2 comments/ 184530 views/ 40 favorites Perks of Working at the Mall By: stickyfate It was a new day and Claire was determined to not let her boss get to her. The sexy blonde walked by the owner of the small women's clothing shop in the mall. She could feel his eyes on her as she passed the checkout counter. "You're late." he said irritated. Claire ignored him and went to the back room and put her purse in the old filing cabinet that the employees used as lockers for their stuff. Claire walked back out towards the counter. As she approached Harold, he had his grumpy face on. "How many times do I have to tell you? I need you here by two on Tuesdays. The next time you're late, I'm going to have to fire you." He said not even looking at her. "Here we go again", Claire thought to herself. He said the same thing every week and then Claire had the same response every week. She put on her best puppy dog sad face and said, "I'm so sorry Mr. Burns. Class ran over again, but I got here as soon as I could." Harold turned around from picking his stuff up and stopped in his tracks. At 45, Harold had thinning hair that was mixed with brown and grey. Despite owning a clothing store, he seemed to have no sense of style either. Always mixing the wrong colors and designs or the fit on his awkward body. He wasn't obese, but he wasn't exactly fit despite going to the gym several days a week. Claire imagined him as one of those guys that spent more time staring at the younger girls than working out. Harold was more the classic nerd. The kind that wasn't popular and for him, it still doesn't work. She watched his frown crack and he caved as usual. "I know it must be tough going to school and working at the same time." He said as his eyes slowly lowered to Claire's cleavage. Her shirt had a V neck that didn't allow much need for imagination. Harold sat there lost in the creamy skin of the top of her breasts that were showing proudly until Claire couldn't take it any longer and broke the silence. "Thank you SO much for understanding!" And moved to go start straightening the clothes. Harold woke from his daydream gathering up some papers he spread out. "I'll be in the office if you need me." Claire was used to being gawked at. She really didn't mind either. At 24 she was going to the local community college majoring in Business Management. When her breasts filled out in high school she had realized that she could use her body to manipulate men quite easily. At only 5'3" and an athletic 105lbs, her bra size was a 34C. This helped her accentuate her cleavage and she had no shame in using it to her advantage. She was known around her friends as a tease, because despite her flirting she was not easy. Claire liked to flirt to get what she wants then leave quickly. She was proud of the fact she has only had sex with four guys. She was used to guys like Harold: Harmless pushovers. Harold's heavyset wife would come by the store once in a while and talk to him like a child. As always, he would just do as he was told. It made life easy for Claire and she liked it that way. ************************************** Harold made his way to his small office in the back that doubled as the break room. He sorted all of his papers out to get ready to fill out the deposit when he noticed movement in the security camera. Claire was moving around to each table straightening the clothes out. Even from the grainy camera's he could make out her ample cleavage. He watched her lean over one of the tables as her breasts pushed against the shirts she was leaning over. Harold felt his hard on growing in his pants. He pulled his dick out and started stroking it as his eyes watched Claire intently through the video feed. It only took a few minutes before he erupted under the desk and onto his pants. He cursed and wiped himself up with extra napkins lying around. There were other girls that worked for Harold, but Claire was his favorite. She was by far the hottest and she flirted with him. He was just happy to have her around. ******************************************* A week later, Claire was working alone in the store behind the counter. She was on her cell phone bored out of her mind. She was messaging with one of her friends talking about going out of town for the weekend. "I'm scheduled to work this weekend, but let me see if I can get off." She messaged right when Harold walked in. Harold didn't even say hello as he went straight back to his office. Claire decided she better look busy so she walked around the store straightening things that had already been straightened. After about 30 minutes, Harold still hadn't come out of his office. "What is he doing?" She asked herself. She walked back to the office to talk to him, but the door was locked. "It's never locked", she thought. "Hang on a minute!" Harold mumbled and she could hear him jump up and move things around. It was an unusually long time for him to open the door and Claire was just about to walk away when the door opened hurriedly. Harold looked flustered to Claire. