In the light of day he looked even hotter than he had the night before. 

"I know. Catherine was a little resistant to the idea of not wearing panties" Matt's words sent another flood of heat between my legs. How was I ever going to be able to get through this day? 

"A slut like her? I'm surprised"

"But she enjoyed it once she got used to the idea" Matt said slipping an arm around my waist. Another thing I loved about Matt was the small affectionate gestures he frequently gave me to assure me that even though he treated me like a toy, he still loved me like a person "In fact look at what happened to the car seat" He gestured to the spot on the seat of the car.

"Didn't have time to use the bathroom before you left?" asked Mark with another of his arrogant smirks.

"Why don't you show Mark what happened?" Matt said "Touch yourself"

"Here?" I asked, glancing around nervously. The parking lot was fairly empty for a Monday morning but there was still the occasional passerby. 

"You could do it now" Mark said "Or you could do it in the middle of the food court. Your choice"

I felt their eyes on me as I stroked myself quickly. When I pulled my hands away they were dripping, coated in cum. I felt Matt's breathing grow heavier and tried not to smile too much at the bulge at his crotch. 

"Lick those fingers clean" he said, his voice husky with lust. I did, making sure to put on a bit of a show as I took my time licking the cum from each finger. I knew they were watching me, closely enjoying my every move and I loved the power I had over them. But those tables were turned the minute we set foot in the mall.

"The first place we're going to hit is Spencers" I took a deep breath of apprehension. I had only ever bought one thing from Spencer's- a tiny vibrator that I hadn't used in three years. I had a feeling this shopping trip was going to cover a bit more ground.

Spencer's was on the third floor right next to the food court which meant it got a lot more traffic than it did than if it was nestled away in a corner. There had to be about 30 people- mostly college kids my age. Thankfully I didn't recognize anyone.

We marched right through Spencer's to the back where the racy lingerie and foreplay skirts hung from the wall. Right away Mark began to grab panties, thongs and skirts off the wall- in every color, in every style, in every variety. Matt began to look through the corsets and the bras.

"You guys do know this stuff is expensive right?" I asked. Matt just laughed as he grabbed a French maid costume.

"Don't you worry about it my little sexpot" he said taking a "Sexy cop" costume down from the wall and checking the size. 

"Hey Matt" called Mark, his arms overflowing with crotchless panties, Playboy bunny booty shorts and miniskirts "Do you want to get her the nurse costume or the school girl costume?"

"The nurse costume. We can make a school girl costume with her old uniform" he turned to me "Catherine you see that guy there?" he gestured to a guy flipping through pinups of naked girls. I nodded "I want you to go over there and ask him which bra he thinks will look better on you" He held up a black lace see through bra and a pink bra covered with white lace. 

"But-"

"Listen you little whore. Your boyfriend is spending all this money so you can dress up that sexy ass of yours. He's trying to make that little pussy of yours happy. So you listen to him"

I bowed my head and walked over to the guy who was now staring intently at a picture of three naked girls all lying on top of one man. "Excuse me?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"What do you want?" I bristled at his rudeness but said "Could you tell me which bra would look better on me?" I held up the black one and the pink one keeping my eyes on the ground. I felt him roam his eyes on my body especially on my chest. He appeared to be taking the question very seriously. Finally he laughed and said "I don't know why you need a bra for those little titties" 

Matt stepped forward indignantly. "Excuse me did you say my girlfriend's boobs were small" The guy looked annoyed at the interruption but Matt was several feet taller than he was so he merely stammered "No-no it's just my girlfriend's boobs were bigger than that when she was in primary school. I need to go. Bye" He brushed past us. Another boy that had been standing near the lingerie approached us and said softly "I don't know what that asshole was talking about. Your breasts are fine" He was a nerdy looking boy- probably he had never been kissed in his life. And right now he was staring at my breasts like he wanted to worship them. Matt smiled.

"This young man is so nice, I think maybe you should let him give your boobs a squeeze, Catherine" The tone in his voice told me I didn't have much of a choice. The guy didn't wait for permission either. He just gasped with delight and then gave my breasts a quick grope, sliding his fingers over my erect nipples. Then he snuck another glance at Matt as though to make sure he wasn't going to beat him up before he left the store. 

"Well I guess we'll just take both bras" Matt said not sounding too unhappy about it. I surveyed all the items they were holding. While Matt and I had been busy with the man, Mark had added more items to his stash including a pole dancing kit, a whip, and a Spread 'Em Bar and Cuff Set. How the hell were they able to afford all this stuff?

Matt took my hand and led me over to the vibrators. "I think you'll enjoy this part" he said with a smile. Together we picked out seven kinds of vibrators including a rabbit vibrator that claimed it was "guaranteed to bring any girl to climax". I saw a couple of younger boys watching us. They nudged each other and smiled, though they quickly looked away when Matt saw them staring.

"Is this enough stuff?" I asked. I was mostly teasing secretly I was wondering how much stuff we would be able to carry. As it was I knew we had five bagfuls of stuff. 

"Not quite. As a reward for being such a good girl" and here Matt stared pointedly at my crotch which had been in a constant state of wetness "you can pick out any three items you want to get" The way he said it I knew skimping on the items wasn't really an option. I pretty much gathered up the first three things I saw (an Adult Paint box, an edible female thong, and a Naked Strip Poker Card Game). Don't judge.

The guy behind the register almost passed out when we laid our items on the counter. Mark and Matt stepped back so I had to stand there while the (fairly cute) guy checked out every item. At first he raised his eyebrows but at the 27th item he didn't even blink an eye. I think he figured that they were for a bachelorette party or an orgy. But after he had wrapped the last item in the back he smiled at me and said "I look forward to seeing your show" 

Before I could ask what he meant the lady behind me cleared her throat impatiently and I grabbed the seven bags and joined Matt and Mark outside the store. Thankfully the bags weren't see through so I didn't have to expose the entire mall to my virbrators, and my panties.

