2 comments/ 41601 views/ 21 favorites Flo: Miles Cums to the Mall By: BusterGonad Miles was actually pretty excited. Even though he didn't really want to go shopping, he knew he was going to enjoy himself. His Dad, Terry, was going all out to get him a business suit, and it might be an opportunity to at least get some nice shoes. Even better, though, his Step-Mom, Flo, had promised him a surprise! He had been fucking his gorgeous, petite Step-Mom for some time now, filling and covering her with his virile, young cum at every opportunity. He had a feeling that the surprise would be sexy, at least. The three were driven to the mall in Terry's company limo, and Terry immediately ushered his son into the tailor's shop. The floor was busy with be-suited men and women. Suits, jackets and pants of all styles and colours hung from every inch of wall space. There were even a few that caught Miles' eye. "This is what I brought you here for, Miles. We'll make a man of you yet!" Terry puffed up proudly. "They know me here, so we should be taken good care of." "'Ello there sir, come to 'ave some alterations done, 'ave we?" A brash, high pitched English voice pierced the air, making Terry jump. A small round lady with a measuring tape and some pins in her blouse was stood behind them. She smiled innocently. "How dare you!" Terry bellowed. "Show a little respect." he peered at her badge pinned to her large bosom. "Lindsey, do you know who I am?" Miles winced at his father's abuse of the woman. "'Arry seemed to think you was worthwhile. 'E says there's no slots available with your usual tailor, but I can 'elp you if it suits yer." She smiled pleasantly. She reminded Miles of a warm, round bakers wife, or a plump little mother in a cartoon movie. Nobody could be angry with this woman, not for long anyway. Terry tried his best, though. "Mr. Anthony had better try to free up some time with Antoine, or I shall take my business elsewhere!" The woman, Lindsey, retained the matronly smile, but a challenge shone darkly in her eyes. "'Arry likes you, which is why 'e sent 'is very own wife to look after you, sir." She paused momentarily, watching as a shocked Terry took this in. "If you want to take your business elsewhere, well that's your business, but I can assure you that our work is of the very best quality, and I know that because I check over every single item myself. Toni is on 'oliday right now, which you would 'ave known if you'd phoned ahead, but since you didn't, I'm the one who trained 'im, and if you please, I can show you why 'es as good as 'e is." She didn't look at all flustered, and hadn't raised her voice at all, but Terry looked like a scolded schoolboy. He looked, for a moment, like he had something to say, but then his shoulders sagged, and he realised that he had lost this argument. "My son," he mumbled, before straightening himself. "My son is looking for a business suit," he said more clearly. "One which will get him respect!" "It's the man who earns respect, sir, not the clothes on 'is back," the little round lady replied, "but we'll see what we can do. Do you need anything for yourself, sir? Since you're a valued customer, we'll do your alterations for free." "This suit is a perfect fit, Antoine fitted it only a month ago." "I shall 'ave to speak to 'im about that, so I will. Now come on, we'll get you put right." She ushered him toward the measuring booth, calling back, "you 'ave a look round, son. See if there's any take your fancy." "Thanks," he called back. He couldn't help but laugh at the way his Dad, company CEO, had been chewed out and now manhandled by this matronly figure. Poor Dad, he thought, he's not having any luck today. Suits, suits and more suits. Miles didn't know where to start with suits. He tried to look for the kind of thing his Dad would like him to wear, but the stuffy, grey business suits just didn't excite him. He wanted something with flair! There were a few more stylish ones, narrow collars, silk sown in, red and blue and black. He knew that these were not the ones that his father wanted him to choose, but they were the ones that he liked. He went over to look at a bright red suit with a mandarin collar, the type Bruce Lee wore in Enter the Dragon. "Red suits portray power, and they get attention," said the motherly Lindsey, suddenly right at his back. "This one's a bit loud, but there's one 'ere that's a lovely scarlet. I'll put it aside for you to try, and the black pinstripe, it'll look good on a tall fella like you." "What about this one?" Miles picked up the sleeve of a navy blue suit with a shawl collar. "Blue's not for you, son. You want to take command, don't you?" She smiled. "No, a power suit. You'll make it work." She looked him up and down, and nodded to herself. "I'll be done with your Dad in a few minutes. Fi! Come 'ere, will you?" She called over to a young woman, about 22. She was dressed in a blue pinstriped suit, with a tight pencil skirt and black 4 inch heels. "This is Fi, she'll 'elp you pick out shoes." She turned to the cute, grinning Fi. "You don't mind, do you duck?" Now that she was closer, Miles could get a better look. She wasn't thin, but thinner than Lindsey, maybe a size 16, with big tits and a cheeky grin. "Not at all, aunt Linz. What suit's he picked?" "The scarlet Valentino, and the black pinstriped Dolce," She hollered back. "Nice choices. Black shoes for the back suit, Brown for the red." She smiled, looking him up and down. She was taller than the English lady too, but not close to his size. "What size?" "Fourteen," he laughed, "you probably don't have any." "We should do. But let's just measure to make sure. You'd be surprised how many people are wearing the wrong size shoes." She led him along the length of the store, hips swaying provocatively. Despite her figure, she was a sexy girl, and, as the passed the measuring booths, Miles found himself watching the hypnotic swing of her luscious, round ass. "Here we are," she said, breaking the spell. She turned and sat on a low bench, putting her face at his crotch level. He imagined himself unzipping right there and stuffing his cock into her mouth. She reached under the bench and pulled out a foot measuring guide. "Hmm, this one only goes to twelve. Hang on, I'm sure there's one." With that she climbed off the seat and started to look under it. Her full, round ass, with the blue pencil skirt covering it, was thrust in the air. Miles though about copping a feel, but knew that would only lead to trouble. She sat back on her haunch, hefting a big wooden block with a couple of sliders on it and told him to sit on the bench. The bench was low, like a child's seat. He felt a bit foolish with his knees up so high, but she didn't take any notice. "Take off your, umm," she looked at the shoe size guide, "right shoe, and we'll see what we've got." Now that she was on her knees looking at him, he noticed her ears. The stuck right out through her dark hair. They weren't big, but all the same, he could imagine using them as handles while her fucked her throat. He hoped she was a little slut. She took his foot and placed it on the measure, moving the sliders until they touched his toes and the side of his