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, but something was off. "Yes?" Harold asked. "Oh, hey." Claire said thrown off. "How's it going?" She said forgetting to ask about the time off. "What is it Claire? I'm busy." Harold said flatly. "Well, I know I am scheduled to work this weekend, but I was hoping I might be able to work some extra during the week and get the weekend off." "Come on Claire, you know I have trouble filling the weekend." Harold said. Just then Claire noticed the bulge in his pants. Herald moved to close the door when Claire begged again, "please!" "Let me think about it." Harold said closing the door. Claire walked back to the counter thinking about what had just happened. Harold appeared a few minutes later, but left quickly without saying a word. "Well I guess that means I'm not getting the weekend off." She said out loud to herself. After about an hour, Claire decided to do some snooping. She went back to the office and started looking around. She got on the computer and was looking through the browsing history to see if he was looking at porn, but didn't see anything unusual. Claire glanced up at the security feed to see if any customers were in the store. No one was there so she opened Facebook to check what was going on with her friends when she paused. "I wonder..." she said out loud and started opening the saved files from the security feed. Claire had known where the security files were saved from when she had to give the mall security some footage of a shoplifter. As she opened various files, nothing stood out to her. The files auto deleted after a week and they were broken down by hour. She randomly opened various files when she got to the last file, it opened to a shot of her bent over one of the tables, The angle of the Camera was perfect to see down her shirt. Claire's mouth dropped open. Her first emotion was anger. "I should tell his wife" she thought with a loud huff. She suddenly noticed a shopper and went out to the floor. Business picked up and Claire forgot about the footage until Harold came back later in the day. Claire went over in her head how she would approach him. The only problem was that she had not actually caught him doing anything. And as the night wore on, she actually started to feel sorry for him. He probably wasn't getting any at home. As they were closing up, Harold was back in the office. This time the door was open. "I'm all done!" Claire announced as she approached the office. "Goodnight." Harold said not looking up. "Um, did you have a chance to think about this weekend?" Claire asked shyly. Harold took a deep sigh, "Look, I don't have anyone else to call in. The other three girls are already working and I'm not going to pay them overtime so you can go off and party." Claire approached Harold. He was still facing away from Claire and looking down at some papers on his desk. She put her hands on his shoulders and began to massage his neck. Harold froze in place and Claire realized this was the first time she had touched him other than a handshake. They sat in an awkward silence for a minute and Claire took her hands away not believing she stooped to that level. "That's it?'' Harold said suddenly. "You want the whole weekend off and all I get is a two second massage?" "Well" Claire's mind was racing, "What do you want?" "If you want me to work, it had better be more than that." Harold said turning around in his chair. Claire's mind immediately thought he wanted sex, but he could forget it. "I guess you don't want off that bad." he said turning back around. Claire was afraid to ask, but wondered what he would actually ask for. She could always say "No". The curiosity got to her. "What would be worth it?" she heard herself say nervously. Harold knew he couldn't push it too far, but also wanted to know how far he could push it. "How about modeling some of our clothing for me?" "You want me to try on some clothes for you?" Claire asked "Yup" he replied. ''And that's all?" Claire asked suspiciously. "Yes, you try on a few outfits to help me make some buying decisions. Did you have something else in mind?" Harold said with a glimmer in his eye, secretly hoping for something that might happen in a porno. Claire thought about the situation. The store carried pretty mainstream clothes so she didn't have to worry about him picking lingerie. All things considered, it wasn't nearly as bad as what she thought he was going to suggest. "When?" She asked. "How about now?" He said flatly. Claire searched her mind for an excuse, but found none. "Okay" she spat out not feeling confident. "I actually just got some new samples today." Harold moved over to a box on the floor and opened it up. Claire's stomach was in knots worried about what might come out. "Here's one." He pulled out a cream colored sweater and skirt. He handed it to Claire who was immediately relieved. She took the clothes back to the changing room. She pulled her shirt off and kicked off her jeans leaving her in her bra and bikini style panties. It was cool in there and she shivered. Claire pulled the long sleeve sweater over her head. It was tighter than she expected. It fit snugly over her body accentuating her breasts as they stretched the fabric across her big tits. She stepped into the skirt which was shorter than she expected, but thought it looked really cute. It was black down the middle with a matching cream color on the sides and a flowery print that complemented the colors they separated. The skirt fit nicely around her firm butt. Claire started to think this wasn't such a bad deal as she walked back to the office. Harold was waiting in his office for her and a big smile crossed his face when she walked in the room. She looked stunning as her heavy breasts swayed slightly as she walked closer to him. He noticed just a hint of nipple poking through. "That looks great! What do you think?" He asked Claire. "I love it!" Claire said excitedly. "Ready for your next one?" "Sure" Claire said. He had another outfit on his desk ready and handed it to Claire. She walked to the dressing room and got a look at the new outfit. It had a pink trapeze style camisole with spaghetti straps and jean shorts. Claire pulled off the sweater and realized she would have to take her bra off to wear the