"Dammit all that shopping made me hungry" Mark said. So even though it was the last thing I wanted to do in my sheer shirt and tiny skirt I followed them into the crowded food court. Walking around dressed like a hooker in the food court was a lot different than it was walking around in Spencers. In Spencer's people practically expected you to be promiscuous or strange. But the food court was filled with people who probably had never set foot in Spencer's in their eyes. And their eyes immediately flew to me.

Mark led to us to a table which was in the middle of the court so we had to walk past what felt like half the mall to get to it. I was all too aware of the way my breasts bounced with every step and the way the back of my skirt was beginning to stick to my ass. I tried to cross my legs as I walked to keep the wetness from slipping down my legs but it was getting very difficult. At one point Mark dropped his wallet and I had to bend over and pick it up. I cringed as I did so , certain that I was mooning half a dozen innocent bystanders. When we got to the table I sat down very carefully not wanting to flash the whole mall.

"Catherine, Mark and I are going to get food. Wait here" Matt said and he brushed past me briskly as he and Mark headed over to get some KFC. As soon as they had left I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around to see two young men standing behind me, both of them well dressed. Without asking they both slipped into the seats on either side of me. 

"Excuse me miss?" the one on my right said with a smile that could only be described as cheeky "Is what the sign says true?" 

"What?" The other guy put his hand on my back and removed a small piece of loose-leaf that said in large letters Wet Pussy Hungry For Cock. I felt the heat rise to my face.

"Maybe that's why she's not wearing panties" the guy who had handed me the sign said to his friend.

"Or a bra. You should really cover up those perky little titties. You can get a guy way too worked up with them" the guy on my right informed me.

"Are you?" I whispered. The guy nodded. I could see the lust in his eyes mirrored my own. My eyes moved to his crotch, my breathing grew heavier at the sign of the telltale bulge. His friend laughed. 

"Hey Jeff check this out" he slipped his hands under my skirt and between my thighs "Christ, your soaking" He lifted up his wet hand and Jeff whistled. I moaned softly.

"Well look at you. I turn my back for one moment and you let some other guys play with that pussy of yours" Matt had returned. Mark was right behind him carrying a bag of KFC wings. I tried not to laugh as I watched the color drain from the faces of the boys sitting next to me. Matt just stuck out his hand.

"I'm Matt. Nice to see that you're paying attention to my slut. It's so hard to give her satisfaction" The pleasantries were cut short by the arrival of a woman dressed in a mall security uniform. 

"Excuse me miss. Mr. Jackson, head of security, would like to see you in his office. Feel free to bring your friends too" She looked around with distaste at the crowd of boys gathered around me. I had never seen two boys retreat so quickly as the ones that had been sitting on either side of me. They scrambled out of their seats without so much as a good-bye. Mark and Matt however looked remarkably calm.

"Lead the way" Matt said taking the sign that had been taped to my back. 

The security office was located on the fourth floor nestled between Barnes and Noble and Claire's. The woman kept up a brisk pace glancing back every now and then to make sure we were still behind her. I think she was a little surprised that we hadn't made a break for it. 

"Mr. Jackson" she called rapping on the door "I got that girl you wanted" 

"Door's open" he called. 

"Well?" the woman said "He doesn't want me. Go on in" I tentatively entered the office. Several things struck me- first how large and spacious the office was. The second thing was the man behind the desk. He was a lot younger than I had expected- possibly Matt's age. And although he wasn't exactly handsome he did have a certain something about him that made me blush when I realized how exposed I was. I crossed my arms self consciously in front of my chest. He averted his eyes. I could tell he wasn't used to dealing with scantily clad women. Mark and Matt filed in behind me then closed the door. 

"I'm sorry to call you in here, Miss-" he looked at me.

"Harper" I supplied. 

"Miss Harper, but several mall goers have complained about the way you are dressed" Here Mark stepped forward somewhat aggressively.

"What's wrong with it?"

"it's just a bit provocative for public wear" he explained not making eye contact with any of us.

"How so?" Matt asked.

"Well, the shirt is- is see through and according to one woman she isn't wearing any panties" He fidgeted slightly in his seat before looking up briefly "Is that true?" I bowed my head.

"Yes sir" 

"Catherine is such a slut, officer. She gets very aroused and not wearing panties is very pleasant to her. She likes men staring at her body, wondering what it would be like to take for them to fuck her"

The officer cleared his throat.

"Yes well, it's just not appropriate to satisfy those needs in a family place" he said, looking rather pleased with himself that he had managed to get the words out. Matt laughed.

"What about a more private place. Such as your office" The officer gulped, straightening his tie.

"What do you mean?"

"Catherine will explain it to you" Matt said with a meaningful look at me "Mark and I will be outside" They left the office, leaving me with the officer who was becoming more and more nervous with every passing minute. 

"Well, what were your friend's talking about?" asked Mr. Jackson.

"They aren't my friends" I said taking a step forward "They're my masters. They tell me what to do and I do it. They like to watch me touch myself, to hit on guys, to pant and get worked, to cum in my panties"

"I see" He was shaking now. I wonder how many times this guy had gotten laid. My guess was not enough. He was much too tense.

"I bet they would like it if a security officer took me in his office" I whispered. 

"Impossible" he shook his head. "It violates-"

"I have something you can violate" I said ripping off my shirt. I saw his eyes widened as he took in my breasts. There was no concealing how much he wanted them.

"Well officer" I teased shaking my hips. My skirt flew up a little to reveal my pussy which was unmistakably wet. 

Mr. Jackson got to his feet saying something that sounded a lot like "They didn't teach me this in the police academy" and then got out from behind his desk. His boner was begging to be let out of his pants. 

"Can I help you with that officer?" I asked. 