foot. "See," she beamed, "according to this, you're a 15! You're shoes are too small." "Really? They feel ok to me." "I bet it feels good to het them off, though." "Well, yeah, but-" "There you go, then. I think they're probably too narrow, too. You're an E, which is pretty wide. Wait here, I'll bring you a few pairs." He watched her swaying hips as she walked off. "Lindsey showed me what you picked out." His father's voice startled him. He looked back and saw the red faced man strolling towards him. "I'd have preferred you got something a bit more businesslike, but she assured me that they would look more reserved once you put them on." He didn't look convinced. "Which one did you prefer?" Miles asked, amiably. "Neither." Terry answered, tersely. He sat down next to his son. He sighed heavily. "Have to admit, though, she does good work." It had obviously been hard to say. Not much for praise, eh Dad. "I like the red one." Miles said, still trying to be civil. "You'll look like an overcooked lobster! And pinstripes are for estate agents. But if you'll wear them, it's a start." Miles laughed. His dad looked shocked, angry that he wasn't being taken seriously, but after a few seconds, a smile came to his lips. He grasped his son's shoulder and, for a moment, they felt like family again. "I'm going to find Flo. The suit's are on my account, and they'll take them out to the car. Give me a call when you're done." At that moment, Fi was coming back with a collection of shoes. "Brown!" Terry snapped. "The color of shit! You have no taste!" He stormed off, muttering. "What was that about?" Fi asked. "My Dad. He thinks I should dress like him." "No thanks! Grey suits? You don't want to blend into the background!" "He says its about respect." "Aunt Linz says its a man who earns respect. Not his clothes." "Strange sentiment for a tailor." "She's a down to earth type. Good at her job, strong in her opinions. Here, try these." She handed him a pair of brown winkle pickers, pointed so sharply at the toe that he thought he'd cut himself. He winced. "Don't really like these. My feet look big enough!" She giggled. "Just try them! I like big feet." She smiled and he, spellbound, tried them. "There, not too shabby. Go have a look in the mirror." Flo was on her element. She loved it when Terry let her loose in this mall. There was Prada, Channel, Dolce and Tiffany's, to name but a few. Right now she was looking at lingerie in La Perla, thinking of how Miles would react to the beautiful red French ensemble she was holding at that moment. She was thinking of her plan too. It was kinky and naughty, and if they got caught, they'd be in big trouble, but oooh, it was all she could do to keep her hands away from her hot, wet slot. "You gonna show me how to take those off, honey?" She winced, Terry. "You aren't meant to see this until tonight." She smiled, giving him her bedroom eyes. "Where's Miles?" "Still getting fitted for his suit. My tailor isn't here, but he's in good hands. Shame he's got no taste." "Go easy on him, he's doing this for you." "Yeah, well, if he comes out looking like a lobster who's stepped in dog shit, it's not my fault, OK?" Flo laughed a low, sexy, Lauren Bacall-esqe laugh. "That bad?" "Worse, but if he'll wear it..." "How about I pay for these and you take me for coffee?" "Sure." He smiled and rubbed his crotch. "Right, son, I'm ready for you. Come in 'ere, we'll take your measurements" "Sure, umm, I'm kinda new to this, so..." "You'll be right as rain, son. Just face in 'ere and let me do me thing, I'll 'ave you sorted out in no time." The little woman held the tape in her hands, and she seemed to have even more pins in her blouse. She wore the same pencil skirt as Fi, but it seemed to be much more tapered, showing her round hips, narrow ankles. "Fi treat you right?" She asked, standing on a small ladder as she measured his chest, shoulders and arms. "She was nice enough. Still not sure I like the pointed toes, though." "Winkle pickers, eh? You don't 'ave to take 'em, you know." She measured his waist. "She, uh, convinced me that they'd go best with the red suit." "She's probably right, you know. The colour's about right." Miles jumped as she started to measure his inside leg. "It's ok son, you've got nothing I'm not used to handling." "Umm, do you, umm, do you have to?" He said, standing stiffly. "'Fraid so, son. You want the suit's to fit, yeah? It'll be over in a jiffy." She bright her hand up, rubbing along his cock the whole way. Her hand lifted one of his low hanging nuts for a moment as she proceeded up to the top of his leg. It was over in seconds, but for Miles it felt like an age. "You're a big boy now, 'intchya?" She said, as she rolled away her tape. She continued under her breath, "not like your dad at all!" He laughed, uneasily. "Right, son. You come back in," she checked her watch, "an hour, we'll try them on you and see if you need any fine adjustments. OK?" "Sure, umm, see you then." As he was leaving, Fi was standing outside talking to a guy. Her boyfriend, he guessed. He said a quick thanks to her in passing. "How long you have to wait?" She said, conversationally. "An hour, but my Dad and his wife are around someplace, so I'll go find them." "Sure, no problem. This is Pete, by the way. My boyfriend." "Miles," He said offering him his hand, "your girlfriend was giving me footwear advice." "Yeah, she's good at that." Pete said, shaking Miles' hand. "We were just headed to Abercrombie and Fitch. You going that way?" "Maybe, let me call my Dad." It turned out that the coffee shop was just past Abercrombie and Fitch. Miles was glad of the company, and they seemed to be friendly enough. Pete was a college lecturer, and although Fi helped out at the tailor's shop, it wasn't a full time job. They weren't engaged, but they had been together for 2 years. As they walked past a bathroom, Miles realised that he needed to piss. "Hey guys, I'm just gonna pop in here." He smiled, offering his hand to Pete. "It was good to meet you." "No, don't worry," Pete waved away his hand, "we'll wait. I can't afford much in this mall, anyway." "You don't have to," Miles answered, "but thanks." "You know what," Fi interjected, "I think I need to go too. Do you mind, Pete?" "You don't have to ask my permission!" he laughed. She blushed, smacking him playfully on the arm. "Won't be long," she smiled, walking off to the bathrooms. "Yeah, me neither." Miles boomed, running a little to catch up to Fi's swaying hips. "I saw my aunt Linz measuring you," she said quietly when he'd caught up. "She hardly ever loses her composure, you know." "She seemed pretty composed to me," he answered, as they turned down the corridor. "You couldn't see her face," she said as they walked around the corner, out of Pete's sight, "when she felt this." She pushed him against the wall, unexpectedly strong for her size, and grabbed his cock. She turned, grinning, and pulled him into the men's room. Her eyes glinted as she led him to a urinal, unzipped him and pulled out the huge tool. A man in a suit came out of one of the stalls. Fi glared at him. He backed away, tripping over a waste basket, and fled sheepishly. Her hand grabbed Miles' ass and she