camisole. She unsnapped the bra and let it fall to the floor releasing her beautiful breasts. White creamy skin with perky pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air. She slipped on the camisole. Her firm breasts kept the material of the shirt a few inches away from her stomach and a little higher on her stomach than she first expected. She slipped on the shorts and checked herself out in the mirror. The small shorts didn't quite cover the bottom of her firm butt cheeks and the shirt displayed her tight stomach. It wasn't something she would wear to work, but she thought it looked hot. Feeling a little more exposed, but still feeling good Claire went back to model the new outfit. When she came out of the dressing room, Harold was waiting for her and whistled when he saw her. Claire jumped not expecting him to be right outside the dressing room. "Looking good." He said almost leering. "Let me adjust that strap for you." Harold said approaching her. He lifted the left strap over her shoulder and began to adjust length. As he pulled on it, he kept his eyes focused on looking down the top of her shirt. He moved the the other strap and pulled it out slightly in front of her giving him a clear view down her shirt. He just noticed her pointy nipples when Claire interrupted him not fully aware of his full view, but was getting uneasy just the same. "How does the fabric feel to you?" Harold asked as he moved in front of Claire. She watched him as he examined the shirt. She had no idea this much thought went into buying clothes for the store. She had assumed he just ordered stuff from a catalog. "It feels soft" Claire said feeling stupid that she didn't sound more professional. Harold reached out towards her stomach and touched the bottom of the camisole that hung in front of her stomach. Claire watched his hands as she became uneasy again. His rubbed the material in his fingertips. "Yeah. It feels nice, but some of the stuff they have tried to get me to buy before was really cheap. You could tell it wouldn't hold up well." Harold said as he let go. He motioned his arms out and said, "Try moving around some." Claire stood awkwardly not sure what to do. "Okay, tell you what. Lets change out the the display window." Harold said reading her discomfort. Claire's face brightened. "I know what outfit's we should use!" She said cheerfully and ran over to one of the other tables. Harold watched closely as her breasts bounced freely under the loose top. He felt almost giddy. As Claire leaned over the table the top of her shirt hung low thanks to Harold loosening the straps up. He followed her around pretending to be paying attention to what she was picking out, but was really more focused on her. Claire had what she wanted and moved to the display window. With a view into the Mall you could see the main lights were off so it was darker than normal and the other stores were all gated up. Their store had large glass doors that they had locked earlier to prevent customers from walking in. They worked together to clear out the current display and undress the mannequins. Harold was on his hands and knees taking the shoes off of one and Claire was pulling the shirt off the one next to him. As her arms lifted up to pull the shirt off Claire's own shirt also lifted. The bottom hem lifted away from her body and Harold had an exquisite view looking up to see the bottom of her tits. They looked so smooth and soft that Harold wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze them. Not wanting to linger, Harold moved on as they wrapped up with the display. "Everything still good?" He asked as they made their way to the back. "Um, yeah. It's actually really comfortable. I wouldn't wear it when it's cold outside, but yeah. I like it." Harold examined the seams as Claire continued to talk. He was serious about his products, but he was even more excited about being this close to Claire. He traced his finger along one seam down the side of the shirt. "Hmm" He said looking serious and bent down to look closer. He put his fingers on both sides of the seam and pressed gently but firmly in opposite directions. Claire watched intently to see what he was doing and when he pressed at the seam his left hand was pushing into the side of her boob. Claire thought that he didn't seem to notice he was touching part of her boob. He appeared to be in full work mode instead of the creeper who she noticed would steal glances down her shirt. He stood up and said, "I think it looks okay. You can go ahead and change and head out if you want." Claire didn't have to be told twice and went to the dressing room to put her normal clothes on. "You know, this actually helps me out quite a bit. Thank you." Harold said heading back to his office. Harold could see Claire's nipples in his mind and felt like he won the lottery. He couldn't wait to go back to the office and rub one out. Claire left feeling good. She knew the old guy stole some peaks, but told herself so would most guys. And better yet, she was getting the weekend off! **************************** This arrangement worked well for both Claire and Harold. They did this several times over the next few months. When Harold had new security cameras installed with better resolution, Claire knew it wasn't for shoplifting. She would even play it up a little when she was in a good mood. Leaning over for just a little longer than necessary. In return, she pretty much chose her own schedule. So when Claire wanted a raise, she felt confident she would get it. She waited until closing and approached the office. "I'm finished up front." Claire said. "Okay thanks." Harold said looking up from the