"Yes you fucking can!" he snarled. With amazing speed he yanked down my skirt and pushed me onto his desk. I spread my legs knowing what was coming, biting my lip and trying to keep my excitement quiet. 

"You little tease" he hissed as he unzipped his pants. His cock was not as large as Matt or Mark's but my body tensed a little anyway knowing I was going to be rammed with that cock "What a wet slut you are" he said before plunging his cock into my pussy.

"Oh yes I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. Until you can't take it" he said thrusting himself inside me. I clenched my legs around his body trying to get his dick as far inside me as it could go. He started to nibble on my breasts, his teeth grazing them with every thrust. 

"That enough for you, you filthy little bitch" I could tell he was getting closer and closer. Finally with one final thrust he erupted inside me. I came moments after, fighting to keep my screams quiet so the entire mall wouldn't hear them.

When we had finished, Mr. Jackson zipped his pants like nothing had happened. 

"You may leave" he said walking over to the bathroom leaving me panting on his desk covered in sweat and cum. I smiled. Matt sure knew how to get the most fun out of a little shopping.



A Day at the Mall



It was difficult for Penny to deny that the woman staring back from the mirror was one sexy piece of ass. She wasn't entirely (or at all) comfortable with being seen by actual people in this get up but Kyle had ordered her to do this and she did what her Master told her to do. That's what it meant to be a good slave, a good Kitten. 

That was why she pushed down her doubts about wearing a skirt that didn't quite come down past the curve of her ass and would give an eyeful of her freshly shaved snatch to anybody who bothered to really look at her. She wriggled slightly in the corset pushing her full breasts up and then exhaled slightly. She'd have to remind him sometime in the future that no amount of white make up and black lipstick and eye liner made her into an actual vampire. Breathing was one of her stronger addictions. She also didn't really think she looked much like a vamp, more like something that had escaped a KISS concert especially when he'd decided to paint a spade over her left eye but she'd decided it was worth it. Having her Master fawn over her to the point of learning how to apply make up so it was done just the way he wanted it done wasn't something she was apt to complain about. If she was going to complain about something it would probably be the knee high black leather boots with the six inch heels he had her tottering around in. They made her tall enough to look in the eye but she had to measure her steps very carefully robbing her of whatever confidence the heels were supposed to add. She had a few minor complaints about the nylon sleeves he had here wearing, they had a single loop around her middle finger and came just shy of her shoulders and she thought they looked a little silly. Kyle thought they looked like something out of a show he liked. Penny would also have a word with him about putting her in pigtails.

Still all things considered she couldn't claim that the woman in the mirror wasn't built out of solid fucking sex and when she strode out her front door she made a little performance out of leaning over to make sure her door was locked. Across the hall Alfred dropped his tea cup and Penny smiled.

It took her just over forty five minutes to get to the mall where Kyle had told her to meet him. She hadn't been out of the parking lot when she felt the first of sets of eyes settling on her. If she strained Penny could hear their voices but not enough to discern what they were saying. She didn't actually need to hear them to know what they were saying about her though. They were the same things she'd be saying if she saw a woman dressed like a full leather dominatrix in the middle of March strutting into the mall.

Penny's breath caught in her throat. It took all of her attention to pretend like she didn't notice them and keep walking. She could tell this was going to be a long day if this was just the first few minutes. Once she was inside the mall it was immediately worse. Every head turned as she walked by and the only thing she could do was keep her head up and her eyes forward pretending not to notice. 

The combination of self imposed tunnel vision and the rhythmic click-clack of her heels had her so focused she didn't even notice Kyle till he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her up against him. He'd known in advance that he'd caught her off guard which explained why he was pinning her arms to her sides which was the only thing keeping her from driving her elbows into his ribs. "Afternoon sexy." 

It was hard to pretend she didn't like the way his arms felt wrapped around her or the sound of his voice against her ear. The steady beating of his heart against her back wasn't unpleasant either. "Afternoon Master." She wriggled against him straining for a kiss but he dodged and pushed her away. "I hope this is to your liking?" He'd only left her half an hour ago for reasons he wouldn't explain. She thought he just wanted to give her one last chance to back down. 

She realized that wasn't completely true when she noticed a bag resting beside his backpack. Clearly he had something in mind that was a little more involved than just seeing if she'd actually show. She felt her breath catch beneath her breasts for a moment freezing her in the process. 

It was only when he slipped a hand beneath her indecently short skirt that she was shocked back into reality. "Someone will see!" She hissed. She didn't move though. Penny didn't dare move because his hand was probably covering more of her than the skirt and nobody seemed to be staring. She saw a few eyes roll over her but it was the same glance they'd been giving her since she entered the mall and the same one they were giving a bunch of high school cheerleaders skipping around the food court. If someone noticed that her Master had two fingers gliding back and forth over her shaven lips they were doing a good job of playing it cool. Much better than she was when she noticed her left leg was pumping creating a steady click like an angry clock. "Stop! Please!"

Kyle captured her clit between the two fingers. "Why would I stop?" He obviously wasn't concerned with anybody seeing him. Why would he be, he was in a black button up shirt and with matching jeans and boots. The only thing he needed to be worried about at all was maybe being seen with a whore but not actually being the whore! "I like you like this."

Penny's legs were already threatening to turn to mush beneath her. He had her captured exactly where he wanted her. "Please, what do you want?" She bit down on her lip and frantically looked around. Still nobody seemed to have noticed what they were doing, most didn't even seem to notice her at all. It probably helped that with her Master's arms wrapped around her she was mostly covered up. There was also his glare, he might have been a generally friendly guy but the way he stared at people convinced most people he was high on the do not fuck with list.

