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My colleague, Gus, and I used to joke that Bruce was a werewolf who had forgotten how to change back into a man between full moons.
There was full moon due and Bruce was getting antsy again. One minute he'd be lying on the floor with his three inch long pink cock, as thick as my thumb, out of its furry sheath, and lapping at it avidly with his tongue. The next minute he'd be loping round the CCTV room, whimpering and whining and rubbing up against my leg.
I reached down and stroked his head, looking into his big brown trusting eyes.
"I know what you want, Bruce. I'm working on it."
Gus was supposed to be on duty with me that day so that one of us could constantly monitor the CCTV screens while the other did the rounds with Bruce or took breaks, but we had a long-standing arrangement that we'd cover for each other. Nobody ever checked.
I resumed watching the bank of video screens monitoring the mall. There didn't seem to be many candidates, everyone seemed to be with someone, friends or family. Finally I spotted a possible. The CCTV cameras are so poor it's difficult to tell exactly how old someone might be, but this little girl looked to be preteen, unaccompanied, and wearing a pink t-shirt and blue denim skirt. She was carrying quite a large open-topped bag.
I watched the girl go into a teen clothes store. I switched between cameras as she went round the store looking at the clothes, occasionally taking things off the rack and feeling them or holding them up against her. Each time she religiously placed the garment back where she had taken it from. Good, she was a well brought-up good girl and would most likely follow orders.
The girl left the shop and went into the next one, yet another teen clothes shop. There was an abundance of them in the mall.
I took off my security guard jacket and replaced it with my civvy jacket. They only gave us security guard jackets so I was already wearing normal civvy pants
"Good boy, Bruce. Wait here. I won't be long."
Shutting Bruce in the CCTV room, I slipped out of the security office and made my way to the clothes shop where I had last seen the little girl. She was still there, browsing a rack of skirts. She looked about ten, the perfect age. Surreptitiously I took a black lacy pre-teen padded bra and thong set from a nearby counter and at a moment when the girl was particularly absorbed in perusing a skirt, I slipped it into her bag, making sure none of the sales assistants had seen me. I knew there was only one store detective on duty that day and he was by the entrance, ogling the nubile teens as they came and went. Dressed in my civvy jacket he didn't notice me coming and going.
Quickly I made my way back to the security office where Bruce greeted my return with whines and copious hand licking. I changed back into my security guard jacket while checking on the CCTV monitors whether the girl was still in the clothes shop. I soon spotted the distinctive pink t-shirt; she was browsing the accessories, belts, and bangles etc.
The girl stayed in the shop for nearly another twenty minutes before making her way towards the entrance. I contacted the store detective by walkie-talkie.
"Young girl, pink t-shirt, heading your way now. I think she slipped something into her bag."
"Okay, I see her. Thanks for the heads-up."
The girl walked out of the shop into the mall, closely followed by the store detective. I watched as he stopped her and asked to search her bag. She didn't object, confident that she'd only been browsing. The security guard quickly found the bra and thong set. There was no sound so I couldn't hear what was being said, but I saw the shock on the girl's face, then the denial, then the tears.
"Good spot," said the store detective over the walkie-talkie. "Bang to rights. Come and pick her up for processing."
Each store in the mall could and did employ security guards, but processing shoplifters was a job for mall security.
Shutting Bruce in the CCTV room again, I made my way back down to the mall. The girl was sobbing profusely while being watched over by the store detective. Passers-by were taking long looks at the scene, tut-tutting as they walked past.
I thanked the store detective for his exemplary work, took the bra and thong set as evidence and told him that I would take it from there. I bent down until my head was at the same height as the sobbing young girl.
"There, there, I'm sure it's all been a big mistake. Come with me to the office and we'll sort it out."
The girl sniffed as a look of relief came over her face.
I escorted her back to the security office, staying in readiness the whole time in case she should try to run for it. A few of the older ones did, but this one was a good girl. When we entered the reception area, Bruce started whimpering.
"Do you like dogs?" I asked the girl.
"Yes. I think so," she replied a little uncertainly.
I opened the CCTV room door and Bruce loped into the reception area. The girl shrank back a little because Bruce must have weighed more than she did.