desk to appreciate the view. "I was thinking...I have been working here for over two years now and I do a lot of extras...and I was hoping, well I thought that I have earned a raise." Claire asked trying to sound confident, but clearly wasn't. "You do, do you?" Harold said amused. "I do." Claire said. "Well how much did you have in mind?" Harold asked becoming more interested. "I was thinking an extra $5 and hour." "And what would you be doing for this extra pay?" "Assistant Manager" Claire said. "I don't need an Assistant Manager. I only have four employees." Claire felt deflated. She thought the conversation would have been much different. "I'll tell you what." Harold said interrupting Claire's thought. "I got in some new clothes I was considering putting on the floor. If you're willing to try them on for me tonight, I'll give you an extra $100." It wasn't what Claire had in mind, but modeling the clothes didn't bother her any more. "Okay, what do we have today?" Harold passed her a small box. Claire reached in and pulled out a bra and panty set. "Where's the rest?" Claire said confused. "That is it." Harold said plainly. "I was thinking of expanding our merchandise." Claire thought about it for a moment, "It's not that different than wearing a bikini." convincing herself it was okay. She turned to go to the dressing room when Harold spoke up. "You have to change here though." He said. Claire hadn't been expecting that and froze. "Excuse me?" She said surprised. "You heard me. For a hundred dollars, you have to change here." Harold said boldly. Claire thought about it for a moment. She didn't mind a little teasing, but taking off her clothes in front of this old guy was on a different level. "I'm not a stripper" she blurted. "I never said you were." "They take their clothes off for money." Claire countered. "I'm paying you to put clothes on, not take them off." Harold said. He had a point. But was it worth $100? She started thinking about what she could do with an extra hundred. It would be nice to have. She was living paycheck to paycheck as it was. She could do it quick and would be done before she knew it. Harold watched Claire contemplate the offer. His heart pounded with excitement. He pulled out a hundred dollars in cash and reached it out to Claire. Claire looked at the money. Tentatively, she reached her hand out and took the money. She closed her eyes and imagined she was at home. Shoving the money in her pocket, she reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. It was a simple cream colored long sleeve blouse that buttoned up the front. The top four buttons were already undone so when she finished the first button, Harold could already see some of her white bra. Perks of Working at the Mall Ch. 02 This story picks up right where the first part left off: Claire could not believe she had just watched her boss shoot his load right in front of her. She was on her way home and was just now pulling into her apartment complex. Her nerves had settled, but her mind was still racing trying to process what happened. She parked her car and walked quickly up one flight of stairs to her door still feeling like someone was watching her. The door opened to a dark apartment. Her roommate clearly wasn't home. Claire was thankful for the privacy though as she went straight to her room. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell anyone what happened. Her room was cluttered with piles of clothes on the floor. It wasn't very big with just an unmade full size bed, dresser with a small TV on it and a little nightstand. The closet doors were mirrors that slid back and forth and she had a window on the opposite wall that looked out over the pool. Claire couldn't shake the feeling that she felt dirty so she decided to take a shower. She went straight to the bathroom where makeup and other accessories cluttered the bathroom counter. She began to unbutton her blouse when she noticed her shirt was wet. She touched in with her finger and smelled it. More concerned about a possible stain, she removed the blouse and took a better look at it. It suddenly hit Claire like a ton of bricks. It was Harold's cum! She stared at it for several minutes while emotions flooded her then an image of Harold's dick popped into her mind. She relived those few moments of seeing him stroke himself over and over. "Eww!" She said out loud trying to convince herself. She dropped the shirt on the floor and started the shower. Then she started to undress by peeling her tight pants off. Claire noticed herself in the mirror and stopped. She was still wearing the bra and panties that Harold had her try on. The bra was digging into her from being too small around and the small cups had her breasts spilling out the top. Uncomfortable as it was she admitted to herself that it did look kind of sexy. Claire unsnapped the bra and breathed a sigh of relief as her breasts fell free. When she pulled the panties off she noticed they were wet in the crotch. She moved her hand to her pussy and felt how wet she was. Claire stepped into the shower confused by her body's reaction. "Harold is not attractive." She told herself as she rinsed her body in the hot shower. Claire used a bar of soap and lathered up. As she rubbed the soap all over her body, she started to think about that large cock again. Her hand moved to her clit and she rubbed herself without even realizing it. Claire started massaging her large tits with her other hand. Her nipples were stiff and felt more sensitive than usual. Her hands roamed her smooth skin in the steamy shower and a tension started to grow from within. Like coming out of a dream, Claire woke