pointed his cock at the urinal. "Piss!" She commanded. "Let me feel the power of this hosepipe!" Miles was pretty shocked. This little girl was tough! Her poor boyfriend was waiting for them while she demanded control of this stranger's cock. He was sure he had to piss, bit the shock had left him wondering. "Hey, horse cock" Fi said impatiently, "I said piss!" Miles big pork sausage lurched, and a powerful, yellow stream blasted out into the urinal. "That's it Miles of dick. Piss for little Fiona. We'll see you get a reward for this!" She looked up at him, licking her lips. "Your boyfriend is right outside, you know," Miles said, gathering his wits. "What Pete doesn't know won't hurt him." Miles piss torrent continued, but the impatient Fi decided it was time to move. She pulled him around and into a stall, yellow piss flying everywhere before he could stop it. She pointed his cock into the toilet and closed the stall door. "You just keep pissing, don't you?" "Like a racehorse, eh?" "I hope that's not the only thing that thing produces in torrents!" She said, yanking down his pants with her free hand. "Shit, look at those nuts!" She cradled one in her hand, since she couldn't fit both. Miles was just about done pissing, so he squeezed a last couple of blasts out, making his nut jump from her hand. She cooed, shaking his big cock roughly. She hadn't let go of it since they'd left Pete's sight. She still held it, now moving to the toilet, she sat and took it in both hands. She moved both hands along the shaft, watching a few yellow drops fall from the end as her hands moved from base to tip. She caught some in her hand and used then to lubricate his thick, veiny cock as she slowly worked it to its full size. "It keeps on growing. You're a lucky guy!" "I've heard that." "Time for that reward I promised!" She leaned forward, her hands moving back as she pulled back the foreskin to reveal the purplish glans. It was only exposed to the air for a second, however, before she wrapped her hot lips around it. Miles groaned at the feeling. Miles stood in rapture as the little cheater continued to jerk his pulsing prick, continued to suck his swollen, purple glans. Her tongue started to explore his cock head, at its touch, he gasped. He moaned as it reached every part of his mushroom cap. He shuddered as it began to push its way into the slit his piss had come from moments before. The bathroom door opened. Someone walked in and started pissing in one of the urinals. "Hey, buddy," said Pete's voice, "you in here?" "Yeah, I'm in here," Miles replied. Fi didn't stop for a second. She kept on sucking, licking and jerking that massive meatstick with her boyfriend right outside. "What do you think of her, man?" Pete asked, "I think she's really sexy, and she's not full of herself, you know?" "Yeah man, she's full of something else." Miles said, forgetting himself. Pete finished his piss and came closer to the stall. "What did you say?" "I said I think she's something else. She knows how to take hold of the situation, you know? Why are you guys not engaged?" "I wouldn't know where to start. I'm too nervous she'd say no." "Don't let her. Start with the ring. Have a look in Tiffany's while you're here." At the mention of Tiffany's, Fi pushed her head forward, jamming as much cock down her throat as she could. In her excitement, she gagged and audibly choked. "You all right, man?" "Yeah, fine. Guess I just have too much sausage. Anyway, take her to Tiffany's, you'll see what kind of ring she likes, and if she wants to get married, you'll know by the look on her face." Fi was really going at it now, listening to her boyfriend talk to the guy who's dick she was sucking about expensive jewellery, for her, it must have been a real turn on! Her head was bobbing fast, more than half of his cock was jammed into her mouth. He decided to have some fun with it. "You might have to buy her something, though." She sucked hard, trying to swallow him whole again. Pete sucked his teeth, covering the sound. "I doubt I could afford anything from there." "Sucks, man. Maybe a pair of earrings or a pearl necklace. Nothing too expensive." Again, she jammed as much cock in her mouth as she could, gagging and choking. "Are you laughing in there?" Pete asked, defensively. "No, man," Miles laughed, grabbing the back of Fi's head. "Listen, if you're broke, let me help you out. My Dad's always saying I've got more money than sense." He laughed. "I'll buy her something and leave it there and you can take the credit." Fi started to shudder and shake with orgasm. Miles hadn't even realised that she was fingering herself! "I couldn't take it, Miles. I've only just met you!" Miles thought that she would probably try to deep throat his whole cock again, and he didn't want Pete to hear it. He used her momentary loss of control, and the hand behind her head, to ram her head down the rest of his huge, veiny, tree trunk thick cock. Her eyes bulged and her throat along with them, but she didn't gag. "No way, man! She deserves it!" He let her come up for air, before stuffing his ramrod back down her throat. "She's done me a service. You give her it and she'll be all gooey. I can picture it now, she'll be speechless, have a lump in her throat." Flo: Miles Cums to the Mall He let go of her head and let her take control again. She instantly started bobbing her head up and down the whole length of his foot long sausage. "I really can't. What if she found out?" "Are you gonna tell her? She'll never know!" "She won't believe I can afford it!" "Tell her you've been saving. Look, I can afford it. Besides, it's not often I get to blow my wad on another guy's chick!" "I'm not sure if I like the sound of that." He was washing his hands now. Fi started making slurping sounds as she sucked and licked Miles' cockhead with her oblivious boyfriend right outside. "I'm just messing with you, man. Not about the money, though. I'll be going to college soon. Maybe you can help me out, too!" "I don't know what to say, thanks. Thank you very, very much!" "Don't mention it. Really, don't. She has to think it's from you, man. Make sure you at least get some head tonight, though. My treat." "Maybe," Pete chuckled. The handdryer fired up, blocking out the sound of her choking down Miles' cock, repeatedly now swallowing the whole thing down her throat, fingers massaging his seed filled balls. He could feel the wetness of her fingers, her pussy juices from moments before. "You ready for this load, bitch?" He asked her. She looked up at him and squeezed his nuts in answer. "What?" Pete asked as the handdryer stopped. "I said meet me in Abercrombie and Fitch," he lied, "Fi's about to get a treat she'll never forget." "Ok, Miles. Thanks again," Pete said, leaving the bathroom as his girlfriend in the stall got her head pushed back. Miles balls jumped out of her hands again, this time the liquid that shot from his cock was thick, creamy jism. He fired a volley across her neck, giving her the pearl necklace he'd promised. He fired a second at her face, covering her eyes and nose in white goo. Then he put the tip of his cock into her mouth and filled it until her cheeks puffed out. He knew that there was