"I want to teach you a lesson. Do you remember last week? When I told you that you'd rue what you'd done." Penny did remember that. Mostly because she remembered that despite the serious look in his eyes that she'd been unable to keep from giggling when he told her she'd rue the day. Who actually said that outside of Disney villains and usually right before they ran off with their tails tucked between their legs. He probably hadn't even really cared much about what she'd done wrong so much as he cared about her poise. That was one thing he rarely forgave. After a moment was spent gathering her thoughts she nodded to indicate that she did. "Good, you didn't think I'd forgotten did you." That was a rhetorical question. He never forgot anything.

"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered. Penny had to lean most of her weight against him, she'd probably collapse to the floor without his support.

"A new punishment." He released her slowly waiting patiently before pushing her to the bag. "Fetch my bags." She walked over to his backpack and shopping back bending at the waist, always at the waist, and picked them up. 

It was easy to forget just how fast and quiet that bastard to could be. When she turned around he was already halfway across the food court handing off a couple of bills to an attractive young Hispanic girl wearing an absurd hat in the shape of a hotdog. With her other hand she was balancing a tray with food on it. He smiled at her and Penny watched the young girl blush. He had that effect on women and she was giggling lightly while she went back to her store. 

Penny gently pushed the thought out of her mind. He didn't mean anything by it, she'd seen him flirt more than that with his own cousins. Originally she thought he did it to make her jealous but that wasn't it, at all. He just didn't care that it annoyed her which was a little different. 

"So what are your plans Master?" She rested his backpack at his feet but the second bag she rested on the table next to their food. She recognized the bag, it was from the local sex shop. They tried to be subtle with their plain black bags but that only made them all the more conspicuous in a place where all the other bags were brightly colored and covered with logos.

Kyle didn't answer her. Instead he picked up a plate with two corndogs on it and slid the tray towards here with a third and a basket of fries. There wasn't any point in her asking him anything else. His mother had taught him not to talk when his mouth was full, his father had taught him to eat when he didn't want to talk and the Marines had taught him that there was nothing worse in the world than waiting. The only reason Penny even started, careful not to muss her makeup, eating was because if she didn't he would. He wasn't really buying her food so much as allowing her to have some little control over how long it took before he answered her questions.

He was a clever bastard when the mood struck him.

Several minutes later Kyle finished off the last handful of fries and told Penny to get rid of the tray. She plastered on an intentionally fake smile as she did it. He seemed to enjoy making her do the most menial things every bit as much as he enjoyed putting her through more intimate paces. Right then his motivation probably had a lot to do with watching her walk across the food court in a skirt that didn't cover her up and counting the heads that turned. 

Penny had found after a while that she could actually tell the gender and approximate age of the person looking at her without even seeing them. She could tell when they were young men staring at her because their gaze was always hot and sticky like a sweat soaked towel oozing over whatever part of her body was the focus of their lusts. Women, most of them, had a gaze like a cold snap. Sometimes it lingered over a specific area of envy but usually it was more like stepping into a freezer. Old men were more like the young men were a lot more like their younger counterparts only colder and thicker. If a young man was like a sweaty t-shirt an old man was like a freezing cold blanket thrown overhead. Subconsciously she kept count of them as she walked to the trash bins and back to the table where Kyle was waiting with a knowing smile.

He didn't say anything. There really wasn't a point in him saying anything to her. He'd made his point long ago and he only repeated it because he was afraid she'd forget if he didn't keep drilling it into her head. She was attractive. Sexy as all hell was the phrase he usually used. It was the last thing she'd believed when they'd first met just over a year ago. He'd figured out the first time he'd dressed her up that she didn't believe him when he told her she was sexy. He was her boyfriend and that made him a liar or at least unreliable. It took a long while. She didn't like the way men looked at her with only a single thought and women (most) with another singular thought but she couldn't deny they noticed when she walked by. 

He enjoyed being right.

Kyle reached into the bag and pulled out something small, purple, roughly egg shaped though it was covered in tiny ridges. She started to ask what it was but she didn't need to. He made some motion and she felt it buzz in her palm. "No." He just smiled at her. 

"Don't worry. This is going to be quick." Kyle promised. What that usually meant was that whatever he had in mind was sufficiently horrible that she'd learn her lesson quickly and decide she'd rather the lesser punishment. She was slowly learning that he usually preferred the second for one reason or another and getting through the first was as close as she could come to beating him at his own game. "Go on, put it in." 

Penny locked her eyes with her Master, more because it let her zone out how many people were walking around and pushed the device into her pussy and whimpered. It was cold. "Well get on with it." She hissed between clenched teeth. 

"Watch your mouth Kitten. You don't want me to make this worse do you?" A dark smile crept across his face prompting her to shake her head. "Good, now come on. This should only take a few moments. All you have to do is accomplish a single task." He pushed away from the table and started walking. 

Penny followed behind Kyle just like he'd trained her. Just a single pace behind, close enough that he could take her by the wrist if he wanted to. At first it seemed like he didn't have any particular place in mind and was just planning to walk around the mall. He actually did that with her from time to time. He claimed a lot of reasons for it amongst them finding out what she wanted, showing her off and making sure she understood that people did find her attractive but he also did it as a subtle way of getting her to work out. She didn't complain much, it was better than going to the gym and he usually bought her a few things while he was busy picking out things that were more for himself than for her.

After twenty or so minutes though she realized exactly where they were headed and he'd only taken the long way. (Probably equally to show her off as to give her a little work out. He had never figured out that walking around in six inch stilettos wasn't even similar to hiking around in tennies.) There was only one thing on this side of the mall. Los Pegasus, the comic book store. IT would have taken just a minute or two if he'd headed the other way from the food court but she'd already figured out that the circuit was just for show. 