up. Frustrated and confused about why she was so turned on, Claire stopped and turned the shower off. "I can't masterbate thinking about Harold!" She told herself as she got out of the shower. She dried herself off with a towel and wrapped it tightly around her body. She picked up the pile of clothes on the floor and went to her room. "Maybe tomorrow will be a better day." she told herself deciding to go to bed and start fresh. ***************** Claire had classes that morning, but had trouble focusing. She found herself wondering how big guys dicks were. Thinking that maybe she just needed to let off some sexual tension, Claire called the guy she was dating. Derek was about six feet tall with a thin build. He was always active so he stayed pretty fit. He had light brown hair and eyes with a light complexion. He wasn't officially her boyfriend, but he was always around whenever she needed anything. Typically she used him to run chores or get things for her. He was a nice guy and always treated her well. Her friends would yell at her for using him, but he never complained so she just kept on. Today was his lucky day though. Claire sent him a text and asked him to meet her at her apartment in thirty minutes. He replied almost immediately, "Can't, in class right now" "Please! I really need your help!" She sent back in a text. "I haven't heard from you in 3 weeks!" He replied. "I promise it will be worth it!" She responded. Five minutes went by and she was about to text again when he replied with, "Okay. b there in 30" Claire picked up her stuff and left class to head home. They had made out a few times, but had not had sex yet. She needed to get laid, so he would have to do. After all, she wasn't going to fuck Harold. Claire had just gotten home and put her stuff down when she heard a knock at the door. "Hey, what's up?" He said smiling with his geeky but cute grin when she opened the door. Claire grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside without saying anything. She slammed the door behind him and kissed him hard. Derek was thrown off by this unusual behavior, but rebounded quickly going with the flow and kissed her back. Still kissing, Claire started pulling his clothes off while leading him back to her room. Derek returned the favor and started pulling Claire's clothes off leaving a trail that led to her room. By the time they got to her room they were both stark naked. Derek mauled her large breasts like most guys that are over eager when they see big boobs. Claire didn't want foreplay though, she just wanted to get fucked. Claire pushed Derek backward onto her bed. Claire climbed on the bed on the bed and grabbed his hard dick. She noticed it wasn't as big as Harold's, but told herself it didn't matter. She had orgasimed before with smaller. She stroked his dick paying more attention to the size than she ever had before. He seemed to be in line with her past boyfriends. Maybe a tad shorter at just longer than her hand and it didn't seem quite as thick. She could easily wrap her fingers around it. Just when Derek started to wonder what Claire was doing, she pulled a condom out of her nightstand and put it on him. She climbed up over him with his dick in her hand and she lowered herself onto his cock. She put her hands on his chest as she started to ride him. Claire tried to focused on the feeling of the dick sliding in and out. The friction was okay, but she couldn't really "feel" him. She wondered if it was the condom. Even though she was on birth control, she had always used a condom. For the first time, she was wondering if it would feel better without one. She realized her eyes were closed and opened them. Derek had his eyes mesmerized on her massive tits. She looked down at them and watched as they bounced in rhythm as she moved up and down. Her boobs had a slight ripple effect as she would come all the way down on him. Claire found her eyes closing again and she started riding him harder trying to get him as deep as possible. Suddenly, she felt Derek grabbing her boobs roughly and opened her eyes again. He started thrusting his hips to meet hers and he moaned out then collapsed on the bed. "No!" Claire heard herself say out loud as she tried to keep riding, but she could feel his penis shrink away. "Wow Claire! What got into you?" Derek said relaxing and not sensing her lack of satisfaction. Claire pulled herself off of Derek without answering. She looked at the clock and saw that everything that just happened only took five minutes. "Lay down with me." Derek said patting the bed next to him. "Uh, I would love to but I have to start getting for work." Thankful she had an excuse. "Oh, okay. Wanna call me when you get off and I can come over again?" "Yeah, that would be great." She replied and was considering giving him a second shot. Claire gave him a quick kiss and said, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready. If you would lock the door behind you when you leave I would appreciate it." Derek was starting to feel used. He sat up and watched Claire's naked body leave him there and thought, "Damn she's hot. I hope she uses me again." He smiled and got up. When Claire came back to her room after taking a shower, Derek was gone. Thankful to not have to face him again, Claire started trying to figure out what to wear. Despite still having a closet packed full of clothes and even with piles of dirty clothes on the floor, she felt like she had nothing to wear. After settling for a simple V neck style shirt and a tight pair of blue jeans Claire got dressed. She started to wonder if Harold would be around much today. Would he say anything to her about last night? She