more to come, so to avoid the mess, he thrust his meat down her throat and pumped the rest of his load directly into her belly. She coughed and spluttered, sending little flecks of white down the front of her suit jacket. She swallowed the majority of what was in her mouth, and licked her lips. "You're one nasty slut," he told her. "Mmmm, and you're one tasty man. I like sapphires, by the way." He smiled back at her and left the bathroom with her still in there, heading for Tiffany's. Miles called his father to tell him that he'd spent too long looking at designer watches, and had to go back to the tailors. Terry went on a rant about keeping appointments and being reliable, but Miles just let it wash over him. He walked back to the tailors, having been to Tiffany's and bought a pair of diamond sapphire earrings. They'd only cost a thousand bucks or so, pocket change, but those guys would really appreciate them. Not how his dad would see it, though. He swung in and tried the suits on, while Lindsey checked the fit. He thought they were perfect. He noticed that they'd been made a little more spacious in the areas his cock reached. To his surprise, the matronly little woman told him that she would make the necessary adjustments and have them sent to the car. He left the shop to find his father's red face waiting for him. Miles couldn't decide if he was angry or out of breath. "Get a move on, young man," Terry snapped, "Flo is waiting for us." Angry, he decided. Should have guessed, really. They started walking. "Where have you been for an hour?" Pacing was more like it. How could the smaller man keep such a pace! "I wanted a new watch to go with my suits." Miles was getting pretty good at covering his tracks. "I saw one in Tiffany's, but I wasn't sure of the price, so I had a look around." "You TOLD us that you were coming to meet us." "Yeah, sorry, I got distracted." "If I can't trust your word with something simple like this, how am I supposed to trust you to run a company?" "About that, do you think I should maybe go to college to learn about business, first?" "College? University, son! Get some ambitions!" "I don't know if I have the grades. Look, it was only an idea." "No, son, no, you're right. You're right, a little education goes a long way. What brought this on?" "I was talking to someone. I guess even if I have money, I need something to do with it." "Not exactly where I'm coming from, but it's a place to start. Good son, good." He appeared to think for a moment, then frowned. "Don't think this means we're done talking about your tardiness, boy," he snarled, and stormed off into Abercrombie and Fitch. Miles sauntered on in, in no particular hurry. He didn't have a chance to look around, however, when he was pounced upon. "Did you do it? Have you been?" It was Pete. "Chill, dude. You're all kinds of suspicious. I would hate to be running a long con with you!" Pete eyed him suspiciously. "Is that what this is? A con?" He accused. "Jeez, man," laughed Miles, "you're paranoid now as well! Tell the little blonde one in Tiffany's that you're there to pick up Miles' earrings. She'll ask your name. Tell her. You remember your name, right?" "Funny, Miles. Real funny." "Relax, man. She's gonna love them." "Hey, sorry. Thanks." He smiled, looking relaxed for maybe a second. Suddenly he stiffened again. "Wait, what, THEM?" He looked pretty pale right then. "Wh-what did you get her?" "Man, relax. I got her a pair of sapphire earrings. If you hide the price, it won't even look like they cost much. I mean they were pretty cheap for Tiffany's, but they look great." "Sapphire, eh?" He visibly relaxed again, shoulders dropping about six inches. "Yeah, good choice. She will love them. Seriously, thanks." "Don't mention it." Miles smiled, disarmingly. "Listen, does your college run any business courses? My Dad wants me to find out about it." "It does. Some of my students are majoring in biz. You got e-mail?" "Sure." "I'll send you details. Better than me trying to tell you what I remember." He laughed. The first time, Miles noted, since the jewellery came up. They exchanged e-mail addresses, and Pete ran off to the jewellers. Miles finally got a chance to look round. He spotted Flo in the menswear section, but he couldn't see Terry. He waltzed over. "Hey, Flo" he greeted her. "Hiya, handsome." She smiled, looking like a glamour model in her blue dress. "Where you been hiding?" "Yeah, sorry." He flashed a smile. "I got distracted." "Man of mystery, huh? What do you think of these jeans, by the way?" "They're a bit big for you," he jibed, "looking to hide your curves?" She hit him, playfully, on the arm. "For you, you big galloot. Go try them on, I think they'll suit you." "Not you, too. My Dad wants to make me a stiff, you want to make me," he looked at the skinny jeans, looking for inspiration, "a beatnik or something, I dunno." "No, you don't, do you," she mocked. She had that glint in her eye, he realized. "Let me see those. Got any with a longer leg?" She handed him another pair and he headed to the fitting rooms. He grabbed a shirt on the way in. There was no attendant, so he walked right in. He didn't get far, though before he was grabbed roughly and pulled into a fitting room. He spun round, ready to defend himself. His fists raised, he looked at his attacker. "Easy, tiger," Fi smiled. "You won't need those in here." "Whoa," Miles gave a sigh of relief and lowered his hands. "You gave me a fright!" "No kidding, Ali." She mocked him, punching at an invisible speed bag. "You ready for round two?" She hiked her skirt, suggestively. He noticed that she was wearing a little black dress, obviously from in store. "You might be punching above your weight." He warned. "I'm shaking in my shoes." She laughed. She unzipped him, rubbing his monster through his pants leg. She could feel it grow at her touch. "You gonna let me try you on, Miles? See if you fit?" She pulled his pants off, rubbing his boxer short covered tool. "Mmm, looks like a tight fit." Miles pulled off his t-shirt and kicked his shoes off. She pulled his boxer shorts down with her hands either side of his ever expanding erection. While she did, she followed with her tongue. "That dress might get dirty," he told her as his boxers cleared the end of his meaty manhood. She sucked the head into her mouth. "Mmm, is that a promise?" She lifted his cock up and started trying to fit his big shaved nuts into her hungry mouth. She soon realized that even one nut was a struggle and set about trying to lick every part of his stretched, low hanging scrotum. "Ooh, yeah," Miles breathed, "yeah, baby, that's good, but you better lube this monster up if you want it in you." "Mmm, yeah, I want it in me. But it's your turn to lube." She smiled and stood up, pushing Miles back. He stumbled over his boxer shorts, still tangled around his ankles, and landed on a bench that he hadn't noticed before. Fi strutted forward and climbed onto the bench, one high heeled shoe either side of his legs. She hiked the dress up to her waist, revealing lacy, black panties that did little to cover her wetness. "Are you gonna take these off, or what?" She was a hot bitch, all right. Her navel was at about eye level, and he could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. Hooking his fingers into the sides of the panties, he pulled them slowly down, revealing first of all a small, carefully trimmed patch of short, dark hair. This led south to her shaved, pink, puffy pussy, already soaked. He breathed her aroma, tugging her panties down to het knees and sliding forward a little. She stepped her right leg out of them and curled it over his muscled shoulder, burying his nose in her mound. She dropped the dress over his head. "Eat me, stud. Taste my cunt before you stuff that horse cock into it." Miles tongue flickered over her outer labia, and he tasted the nectar that was oozing from within. A moan of pleasure greeted his ears. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, the soft caress made her quiver. His tongue began to explore her pussy, and his hand reached up to help part her labia. He delved into her depths, her cooing was music to his ears. His tongue lathered her inner labia with saliva, as he gathered her nectar in his mouth. He teased her with his roaming tongue, never quite reaching her engorged bud, but lingering, always lingering close. Her juices, mingled with his spit, dripped onto his stomach and his lewdly twitching hard on. Dipping his tongue into her canal once more, her leg pulling him closer to her, he slowed his machinations. With a pace bordering on imperceptible, his tongue travelled upwards until it was mind blowingly close to her pink, puffed out pearl. He waited, feeling her tension. He held back some more, while she held her breath. He lingered there until he knew she wanted to cry out in frustration. Then he made his move. His tongue brushed her bud, sending her to the very edge of climax, her body tensed, hands grabbed his hair, the leg pulled him in she ground her count into his face, but he waited just a second longer. He flickered his tongue over her love button once more. She let go with one hand, as it flew to her mouth on time to muffle a scream. He legs began to quiver, and the juices dripped from her hot, pink pussy. It was time. His tongue went wild, flickering like a lizard's, like a rattlesnake's tail, and she came to a shattering climax. She mashed his face into her with her hand and trembling leg, her muffled cries were sure to be heard from the store. He could feel her cunt tensing, trying to milk the cock that it was deprived of. But not for long. She felt his big hands on her hips, hee heightened sensitivity sending shivers through her. He lifted her easily, turning her away from him. She was helpless, carried effortlessly to faced the full length mirror in the fitting room. "Lift the skirt." He whispered in a deep voice. She lifted it high, high enough to see the flawlessly coiffed streak of hair above her sodden, twitching twat. She was still quivering from the orgasm his tongue has brought her, her hand hadn't moved from her mouth in case she screamed again. He began to lower her onto his stiff, glistening tool. "Watch." His deep voice was law to her, she had no choice but to look at the obscene spectacle mirrored before her. Slowly he lowered her body, drips from her waiting cunt landed on his bulbous, throbbing glans. His cock touched her, a heavenly sensation, warm, wet, wanton. Her eyes glued to the oversized mushroom tip, she could feel it begin to stretch her. The feeling was magnified by the vision of it happening in front of her. Her mind was reeling, surely she could never stretch to accommodate the pulsing purple plum penetrating her salivating snatch! She saw herself sink further, the stretching brought an awesome ache, terrible but delightful, accompanied by a feeling of decadence as the spectacle unfolded. Almost all of the apple sized head was inside her now, and her vulva were stretched as wide as they ever would be. The hand on her mouth was the only thing keeping her from crying out. Even so, a muffled moan escaped her lips. All at once, the apple was gone, consumed by her cock craving cunt. She felt her pussy close around it, a sensation that would stay with her for days. He held her there for a moment while her pussy grew accustomed to his girth. Then he began to lower her further. Her juiced, post orgasmic pussy was still super sensitive, and as that pulsing, oversized cock head pushed past the threshold, she was overcome. Her cunt muscles began to twitch, pulsate, and pull the pussy pleasing prick deeper inside. Her back arched and her legs started to quiver with renewed vigour. She bit her hand to stop herself from screaming, and she knew that her juiced were flowing in torrents. Miles just kept feeding more cock into her. "Look," he whispered. She did as instructed, seeing that less than half of this superior phallus was inside her. She already felt filled beyond compare. "Ready?" He asked. She took her hand away from her mouth to answer him, looked up to see the sick grin on his face, and watched him push her body hard down onto his turgid member. A scream caught in her throat, reduced to a squeak, as he forced several thick inches or cock into her. He moved forward, changing his grip on her. One big arm reached around her waist, one shovel sized hand covered her mouth. "Hold on tight." He warned her. She placed both hands on the wall, either side of the mirror, the dress she was trying on fell to cover their coupling. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Take it off." More orders, she do nothing but obey. Pulling it over her head, she bared her body to him. She felt self concious for a moment, her extra few pounds all visible now, but when his free hand unclipped her bra, she unleashed her big natural tits and all those pounds were justified. He took a moment to explore those mighty globes, mashing and squeezing them, orbiting their dark red aureoles tenderly. Then the hand returned to her mouth and he plowed another few inches of cock into her. She felt his bell end reach her farthest places, fuller than most women would ever be. And then, in one fluid motion, he pulled the whole thing out. Her body and mind reeled, she felt deserted, destitute, an unbearable emptiness in place of the fullness she had felt a moment before. She wrapped her legs around him as best she could, trying to pull him back to her. "Say please," he instructed, a wicked grin on his mirrored visage. "Please!" came her muffled response. "Please what?" He uncovered her mouth to let her speak. "Please, Miles, please put it back in. Please fuck me with that massive cock!" "Since you asked nicely." His hand covered her mouth again and he lined his cock up to her dripping pussy. And she was filled again. He didn't start slow and build up, he just started hammering that mighty power tool into her hot, wet snatch. She felt every snaking inch of cock meat inside her, every movement of the apple sized tip, especially every pounding whack it gave her cervix when he bottomed out. His pendulous balls swung up with every stroke, thumping against her exposed and sensitive bud. All this stimulation, and while she watched it happening! A chain reaction began in her, her pussy began to twitch and spasm, her legs started to shake once more, and