A cold sweat immediately broke out on her brow. She didn't feel cold though, she felt hot especially around her cheeks. Both sets. Even a fairly average girl in street cloths got all sorts of awkward stares from the guys who frequented Los Pegasus. A sex pot like her dressed up like something out of a fetish magazine? Penny was likely to pick up a half dozen STDs just by walking across the threshold. (At least she would have if the kind of guys who hung around in comic shops had enough sex to get STDs) 

Kyle only paused maybe ten feet away and then only to make sure she was exactly where she was supposed to be when he handed her his wallet. Then he stepped into the store and immediately struck up a conversation. Karin couldn't tell if it was someone he knew or a complete stranger, for his relative awkwardness in most social situations put in around comic books or video games and he could just start up a conversation about whatever someone was looking like and immediately seem like a friend. 

The guys of the store had certainly noticed her. Kyle and possibly his new found friend were the only people who weren't watching her walk towards the back of the store. She was trying to keep looking calm as she opened his wallet to check his instructions. Pick up 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic issues 1-12. She narrowed her gaze for a moment cutting her gaze towards Kyle. The smug bastard was smiling. She should have known that he'd do something like this. She considered telling him that he'd won and that he should just get on with whatever the next step in his torture was. 

Then the thing inside her buzzed. Just for a second but that was more than enough to straighten her spine. Kyle looked like he was laughing at something the guy he was talking to said, certainly they were both laughing about whatever it was and Penny flushed. 

Penny needed to hurry before the fact that Kyle was a little sadistic kicked in. She quickly searched out the clerk. "Excuse me, do you have My Little Pony issues one through twelve?" The man looked her over hungrily. She was mostly used to the indignity of men looking at her like a piece of meat. She wasn't quite prepared to hold his gaze when Kyle turned that damned toy of his back on. It was just good luck on Penny's part that he turned around at the same time that she had to shift her legs to keep from crying out. 

It could have been one minute or twenty that he spent digging through a box before he laid a stack out for her. "Here are the first ten." He pointed toward the back corner where several guys were congregated around some expensive looking figurines. "The last two are still on the shelf though, over there bottom row."

Penny kept from frowning and even managed to smile politely at the man who said he'd be moving over to the register to start ringing her up. She thanked him and walked over to where he'd indicated. The comics were right where he said they'd be. Bottom fucking shelf. He didn't look like he was watching so she squat down. He must have been watching because the thing inside her suddenly went from low to overdrive or a single pulse knocking her flat on her ass in the process. 

She couldn't remember a single more embarrassing situation in her entire life. She was flat on her ass, legs splayed open with four guys staring down at her. None of them had any idea what to do though other than stare wide eyed. After a minute Penny squeaked and snatched the two comics up before standing up and dashing over to the register.

"You may want to check your skirt." The man at the register, Steve according to the name tag, said as calmly as he could manage while ringing up the comics one by one. 

Penny instantly went from light pink to fire engine red. The skirt had been too short to wear in public all by itself but falling down hat bunched the tight fabric up around her hips. There was no way to be subtle about pulling her skirt back down so she didn't even try instead just wriggling and pulling it down as far as it would manage. She wasn't sure if it was too their credit or from a shared sense of shame but as far as Penny could tell every male gaze was locked on a comic, card or figurine. "Thank you." She handed him a fifty dollar bill from the wallet and then marched out of Los Pegasus without waiting for Kyle's change.

She was halfway to her car when Kyle stopped her. By pushing that damned button and nearly driving her to her knees. He left her there leaning against a light post for an agonizing and delicious minute while he casually walked up behind her. "You know you're supposed to bend at the waist to get things slave." She wanted to slap him, but not half as bad as she wanted him to bring her home and fuck her brains clean out of her skull. Kyle walked up beside her and gently hooked a finger under her chin bringing her eyes up to his. "You did well." He was smiling. Then he did something with his free hand and the egg inside her went past overdrive to a setting she could only define as lose your motherfucking mind. 

That was exactly what she did.

Kyle caught her before her knees buckled and slammed his lips forcefully against her own. Penny couldn't do anything but clutch to her Master while she came. He held her against him until her body ceased shuddering. "Good girl." 

Penny was sweating when she looked up at him waiting for her legs to regain enough strength that she could trust them. "Thank you Master." She kissed him again lightly on the chin then again at the base of throat and when she was ready he squeezed her ass and let her walk to her car alone.



A Day at the Mall



How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts 

Background: The Trainer 

I hate men, passionately. They're hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can't stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They're either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places to kiss and caress, unless they are disgustingly fat and wobble when they walk. Their sex organs are downright ugly, slightly reminiscent of crocket mallets waiting to pound on something. Their scrota resemble those stress-exercise balls used to firm up one's grip. That actually is one pleasant image, grasping their balls in one hand and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing as hard as possible. 

However, I am a romantic, and a somewhat attractive woman, though I do wear "a few extra pounds" here and there. I enjoy sex, even if only at the behest of a vibrator. I try to limit orgasms to one per day, though I have occasionally exceeded this goal. Every time, I do imagine the feel of a man inside me, filling me, stimulating me. 

Since my early twenties, I've presented myself as a male. I wear my hair short, not a buzz cut but about an inch long. This leaves me with no hassles involving tangles or combs or brushes. Ten seconds is enough to ensure my hair is completely in place. I do not wear makeup. I hate makeup. It's gooey and smelly and never goes in the right places, based on the few times I tried it as a teenager. I do not wear nail polish. It's even smellier, and loves to climb onto my cuticles and skin. I do not wear jewelry, except for one garnet necklace given to me by a close friend. I especially do not wear earrings, for the thought of poking holes in my body gives me the shivers. I dress in sweatshirts and hoodies one size too large, along with plain old denims and tennis shoes, to hide my curves as well as I can. I do wear bras, usually sports bras one size too small so they compress my admittedly generous breasts against my chest. And my panties are as plain as can be, gray cotton things. I do find my monthly maintenance chores to be annoying, but push through them as quickly as possible. 

So, in short, I make believe I am a man, trapped in a woman's body. Though my given name is Margaret, I accept, gladly, the nickname of Bobbie. I've been doing this for twenty years, and I am happy. I have no desire to change. 