started to get nervous. The closer she got to work, the more nervous Claire became. She knew she was overthinking it, but couldn't shake the image of Harold's dick out of her head. By the time Claire walked into the store, she felt almost dizzy from her anxiety. She immediately saw Harold ringing up a customer at the counter. She went to the back and put her purse in her cabinet drawer. When she turned around, she saw the chair Harold was sitting in last night and could still picture him there. Then she remembered her underwear that she left and started looking around for them. After a few minutes of opening boxes and looking in drawers, she didn't see them. Harold opened the door startling Claire. "Can you come out here and help? We're busy." He said talking to her like any other day. Claire went out into the shop and did as she was told. They stayed busy for several hours which helped distract Claire from her anxiety. Business was slowing down and Claire started to notice Harold more, but surprisingly he wasn't staring at her. Normal she caught him gawking at her several times throughout the day, but not today. It started going to her head. Now that her saw her naked, did he not think she was that hot after all? Claire watched him talking to a customer who looked to be in her earlier 30's. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were laughing frequently. The woman touched his arm at one point and Claire felt herself get mad. "Wait, I can't be jealous...Can I? I mean, it's Harold. Who would want Harold?" Claire argued with herself. This went on for almost an hour before the woman finally bought a whole stack of clothes. When the woman left, Harold finally looked at Claire. "Now that's how you make a sale!" He said excited. "What, by flirting?" Claire said a little snippy, but Harold only gave her a half look before heading back to his office. Claire was feeling agitated and went to start fixing all the clothes people had left out of place. It wasn't too much longer after that when Harold came out of his office. "I bet that was the best sales day we've had this year!" Harold said with a smile. "You ready to head out?" Claire looked at the clock and just now realized the mall had been closed for 30 minutes already. "Shit, I haven't closed my drawer yet." Claire said moving quickly to the cash register. Harold waited on the other side of the counter facing Claire while she counted the money. She wrote the amount down for how much extra they had in cash and put the money in an envelope. Claire handed the money to Harold and they walked back to the office. "Can you go ahead and enter the numbers while I open the safe?" Harold asked. It was fairly normal for him to have Claire enter the numbers into an accounting program he had on the computer. Just as she was finishing entering the numbers, Harold walked over and stood next to her while she finished. He was standing just inches away from her. With her sitting in the chair and him standing, his crotch was level with her face. Claire felt herself wanting to look at his pants wondering if she could see the outline of his penis. Was it really as big as it looked yesterday? "Are you done?" Harold asked bringing Claire back from her daydream. "Oh...yeah. Sorry." She realized he was waiting for her to get up so he could finish. She stood up from the chair and Harold sat down. "Can I watch? I would like to learn in case you ever need me to help." Harold looked at her confused. "In case you ever want to go on a vacation or something." "Sure, why not." He said not knowing her to show a whole lot of initiative. Claire stood beside him as he started to explain what he was doing. She leaned over for a closer look at the monitor to watch him. Harold was slightly surprised Claire was interested in learning something new, but he appreciated the effort so he started to explain the nightly accounting process. He liked everything to be entered in a certain way. He saw Claire lean in out of the corner of his eye and looked at her briefly. He had a beautiful view down the V neck of her shirt. Sure, he enjoyed seeing all of her last night, but she was so close to him now. He could smell her light scent and Harold was getting distracted. Claire had no idea what Harold was talking about and the more he talked the more confused she was getting. She could see him trying to steal looks down her shirt out of the corner of his eye. She tried to act like she didn't notice him looking and then saw a twitch in his pants. Now she was trying to act like she wasn't looking. Claire could just make out the twitching movement in his pants. It was like a snake was starting to climb down his leg. She just wanted to know just how big it actually was. "You see something you like?" Harold asked catching her looking. "What? Eww. Your gross." Claire said standing up trying to look shocked. "It's only fair since you showed me your's that I show you mine." Harold said opening his pants. Claire stood frozen unable to move watching him reach his hand in his pants and pull out his semi hard cock. It was already twice the size of Derek in length and thickness. He started to gently stroke it and it was growing even more. "You want to touch it?" Harold asked. "What?...No...Of course not." She continued to stare and then said, "How big is it?" "I haven't measured it since I was a teenager. It was 9 inches back then." It looked like a foot to Claire, but she was horrible at guessing things like that. "I just haven't seen anything like that. I mean I've heard stories, but I figured most of them were exaggerated." Clare said still staring. When Harold was younger, he had plenty of girls