she screamed into Miles' shovel hand as she orgasmed. But she watched this all unfold, and seeing herself cum, she quickly built up to a second powerful orgasm. A third hit when she felt those big, cum filled balls whack against her clitoris again. She couldn't help herself, she just kept cumming! Flo had a handful of dresses and nightshirts. She wasn't interested in trying them on, but she was heading to the fitting rooms to give Miles his surprise. "You seen Miles?" Terry asked, behind her. "Yeah, he's trying some jeans on. I've got some more here for him, too." "More jeans?" he complained, "that's the last thing he needs, Flo." "He won't always be working, Terry. He should have some clothes to relax in." She held up a sexy night shirt that came down just past her ass, to illustrate the point. Terry flushed a little, images of her wearing it in his mind. "Maybe." It sounded forced, but she left it. She'd won the argument, anyway. "Won't be too long." She smiled at him and sashayed off into the fitting rooms. She looked at the eight black curtains, trying to guess which one her step son was behind. "Miles," she whispered, sharply. No response. She began to wonder if this would work at all. It was then that she heard it. Muffled sounds coming from one of the fitting rooms. They were faint, and they were stifled, but they were unmistakable. Someone was cumming, and cumming hard! As she moved closed to the sound, she realised that she could hear the squelching and slapping of their sex as well. She smiled. That would be him! Sneaking through the curtain, she was greeted by a salacious sight. Miles fucking some dumpy chick from behind, while she watched herself cumming in the mirror. The only reason the whole shop wasn't aware of it was that Miles' hand was covering her mouth. "I see you started without me," she reprimanded, watching the bitch he was using as a fuck toy's eyes bulge. He didn't break his rhythm. "Hi Flo, this is Fi. She picked out my new shoes." He was so nonchalant. She wanted to throw this slut to the wolves! The fat cunt had stolen her man! Miles just kept driving his dick deep into her. She wouldn't stop Cumming! Her constant moans and quivering body, the sight of that powerful tool pounding, pulverizing the poor girl, Flo soon found her anger surpassed by her complete, wanton lust. She realised that she was fondling and squeezing her tits, and she felt a trickle as her pussy juices ran down her leg. She couldn't stop herself. She was in his power. The elegant blue dress was quickly discarded, and she slid two dainty fingers into her hot slot. Miles knew that Flo was mad, but this hot bitch's cunt just kept milking his cock. Almost every time he fucked hid big dick into her, she would cream and scream and shiver and shake. It felt great! Miles was a superstud, and his super schlong just loved the feeling of this warm, wet, writhing womanhood trying to wring the fertile cream from it. Slap, slap, slap. His balls swung up and slapped at her puss. She moaned and mewled, muffled sounds from behind his hand. But there was another sound, a clearer but softer moaning. He looked to see Flo sitting on the bench, naked, hand between her legs. He smiled. Let's get the party started! Flo: Miles Cums to the Mall "You like that?" he asked. Two sets of moans greeted him. "Why don't we change it up a little, then?" He lifted Fi away from the wall and swung her around, never missing a stroke. "Spread your legs, Flo, and let Fi taste that delicious pussy." He lowered Fi into position and watched as his step mom's eyes rolled back in her head. He was gonna have fun! "Waiting for your lady?" Pete asked the man in the suit. Terry looked him up and down. "Mmm," he grunted affirmatively. Fraternising with the poor, he thought. This trip just gets better. "Me too. They do take their time." "Yes," Terry was being deliberately curt, but not wanting to cause a scene by telling this fellow to simply fuck off. "I saw her drooling over something earlier. I hope she found one that fit!" "I need a drink!" sighed Terry. Fi was lapping at the juices dripping from Flo's pussy, while Miles forced his huge appendage to fit into her creaming cunt. Flo was now thrashing her head back, one hand mashing and mauling her own big, round tits, and the other one wrapped in Fi's hair, pushing her hungry mouth into her soggy, pink cunt. She watched as Miles pulled his swollen cock from Fi's well fucked pussy. It was pink and throbbing from the tightness of Fi's fuck hole, and from the punishing pace he had kept while he screwed her with it. He lowered her to the ground and stepped over her, grabbing his step mom's hair in the same grip she held Fi's with. He pulled her head to his hanging nuts. "Share and share alike," he chuckled, "it's only fair that you taste her cunt while she eats yours." Flo descended on Miles like a mad woman. She slithered her tongue all around his hairless nutsack, tasting the other girl's pussy juices. She made it her mission to clean every drop from him, from his seed bearing fruits to his washboard abs. She took her hand from the strange girl's hair and guided Miles' glistening cock into her hungry mouth. As the shining purple head touched her lips, the stranger sucked her nub into her hot little mouth and got her reward. Flo's horny pussy began to gush, shiver and shake as her climax came out of the blue. Fi kept sucking and slithering her tongue over the pink, excited little bud, drinking the unknown woman's cream. Her orgasm subsided and she heard Miles say, "You better go see your boyfriend. But come back, we're not done yet." Fi got to her feet, dazed. She'd never cum so hard, or so much! She picked up a dress from the floor, but found that it was drenched in her cum. Not much choice, though, she threw it over her head and brushed it down, taking care to wipe off the worst marks. As she left the fitting room, she heard a voice say, "This was meant to be a quick fitting room blowjob, not a three way with a shoe saleswoman!" To which Miles replied, "This is better. It'll be your turn to go out and check on Dad, next. Now wrap you lips around my cock, those jeans you picked out won't hide this!" She stepped out of the fitting rooms and saw Pete idly chatting with a man in a suit. The man didn't look amused. "Pete," she called, "what do you think?" "Umm, looks good, babe, but it's a bit stained, isn't it?" "Is it? I didn't notice. Well, grab me another one from the rack, willya?" "Sure, honey." "Can you grab me one of those ra ra skirts in pink, too? Thanks babe. Bring it in, I'm gonna try on the other ones." She turned around, eager to get back to Miles and his powerful pussy pleaser. Miles' balls dripped with pussy juice and saliva as he forced his throbbing tool down his stepmother's willing throat. She bobbed her head back and forth along its incredible length, trying with all of her might to lose the man milk from his churning balls. Miles was aching for his blissful release, but he wanted to make the most of this situation. He held back, an effort of will that Ghandi would be proud of. Fi flowed back into the room, throwing the cum covered dress onto the floor and kissed Miles deeply. She guided his hand