This has led to some stress at work and with family. Men, against all reason, ask me out for dates. "No way" is the most polite answer I offer, when I'm in a good mood. Women wonder if I'm gay, and glance at me when they think I'm not looking. Maybe I am, I sometimes think, then banish the thought. My siblings often ask annoying questions about my love life, and get nothing but a glare in return. 

At one office holiday party, I did get a wee bit drunk. I'm sure I could have stood up if I really tried, but I didn't want to try. One of my co-workers, I forget who, got into a discussion of gender-bending stuff, like "should boys who feel like girls be allowed to use girls' bathrooms at school?" I didn't pay much attention, for the whole topic seemed silly (boys are boys, just see if anything's hanging between their legs) and I had a hard time following the discussion. But I do recall someone mentioning "The Trainer", as a friendly expert on gender stuff. 

A few nights later, with nothing else to do, I got to thinking about my gender preferences. It dawned on me that maybe not everything was aligned as well as it could be. Up came Google, with a search for "The Trainer". After the inevitable movies and plays and other garbage, I did find a reference to a woman in my area whose web site offered "private consultations about one's role in the modern sexual marketplace". I know, this is not impressive, but I did give in to an unexpected urge to make contact. I sent an email from a semi-anonymous account to The Trainer. It contained a variation of the summary I've presented here, along with my pointed question of the form "So what can you do for me?" 

She responded quickly and very politely. She admitted that she'd need to meet me to properly answer my question. She added some detail, stating that her goal was to help people find comfort in themselves, acknowledging reality and shedding pretense. Her preferred method was role-playing. She'd meet with a client, work out a way to experiment, with an emphasis on emotional safety, with different presentations. She was clear that she is not prescriptive and she is non-judgmental. Her only goal is to find the most comfortable self-image for her students. 

Normally I avoid feel-good advisors who only feel good when they receive a check from me. But The Trainer seemed more sincere, and more humble, than other quacks I've encountered. I decided to give her a chance, just one. 

I made an appointment to visit her the next Wednesday, from noon to 5PM. 

Preparation: Making the Plan 

I showed up at The Trainer's apartment precisely at noon. She let me in, and immediately offered me a seat and a cup of tea. She was a mature and rather dowdy woman, but clearly energetic and intelligent. Her apartment was small, containing a single living/dining room and a hall leading to a bathroom and, I assumed, a bedroom. Two cats lounged on the floor, but seemed quite elderly, as they barely moved when I entered. 

We talked about innocuous things as we got to know one another. We both hate sports, and the men they attract. We both enjoy history and music, though I'm more into engineering, and she into art. It was easy to open up to her, for she was quite open with me. 

Then we got down to business. She clearly understood that I visualize myself as a man, biology notwithstanding, and am happy with that. She was very supportive of this, emphasizing that one should find a role in which one feels comfortable, and stick with it, regardless of outside opinion. She even asserted that I was handsome, though I wrote this off as the kind of pandering that comes with professional client relations. 

The crux came when she asked me what alternative roles I had considered. I blushed. I do have a secret fantasy. So secret it's known only to me. I thought long and hard about whether I should reveal it to her. She waited, silently, knowing that I was struggling internally. She was patient. She seemed sincerely interested in my thoughts. I gave in. 

"I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to live life as a real woman, provided we could get rid of all the men", was my current thought. "I don't think I want to be a lesbian, but I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to be Cinderella - without Prince Charming." 

She was silent. I was silent. We looked at each other, and she smiled a bit and nodded slightly. "I know exactly what you mean" she spoke, softly. I believed her. 

"Would you be interested in a simple experiment to help clarify your feelings?" she asked. 

"What kind of experiment?" I wondered. I liked her, but was not about to yield control to her. 

"Let's just go for a ride. Go to a mall, perhaps. Let's find a place not far from here, but where you won't be known. In the process, let's do some simple role-playing. Let's just fix you up to be a bit more feminine, and see how you feel about it." 

"What do you mean by fixing me up?" I had to know. 

"I suggest we keep things simple. I can put some light makeup on you. I can loan you a simple wig, not big and long, but something down to your shoulders, perhaps. I have some discrete jewelry. But mostly, let's show off your breasts a bit more."  

I was seriously taken aback, especially by her final clause. Repeat: I don't like makeup. Repeat: I don't like long hair. Repeat: I don't like jewelry. Repeat: I don't want other people staring at my breasts. But I do like having breasts, and sometimes, late at night, I stand in front of a mirror and...whatever. 

However, I did feel a surge of interest, maybe even excitement. A warm feeling grew in my crotch. Something sexually significant began. I became modestly aroused, and this does not happen outside my bedroom. 

"Think about it for a few minutes", said The Trainer. 

I did. I imagined walking down the aisle of one of the nearby malls. I imagined wearing those self-forbidden items: makeup, earrings, bracelets, and wig. I especially imagined allowing my breasts to show. The warmth spread. Arousal grew. I went further, and imagined adopting the arched-back posture used by exotic women, pulling my shoulders back and pushing my breasts forward. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to do this, to let myself go, to appear as a woman, sensual, erotic. Damn the men. I formed the idea of competing with other women: "Mine are bigger than yours, now what do you say?" 

To this day, I don't know what I desired more at that instant: a climax, or to go on with The Trainer's expedition. I was so aroused that judgment failed me. I acceded to her suggestion. 

But then cold feet set in. I wondered why I should bother at all with this silly idea. I was sure no good would come of it, and the next day I would simply revert to my normal, comfortable life. Why take any risk at all? I still didn't know The Trainer very well, though I was beginning to like her. Besides, I'm happy being male, at least in concept. 

Fortunately, it was winter. I could contemplate a compromise: I could wear my winter coat, which I had left in my car. This would hide my breasts, to some extent, if things became to embarrassing. I did not want men to be glaring at me, under any circumstances. 