that would become obsessed with checking out his dick. The girls in school would hear a rumor and then want to see it, then they would want to try it. Some would try to suck on it. Others wanted to have sex. Some of them would complain it hurt too much and he would have to stop and others would love it. It's been over 15 years since anything like that has happened and he never would have imagined this young goddess would be so into it, figuring she would think he's too old. "You're so old though!" Claire said when Harold was thinking just that. "How do you even still get it up?" Claire asked in amazement. "I'm 45, not dead." Harold said feeling older now. "It's just that. Well, can you even have sex?" Harold laughed. "Yes, not all girls can handle it though. I suppose it would be like me asking how your boobs don't knock out when you're having sex." Claire smiled, "They're not that big!" "Well, they look amazing to me." Feeling a little wild and with a surge of adrenaline, Claire pulled her shirt off over her head. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. "I guess it's only fair that you should get to look if I can." Harold's smile grew along with his cock at the sight of those awesome breasts. The other chair in the office had boxes stacked on it so she kneeled down. Harold turned his chair toward Claire and continued to slowly stroke his cock. He hoped this old trick still worked. Claire watched him closely. Trying to think how big it is. "It's okay. Go ahead." Harold said gently seeing her mind working. "I uh...I just want to measure it." Claire said to reassure herself that she was in control. She reached her soft hand out and and tried to put her hand around it. Her fingers couldn't fit all the way around. She put her other hand around it. It was definitely longer than two hands. She moved the lower hand and put it on top of the second. It was just longer than three fist lengths! Claire suddenly realized she was stroking his cock with both hands. She thought about how good it felt in her hands, but it was so dry. The sweat from her palms made her hands more sticky than smooth. Claire leaned forward and her large breasts rubbed against Harold's legs. Her head was just over the top of his cock. She let saliva build up in her mouth and spit it out on the head of his cock. It was just wet enough for the tip. There was no way she had enough spit for the whole thing. Claire's blonde hair hung down into Harold's lap and he couldn't see when she began licking up the length of his cock. She used her hands to keep stroking while licking it. Claire just decided to go for it and took him in her mouth. It was rare for Claire to give head. She prefered to receive more than to give, but for some reason she couldn't help herself. She couldn't take very much of him into her mouth, but she worked her hands up and down while she tried as hard as she could even trying to work through some gagging. Still not satisfied, Claire wanted more. No, she needed more. Claire stood up quickly with a sexy giggle from her breasts and pulled her pants off. Harold sat in the small office chair with no arms as Claire moved towards him. He lowered the chair as far as it would go and Claire straddled his lap putting her perfects large tits in Harolds face. He rubbed them with appreciation as Claire positioned herself over his big cock. She used one hand to direct his cock and rubbed the tip along her slit. Despite being more wet than she could remember she could only just get the tip in. She pulled the tip out and used her juices on the head of his dick to spread the lubrication. When she rubbed it against her clit she felt an orgasim building. She moved the tip back to her pussy and pushed a little deeper. Claire pulled it back out and rubbed her clit some more. She kept rubbing the head against her clit, because it felt so good. Her legs began to quiver and she felt the an orgasim overcome her while she continued to rub his dick against herself. Recovering from her orgasim, Claire moved the tip back to her hole and rubbed it around. She was able to lower herself a little more with the extra juices from her orgasim. She could feel with her hand that it was just barely more than the tip of his penis, but it already filled her in ways that were more than she even expected. Claire lifted herself slightly, keeping one hand on the cock to ensure it didn't go anywhere. She lowered herself even more this time. Enough to remove her hand. Claire put both of her hands on Harold's shoulders and her feet were planted firmly on the floor in a stance similar to how she would look if riding on a horse. Feeling like she couldn't go any deeper, she slid herself up again. She had enough in to begin riding him now. Claire lifted and lowered herself smoothly. Claire's pussy was being massaged in ways she never thought possible. With each thrust she went deeper than the last. Her breasts were bouncing in Harold's face as he enjoyed his own ride. Claire felt her body slapping down on Harold's lap. Realizing she had been able to take in his entire cock, she bounced up and down wildly. New sensations overcame her with each stroke. She wasn't sure if it was her or Harold screaming in pleasure. It felt like an out of body experience. Claire put her hands on her head and let out another moan of pleasure as Harold's large dick began to pulse inside of her. She had never had a man cum inside her without a condom, but she didn't care right now. The feeling of this giant cock that already filled her was pulsating and that in itself made her own orgasim start to build. She screamed out as she felt herself being filled up by Harold sending