to her soaking wet cunt, where his merest touch sent shivers through her core. She moved his hand for long enough to turn, facing the heavy curtain, before thrusting it back through her legs to the wet warmth within. She placed one foot on the bench beside Flo, giving him better access, which he used readily, pushing two thick fingers into her stretched pussy. She cooed. Miles didn't know what to do next! He had his beautiful step-mom's lips wrapped around his root, ready to release rope after thick rope of cum into her. But he also had this sexy slut, hungry for his cock, pounding her pussy into his hand! Pete walked into the dark little corridor, arms full of clothes for his girl. He wondered breifly how he'd find her. His minds eye wandered over her naked body, wondering if this would be one of her wicked sex games. He would never have been in half of the crazy situations he'd been in without her. Was she at it again? He felt a stirring in his pants. "Fi!" He whispered her name urgently. "Fi!" He repeated, slightly louder. "Where are you?" "Here," her head popped through a gap in one of the heavy curtains. "I'm here Pete. Oooh, Pete, you did good! Come here and I'll give you a kiss!" Pete's hopes jumped another rung on the ladder. He leaned in close, feeling her curvaceous body through the fitting room curtain. Electricity passed between them as their lips touched. She kissed him with a passion that stirred his blood and steeled his loins. He began to push her into the fitting room. "Oooh, honey," she moaned, breaking off their kiss. "Feeling frisky are we?" He didn't know that he had pushed her onto Miles' thick, probing fingers. He thought her moans were for him, but Miles' had found her g-spot, and he was teasing it right then. Pete pushed again, but she stood her ground. "Ooh, you're soo hot!" She ground her hips. "We can't do anything here, Pete. Aunt Linz would kill me if she found out!" Pete was crestfallen. He tried not to show it, but he had never been good at hiding his feelings. "Poor Petey," Fi pouted, her lips curling downward, "aww, let me make it up to you." Her hand moved down the curtain and she leaned back.the v shaped opening in the curtain where her head had been was now lower, and as her head reappeared, this time it was accompanied by both of her big, beautiful breasts. Both nipples pointed like fingers at him, and he bent over and sucked one into his mouth. "Hey, stop. You'll get us caught!" She grinned. He stood up and offered her the clothes. "Hah! You don't think I'm falling for that! I take my hands off of this curtain and you get to see the lot! Put them down, I'll get them in a sec." "Damn, foiled again," he laughed. She watched until he was gone. He had been so close while another man had his fingers buried deep in her cootchie! It was such a sexy thought. He sucked her titties, for fucks sake! She bent over, her ample ass pointed at Miles, her sopping snatch grinding on his shovel hands. She took her time in retrieving the pile of clothes that her boyfriend had left. Miles digits delved deep into her, still teasing her g-spot. His thumb stretched out, touching her anus, sending out a shockwave of lust. She growled, straightening her body. The growl soon grew to a breathless moan as the roving thumb began to penetrate. His teasing fingers suddenly began to stimulate her g-spot, and the moan expanded into a flourishing, heartfelt wail of immeasurable pleasure as she was sent over the edge into a sudden, unexpected climax. She didn't have time to compose herself before he pulled her around and began to tongue her super-sensitive bud. She threw her head back, emitting a carnal, guttural growl, as a second powerful orgasm racked her body. The forgotten pile of clothes scattered as she grasped Miles' head. Her body was not her own. A will all of its own, it rutted against the stranger's face, pushing his tongue hard against her quivering cunt. Flo was entranced by the lust filled spectacle. She had stopped sucking her step-son's slab of solid cock meat to admire his handiwork in getting this fat bitch off. Her hand continued to slide up and down the giant phallus, even although she wasn't aware of it. She wasn't aware either that she was imitating the movements of her step-son's skillful tongue, flickering it over his exposed, purple glans. Pre cum streamed from the tip, generously coating her lips and tongue. All of this was happening while she gaped in jealous awe at the expert way Miles brought this slut off. She was so wet, watching this scene was lurid, disgusting, but it was so hot! She was so horny that her pussy ached! She barely noticed her phone ringing in the pile of clothes strewn across the floor. When she did, it was Miles who handed it to her. She'd been lost in a daydream, and hadn't noticed that Fi, the tubby tart, was now picking up some of the clothes her boyfriend had brought. "Hello?" She said as she answered the phone. She continued to lick the giant popsicle before her. "Terry?" She smiled her wicked smile at Miles. "No, not much longer now." She sucked the big throbbing tip into her mouth. "Most of it fits, I had to suck in once or twice." She bobbed her head up and down Miles' red hot fuckstick while she listened to her husband on the phone. "Miles? He's struggled to fit into everything." She licked a drop of pre cum from the shiny tip. It quickly reformed. "Mostly it just looks stretched. He has to ram himself in pretty hard." She looked up and winked at him. He knew the signal, and did just that. He rammed his mammoth manhood down his step-mom's throat in one stroke. He kept it buried there until he could hear the voice on the line stop, then pulled it out. "Sure, I could eat a horse! Just let me cram in another one or two things." She weighed Miles' low hanging balls as she said this. "I don't I've found the cream of the crop just yet." She sucked Miles' cock into her mouth briefly. "Send him out? Ok, let me put something on and I'll get him to show you those jeans. Ok, bye, lover." She dropped the phone to the floor and slurped the drop of pre cum from the tip of his tool. "Your Dad wants to see you. Try to put these on." They didn't fit. Miles ended up standing outside the fitting room area with the pants at his thighs. "How did it take you this long to find out that they don't fit, Miles?" "I've tried a lot of stuff on, Dad. Flo's kept coming with more and more stuff. I feel like I've been squeezed into tight stuff since I got here!" "Well, hurry up," Terry snapped "I want to take Flo to dinner, but it's getting late." "Ok, I'll be quick then. Could you get me these in a bigger size, please." "Are your legs broken?" Terry asked, his face a mask of contempt. "It's not my fucking job, son," he snarled. He looked around till he found a member of staff. "You! Yes, you. Come here. Help my son." And with that, Terry stormed off. "Umm," Miles stared incredulously after his father, "uh, look, umm, I'm really sorry about that. My Dad can be a real dick." "S'alright," a petite young woman answered, twirling her finger in her dark curly hair. "No worse than most of the customers in here. Do you need anything?" "I'm a bit embarrassed to ask now, but do you have