Also, I wanted an escape path. I didn't want to give The Trainer more control than necessary, but I did think her presence could give me confidence. I asked her for a piece of paper and pen, and scribbled out the following caveats: 

1. I wear the entire setup, including my winter coat, as we leave your home, and I drive us to the Mall 

2. We walk into the Mall, and promenade around it, with my coat buttoned, window-shopping, as I adjust to the wig, makeup and jewelry 

3. You signal me to unbutton my coat, revealing the shape of my breasts, and we continue walking 

4. We find a seat in the Food Court, and you signal me to remove my coat entirely, exposing the shape of my breasts to all who would look 

5. After some time, we resume our walk, with me carrying my coat on my arm, again window-shopping, breasts clearly on display 

6. If the weather permits, we return to the car, you unlock it and tell me to put my coat in it, then we return to the mall, removing the psychological safety net that the coat had provided 

7. We continue our promenade, and as we pass each store, you ask me to identify an item we might examine in each one 

8. You select one store for us to enter and contemplate a purchase, where I must talk with a sales person (preferably female), my breasts directly in front of her. 

The Trainer took no issue with these suggestions. We had a plan. 

Transformation: From Bobbie to Maggie 

The Trainer took charge. "Stay here, I'll be right back". Sure enough, a few minutes later she returned, arms full of stuff. 

"Let's start with the basics. Take off your sweatshirt, please." This gave me no pause, as my sports bra is a very utilitarian thing, not likely to excite anyone, especially The Trainer. 

"Thank you. Now, here's a more appealing bra. Put it on. Would you like me to leave while you do so?" This was an interesting combination of authority and sensitivity. Again, I gave in. 

"No, you may stay, of course." I examined the bra she had given me. It was lacy, but well constructed, as the back panel included four clasps. It also had an underwire, the purpose of which I had long forgotten. I put it on, and almost gasped. I discovered the reason for the underwire, as it rounded my breasts. Being of the proper size, the cups forced them to protrude more than I'd ever experienced. The lace was semi-transparent, and my nipples showed clearly, both in color and in shape. I looked bustier than I ever had. I did not enjoy the concept. I do not show off my breasts. Yet here, I did. Something again stirred between my legs. 

The Trainer said nothing. She handed me a turquoise knit sweater, obviously wishing me to put it on. I did. It covered the bra, and hid the color of my nipples, but not their shape. I protruded. They protruded. I felt as though an alien had overtaken my body. Unconsciously, I arched my back, slightly. I protruded more. I became more aroused. My nipples protruded more. This was not me! But it was fun. 

She handed me a wig. I somehow figured out how to pull it over my short-cropped hair. It fit snuggly. As promised, it was not too long, not quite coming down to my shoulders, with bangs almost reaching my eyebrows. She pulled out a comb, combed the wig quickly, and then stepped back. 

"Go into the bathroom, and take a look at yourself." I did. I gasped, for real. For that was not me in the mirror. It was a busty woman, with simple yet feminine hair. Was I that woman? "Put these on", she said, handing me a pair of dangly, somewhat tacky, earrings. The pressure of the clips on my ear lobes was quite surprising. "Turn and look at me" was her next instruction. I did, and she deftly dabbed eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, and lipstick on me. "Look again." I did, and could not believe the transformation. At least from the waist up, I was no longer my own comfortable tomboy. I was a full-fledged woman. It made me very, very uncomfortable, for this was an entirely unfamiliar concept. It was arousing, though, for inexplicable reasons. "Tell me what you see." 

"I see a woman, a real woman. She is not me. I would be embarrassed to be seen like this in any other circumstances. I am embarrassed now. I do not want to be this woman. She defies major parts of my personal self-image. Let's stop." 

"Can we compromise, and just take a break? Please, come take a seat in the living room?" She led the way, and I followed. Somehow I had fallen into a subservient role, accepting her suggestions, though still feeling free to offer my own opinions. She offered, and produced, another cup of tea. It was Earl Gray, I think. 

"This is just a role-playing experiment. I'm not trying to change you at all. You will be the same person tomorrow morning as you were when you woke up this morning. The only thing that will change is your experience. Please, stay with me, let's do this, so you can go home knowing, in more detail, what you've chosen not to include in your self-image, yet." 

I remained silent. She had a good point. Her offer was to try something new, like bocce or skydiving. I would not change. Or if I did change, it would be my choice to do so. I would be embarrassed in the process, just as if I were to take up bocce, having no skill in it. I would learn something, though, and I do appreciate the value of learning. "Ok." 

We left her apartment, and walked to my car. Nobody was in the hallway, so nobody saw me. We got to the car, opened it, and I immediately put on my winter coat. I almost never wear it, because it has a somewhat feminine cut and fur collar, but now it served as a savior. Buttoned tightly, it effectively hid my breasts. I again felt comfortable. I didn't even think about the other parts of my transformation. I relaxed. 

However, I could not escape the realization that I was no longer Bobbie. I was back to being Margaret, or perhaps Maggie. 

Experience: At the Mall 

We headed to the mall, and I concentrated on driving, nothing else. I focused my attention on traffic, signals, and other wild and dangerous drivers. She chatted about her cats, the decorations in her apartment, and her enthusiasm for medieval English history. No thoughts of the coming activity complicated our thinking. 

We arrived at the mall, and I parked somewhat near one of the main entrances. Feigning nonchalance, I got out, sure that the coat was completely buttoned. I helped The Trainer out of her side, locked the car, and we proceeded to the mall entrance. 

Somewhere between the car and the entrance, it hit me. I was now a different person. I had long hair. I was wearing makeup. I was wearing earrings. And despite my self-delusion, my breast-mounds clearly filled out my coat in a way I'd not experienced in many, many years. I was Maggie. I was exhibiting femininity, not hiding it. The Trainer was silent at my side, inscrutable, letting me come to grips with the new reality. 