her over the edge too. Their fluids were starting to drip down into their lap where his dick remained in her pussy. She used her pussy and gripped the cock as she finished milking him. Perks of Working at the Mall Ch. 02 Claire collapsed in Harold's lap and fell forward in relief and exhaustion. The smell of sex and sweat was potent in the small office. Harold and Claire got dressed with a new sense of satisfaction. Working at the mall would never be the same. ***** Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this story. I appreciate hearing from readers and am always trying to improve my stories through feedback. Perks of Working at the Mall The next button exposed the middle of her chest down to where the bra connected in the front. The next button showed her perfect belly button on that sexy flat stomach. Claire had to pull the blouse out from being tucked into her jeans to release the final button. While Claire was focused on her task at hand, Harold watched intently. As more skin was revealed, the bulge in his pants grew. Claire finished pulling the blouse off and set it on an extra chair in the office. She kept her eyes on her hands, doing her best to pretend she was alone. She moved her hands to her tight blue jeans and opened the top up and leaned over to pull her pants down. They were so tight, they didn't come off easy. She had to pull them down inch by inch. Harold had his eyes glued to the beauty. The way she had bent over, her tits hung perfectly. He thought about how so many adult actresses need makeup or surgery to look so good, but Claire didn't need anything. He realized he was rubbing his hard on through his pants and stopped out of fear of being noticed. It only took a moment for him to decide he didn't care. This was too good to pass up. Claire was now in her bra and panties and looked at the new set she had to try on. "Just change your clothes like normal" she thought to herself. She faced the wall to the left of Harold so she wouldn't accidently look up and have to look at him. She wanted to do everything she could to block him out of her mind. She took a deep breath, reached behind her and unsnapped the plain white bra. The straps fell over her shoulders and she moved her arm quickly so the bra wouldn't fall away from her chest. With one hand holding the bra on, she used the other to pick up the new one. It was a pink low cut bra made in a soft stretchy knit with some subtle lace. Doing her best to block Harold out of her mind, Claire let her bra drop from her chest to the floor. The cool air in the room gave her light goosebumps over her body and she could feel her pink nipples stiffen. Her breasts stayed in nearly the same position as they had been in her bra with a perfect tear drop shape. The nipples showed no signs of drooping on this goddess. Harold's world went into slow motion as Claire's bra fell to the floor. The goosebumps that showed on Claire sent a shiver down his spine as he continued to rub his cock through his pants. Claire slipped her arms into the straps of the new bra partially covering the view of Claire. Every movement that Claire made lightly shook her breasts creating some jiggle. She reached behind her back and fastened the clasps. The bra was clearly too small, pushing her ample chest up uncomfortably. The only thing that had Harold uncomfortable was the bulge straining in his pants. Claire hooked her thumbs in the sides of the panties and slid them her silky legs. As she bent over, her breasts looked like they were going to burst out of the bra. Feeling the tension of the bra, Claire grabbed the matching panties and stepped into them quickly. She pulled them up and breathed a sigh of relief it was over. "Okay, now what?" Claire said acknowledging Harold for the first time. She turned to look at him and froze. Still in his chair, Harold had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it while staring at Claire. Claire was in a state of shock still unable to move. Her eyes were drawn to the movement of his hand. A voice in her said to "look away", but all she could do was stare. It wasn't that she had never seen a dick before, she had just never seen one so big. She watched his hand slide up and down. The thick head looked like it was pulsating and Claire was hypnotized. Harold's legs stiffened and suddenly cum squirted out of his giant cock across the room causing Claire to jump. Harold's body relaxed and his dick started shrink. He started to put his dick back in his pants and turned away from Claire. This woke Claire up and she scrambled to put her clothes on quickly. She noticed her underwear on the floor, but she wasn't about to get undressed again. Her heart was pounding and her head was spinning. She wasn't sure what to think about what had just happened. Harold started to turn back towards Claire. She scrambled quickly to get out as quickly as possible leaving her underwear on the floor of the office. Claire left the Mall out the back entrance. Most everyone had long since left. She moved quickly to her car with her heart still pounding. She pulled out her keys and noticed her hands were shaking. She clicked the button to unlock her Honda Civic and got in the car. She started the engine and looked around the mostly empty parking lot. Her mind was working quickly to process what had happened. The adrenaline rush started to subside and she realized that she wasn't shaking because she was scared. She felt like she had just been on an intense roller coaster ride. She just wasn't sure if she liked this ride. As Claire pulled out of the parking lot to head home. She still had not noticed the glob of cum on the front of her shirt.