these in a bigger size?" Miles turned around to show the label to the store assistant. "Cute ass. Try these." She handed him a different pair, smiled and walked off. When Miles got back to the fitting room, he was amazed to find his step-mom and the girl from the tailors locked in a passionate kiss. They both wore nothing except the frilly pink rara skirts which covered very little, and their bodies were pressed together lewdly. Miles' cock sprang back to life as he watched the show. In unison, both ladies moved a hand to their partner's love tunnel and they began rubbing and fingering each other. They looked over to him, smoking hot, tied together, eyes filled with carnal lust. Their tongues must have been welded together, they never parted. Without word or motion, they drew him closer, and slowly they lowered themselves to the floor. Miles came closer to them, but in a cleverly orchestrated move, Flo put out a leg and Fi pushed him over it. He fell to the floor and the two women were on him. Firstly, their seemingly everlasting erotic kiss reached up to his face, and he joined it as best he could. Three tongues, six lips, a strange but sexually charged coupling. Meanwhile the women tugged at his shirt, and finally succeeded in opening it. The feeling of their warm, round breasts on his bared chest was heavenly. Fi and Flo had carefully placed themselves on his arms so that he'd have less chance to take control, so when the finally broke the kiss and began to move south, his fingers found their ways toward the familiar wet warmth of two squirming pussies. As he began to tease their hot slots, their tongues reached his nipples. Having both nipples stimulated simultaneously sent shivers down his spine. His fingers pushed into the two ladies love tunnels, raising instant reactions from both of them. His nipples stopped being licked, and were sucked hard, and a little painfully, into the ladies mouths. Flo looked over to Fi, and something passed between them. The started to move south once again, laying little kisses, little love bite every few inches of the way. They pulled the ill fitting jeans down, laying more kisses and love bites on his legs, where the shock travelled straight to his crotch, making his balls jump and his cock twitch. Both Fi and Flo were still carefully sitting on Miles' hands, and although he was teasing both of their clits, they were not about to lose control. They continued to suck, kiss, bite and lick at his muscled thighs, moving closer and closer to his gigantic genitals. They were so close, but they were in no rush. The looked up at each other, and shared a sensuous, lingering kiss, their tongues intertwined for Miles to see. The kiss ended, and both the sexy shoe saleswoman and Miles' step mom went back to their teasing. The licked along the inside of his legs, up, up, ever closer to his crotch. Closer, their tongues flickering, sending spasms and shocks into his cock. Pre cum leaked from the tip, rivulets running down to his full nut sack. Closer, breath warm on his balls. Then nothing. Fi and Flo were looking at each other, grinning evily. In sync, the both took one hand and raked the skin on his inner thighs from where their tongues had just been, down to the knee. Miles grimaced, moving his legs apart, but although it was painful, it was fucking hot! These two cheating sluts were double teaming him, and he loved every second. Especially... The sluts followed that moment of pain with a moment of excruciating extacy, as the took a big ball each and started to suck, kiss and slobber over them. Miles doubled his efforts to get these two women off, his fingers probed their depths, while his thumbs manipulated their swollen pink buds. His pre cum continued to run down his shaft, the occasional spurt would shoot a little higher, and both women had some in their hair. Another unspoken communication passed between the two beauties, and they began to shuffle in closer. They were panting, now. Miles' hands were soaked in their juices, and he knew that he could bring the to orgasm in seconds, but he teased them on the edge, as they did him. They were less careful about restraining him, more careful not to obstruct his skilful manipulations. He touched their g-spots, allowing himself a satisfied smirk when, both together, they made a high pitched squeak. Events were still in the hands of Fi and Flo, however. They started to kiss the base of his shaft, tongues meeting at either side of the thick, veiny pillar of meat. Their mouths sucked and their tongues licked, they would stop and kiss for a few moments, before getting back to their worship of this spire of solid granite cock flesh. Pre cum flowed from the tip, more than most men would ever cum, splashing out and running down onto their hungry tongues. Their mouths moved upwards, coating this mammoths risk in saliva.Miles almost lost his load when they reached his hyper-sensitive glans and began to kiss passionately once more, with his cock head at the center of their coupling. This was the moment that the chose to bring their full, round jugs to bear, lifting them onto his thighs and encompassing his meaty pillar in a fleshy embrace. Tongues entwined, they kept on kissing and sucking at his cock head and started wanking his giant staff between their awesome tits. Miles knew now that he couldn't hold back for long. He started to rub both Flo's and Fi's with fervour, and pressed on their g-spots. The stimulation of so many sweets spots at once must have had some effect on the girls, as they both started to quiver. Miles balls began to bubble, and he knew that there was no way back now. His sack tightened, and the globes within began to pump their nutritious baby batter up that mighty shaft. Fi was the first to go, she felt the pumping power of Miles bouncing balls against her tit. That, the fingers in her cunt, the clitoral stimulation, the whole situation was too much, she started to climax. Her sucks became erratic and he pussy tightened around Miles fingers. Flo saw way was going on, and the mere thought of her tag partner cumming sent her over the edge too. Instinctively, she tried to suck the big dick into her mouth, but Fi wasn't going to lose it. She ground into Miles' hand and grabbed Fi's head, pulling her into an impassioned kiss. But Miles' nuts were already pumping and his cock began to let loose rope after sticky rope of thick, creamy cum. Before either of the girls could react, there was cum in their hair, on their faces, tits, backs. As the cum geysered from Miles' turgid tool, they started their cock head kissing once more, swallowing the rest of his load between them. Then began the clean up. The girls first licked every inch of Miles clean, mighty balls, softening, but still huge cock, toned stomach, thighs and even nipples. Then they moved on to each other. The faces were first, the necks, backs and shoulders followed. Then the tits. They spent forever licking and sucking each other's big round tits, spending extra time at the nipples. Finally they could take it no more, and they 69ed each other to another mighty orgasm. Miles didn't seem to remember what they actually bought in the end, but he's seen that rara skirt again.