"This big old softy is Bruce, my German Shepherd. He doesn't bite."
The girl tentatively lowered a hand towards Bruce. He sniffed the hand, then stuck his nose up the girl's skirt, aiming for her crotch. She giggled, and tried to push Bruce away.
"Down boy," I ordered him.
Bruce withdrew from the girl's crotch and took another sniff at her hand. He stuck out his long sloppy tongue and licked it. The girl looked slightly disconcerted at being covered in dog slobber and giggled nervously.
"Nice doggy," she said in a tiny voice, stroking his head.
"Let's get everything sorted out. In here please," I indicated the security office's soundproofed interview room.
I took the executive-style seat behind the desk, and pointed to a plain wooden cushioned chair for the girl. Bruce followed us in and flopped on the floor, panting occasionally.
I took a good look at the girl. Shiny, straight chestnut hair tied back in a short ponytail. Pretty, round face with hazel eyes, a smattering of freckles, and a cute little snub nose. Slim, flat-chested, slender limbs, hips not yet starting to flare, coltish buttocks.
"I need to complete some paperwork," I informed her, taking a form from one of the desk drawers. "First, what's your name?"
"Rebecca Lowenstein."
I made her spell the surname and put on a big show of writing it on the form.
"How old are you?"
"Ten."
"Where do you live?"
I wasn't surprised to find that she lived in a nice area, not millionaires' row, but a crime-free middle-class district.
"Can you show me proof of identity?"
The girl showed me her school photo-keycard. It confirmed her name, and the year she was in corresponded to her claimed age.
After writing the details on the form, I went over to the bank of filing cabinets. I unlocked the one covering surnames starting with 'L' and made a show of leafing through the files. I was not surprised to find no previous transgressors with the surname 'Lowenstein'.
"No previous record," I announced. "So there's no need to involve the police. I'll just give your parents a ring so they can come and collect you and pay for what you took, then it will all be over."
"Noooooooo," the Rebecca howled, bursting into tears again. "You agreed it was all a mistake."
"It's okay sweetie, it happens all the time. You see something you like but can't make your mind up, you put it in your bag so no-one else can take it, then you get distracted and you forget to pay."
"Nooooooooooo, it wasn't like that," Rebecca howled again, tears streaming down her pretty face.
I temporarily left the interview room for the security office's small kitchenette. I poured a glass of water and grabbed a wodge of tissues. Back in the interview room I handed them to Rebecca.
"Here sweetie, dry your eyes and have a drink then tell me all about it."
Rebecca dried her eyes, blew her nose loudly into a tissue, then took a sip of water.
"I went to visit my friend Chrissy but she was out, so I came here instead. My parents won't let me visit the mall on my own. If they knew I was here they'd kill me."
"And what about this?" I asked, holding up the bra and thong set.
"I've no idea how that came to be in my bag. Honestly. If my parents saw me with something like that they'd kill me."
That I could understand; she'd look like trailer trash if she wore them. I idly wondered whether I could persuade her to model them for me, perhaps take a few photographs. There would be plenty of perverts out there who would pay good money to see them. I decided it probably wasn't worth the risk, but I'd bear it in mind in case the opportunity arose.
"You can see my dilemma," I said after the long pause. "The store guard will make a report and the store is missing some underwear. What do you expect me to do about it?"
"Please sir, is there anything I could do to make it up? I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
Rebecca considered for a few moments.
"I'll even do sex stuff with you, provided you don't put your dick in my pussy," she conceded in a tiny voice, barely above a whisper.
She turned lobster pink, her gaze fixed on an invisible spot on the interview room carpet.
I liked the way this was going, especially that she had volunteered to do 'sex stuff' unprompted. Still, I was curious to probe deeper.
"You're just a little girl. What do you know about sex stuff?"
"What I learned in Human Relations classes. A man puts his dick in a woman's pussy and they both feel good and the man squirts his sperm and if it meets an egg they make a baby. But they can also make each other feel good without the man putting his dick in her pussy."
The girl's stare was so intense I was surprised the spot on the carpet didn't burst into flames. She started swinging her little legs backwards and forwards, I guessed as an unconscious form of self-comfort.