As we approached the door, two or three scruffy men stood outside. They were smoking, and they were gaping. They weren't gaping at The Teacher, since she was dressed very conventionally, and comported herself with a deliberately lackluster demeanor. No, they were gaping at me. To them, I was a well-made-up busty woman, despite the jeans and sneakers, and they barely restrained their leers. Embarrassed though I was, I held their eyes, knowing that this would increase their interest, but refusing to be intimidated by them. 

We got to the door, and went inside. We entered on the second floor. A short way ahead of us was an escalator down to the first floor. We were in a light, airy lobby, and I felt as though I had just stepped on stage. Everyone in the lobby could see Maggie, even though I was not really Maggie. 

At the base of the escalator, two mall handcart vendors accosted us. "Hello, ladies, would you like some mumbledygook?". I didn't even pay attention to what they were selling. I instinctively don't like being called a lady, for I am Bobbie, and I am a male. Except then, I was not Bobbie, I was Maggie, and I was female. I became very confused. 

The Trainer led us into a gem shop. It was very nicely set up, with sales staff that clearly valued customers. One saleswoman came over to me, and asked about what I was interested. At any other time, this would have been a pleasant experience. But now, The Teacher had brought us directly to the 8th step of the 8 step way I had insisted upon, and I became severely disoriented. 

Here I was, big-busted woman with breasts enhanced by an underwire bra, wearing makeup, earrings, and long hair. This image was far from the masculine Bobbie to which I was accustomed. I put my hands deep into my pockets. I hunched over to hide my breasts. I shifted my shoulders up so that my coat collar would cover my neck. I tried to hide. The Trainer ignored me, pleasantly gabbing about this and that. I left the store, found a corner in which to stand, and pretended to be invisible. 

Eventually The Trainer emerged from the shop. She immediately recognized my distress. She led me over to a set of chairs in the lobby through which we had entered, and gestured to me to sit down. "What's wrong?" she asked, kindly. 

"I wanted to ease into this situation. I provided you with a list of incremental steps by which we could do this. You took us right to the end of the list. I am feeling extremely uncomfortable. I simply do not know how to comport myself when I'm in this position." Those were the nice words. The less nice thoughts included no small amount of anger, for I felt she had violated the implicit compact we had made when she accepted my amendment to her plan. 

"You are absolutely right. I got carried away. I am so sorry. Would you like to go home now, or figure out a way to proceed?" Such compassion and humility surprised me. Anger fled. Now that I was in her scene, I did want to go forward. But I wanted to slow down. 

"There's a food court in front of us. Can we find someplace to sit, as far out of sight as possible?" I asked. 

"Sure, that's a good idea", she said. "Lead the way." 

I led us to a half-booth near the ground floor entrance. She offered to get us slices of pizza and soft drinks. I acceded, and she went off to do so. Left alone, I thought about my situation. The good news was that I was in a position where I really could try on a new personality. The bad news was that it was one with which I was completely unfamiliar, and therefore completely lacking in self-confidence. An interesting element of fun remained, however. I was a new person, Maggie. I could project a distinctly feminine image. And with The Trainer's support, I could readily avoid normal irritations. I resolved to try, but at my own pace. 




A Day at the Mall



I took off my coat. I arched my back. I pushed out my breasts. 

I looked around to see if anybody noticed. They did not. 

I started to feel safe. 

The Trainer returned with our food and drink. I thanked her. I told her how I felt, especially after I removed my coat. She complimented me for my willingness to try something new. Arousal returned. 

Assertiveness returned, too. Unburdened by my coat, breasts prominent, I walked over to the pizza stand, and slathered my slice with oregano and peppers and grated Parmesan cheese. Arching my back, pulling my shoulders back, pushing out my chest, pushing back my butt, I sauntered back to our table. The ceiling did not fall. Crowds did not form. In fact, nobody noticed, not even The Trainer. 

I gained great confidence from this little act. I realized that I am, in fact, a woman. I do, in fact, have abundant breasts. I can, in fact, comport myself in a feminine manner, and not be unpleasantly accosted. I do not have to hide behind a masculine exterior. This could be very, very interesting, indeed. 

I suggested that we walk around some more. I put my coat over my arm, and continued to show off my breasts. We walked the circuit of the ground floor. We took the escalator upstairs. We walked around the entire second floor. 

Then The Trainer increased the intensity of the experiment. "Let's go in here", she said, pointing to a popular jewelry store. We went inside, and she started to browse. Feeling more comfortable, I did not try to become invisible. Instead, I pretended to browse, too. "Come over here", she said. I did. She was at the sales counter, talking with a rather attractive clerk. "What do you think of these?" she asked, holding out a pair of iridescent clip earrings. 

I do not like jewelry. Nonetheless, I reluctantly answered, "They're not bad. Would you like me to buy them for you?" 

"No" she said. "I'd like to buy them for you. You can wear them next time we meet." 

I hemmed and hawed. "Alright". I had not conceived of ever seeing The Trainer again. I certainly had not conceived of ever again wearing earrings. I looked at her, and her gentle smile. Yes, I would wear earrings, and maybe other things, in her company. And I think I would enjoy being in her company again. Arousal remained, and even increased. 

We bought the earrings, left the store, and headed to the car. I'd gained three unexpected things: an unforgettable experience, a new friend, and a pair of iridescent earrings. 

Outcome: I am Proud to be Feminine 

I drove back home. On the surface, nothing changed, except that I was not wearing my coat. I focused my attention on traffic, signals, and other wild and dangerous drivers. She chatted about her cats, the decorations in her apartment, and her enthusiasm for medieval English history. Deeper in my mind, I started adjusting to the concept of being a real woman, rather than a tomboy. Sometimes, when I thought The Trainer was not looking, I checked my posture and pushed out my breasts. Most of these times, a gentle smile flickered across her face.