"So you'd give me a blowjob?"
Even though she was looking at the carpet, I could see her forehead crinkle as she frowned.
"What's one of those?"
"I put my dick in your mouth and you suck and play with it until I feel good and squirt my sperm and you swallow it."
Since she didn't know what a blowjob was, I didn't want Rebecca to be aware that not swallowing, or even not cumming in her mouth, was an option.
"But that's where you pee from. Isn't it dirty? Doesn't it taste nasty?"
At least she was considering the possibility.
"It can be, but I'd let you wash my dick thoroughly first so all it will taste of is skin. That's not so nasty, is it?"
"I guess not. So if I give you a blowjob, you won't ring my parents?"
"Well now, that would make me feel good, and the store detective does owe me a favor. But that's not going to punish you for coming to the mall on your own and taking the underwear."
"But," the girl jerked her head up to look at me, then stifled the intended protest.
"How about if I spank you to teach you a lesson?"
Rebecca was swinging her legs wildly now, her gaze returning to the spot on the carpet. She stayed mute, not uttering a word.
"So you'd prefer me to call your parents?" I pressed.
"Nooo! Okay, I'll give you a blowjob and you can spank me."
"Are you sure? I would make you cry, so I don't want you changing your mind halfway through."
"Just do it," she gritted.
I led the girl into the security office restroom which contained a toilet and a washbasin. I took off my pants and boxers so I was naked from the waist down. My cock was already semi-erect. I stood up against the wash basin, with my cock dangling inside.
"Wash my dick carefully now, and don't use much soap otherwise you'll taste it."
Rebecca poured some water into the basin, making sure the temperature wasn't too hot or cold, then squirted some liquid soap into her tiny palms. The moment she touched my cock for the first time, it sprang to full erection, pointing up from the washbasin rather than drooping towards it.
Rebecca's eyes grew like saucers and she gasped.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, for want of anything better.
She gently rubbed the liquid soap into my cock.
"It's hard and yet it's soft, and it's so hot!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"Pull the foreskin back so you can wash it thoroughly."
Rebecca's forehead crinkled as she frowned. She obviously didn't know her way around a cock. I gently peeled back my foreskin, exposing the dark red head of my cock. Rebecca quickly got the idea and pulled my foreskin the rest of the way back, then gave me a through soaping. I was as hard as a baseball bat with the gentle ministrations of her tiny hands.
"What are these?" she asked, noticing my balls for the first time.
"Those are my testicles. They manufacture the sperm which goes to make babies. You can wash them too but be gentle because they're very sensitive."
Rebecca cupped my balls in her hand, feeling them gently and covering them with soap.
"They're all crinkly and hairy and quite heavy," she observed, with a giggle.
When she was satisfied that I was clean Rebecca tried to rinse me off, but she quickly found that my rock-hard cock wasn't going to play dead and conveniently dangle in the water for her. She resorted to scooping water up in her palms to rinse the soap off, and managed to give my belly and pubes a drenching at the same time.
Finally Rebecca was satisfied with my hygiene, and I instructed her to gently pat me dry using paper towels.
When I was clean and dry, I led Rebecca back to the interview room. Bruce was still lying there with his tongue hanging out and the doggy equivalent of a shit-eating grin on his face. This time I sat on the cushioned wooden chair, right on the edge, with my legs wide apart.
"Kneel between my legs, sweetie."
Rebecca kneeled between my knees and reached for my still-hard cock with one of her tiny hands. My cock jerked as she grasped it in a hot palm.
"Pop it in your mouth and suck it like a Popsicle."
Rebecca closed her lips round the head of my cock and gave an exploratory suck. Encountering nothing disagreeable, she took more of my length and sucked harder.
"Not too deep, or it will make you choke."
"Use your tongue to lick the underside."
"Now keep your lips sealed round my dick and move them backwards and forwards."
"Use one hand to rub my shaft, and the other to cup my testicles."
Rebecca diligently followed my list of instructions, her technique improving all the time, until she was giving a blowjob a professional would be proud of. Much as I wanted to draw out the experience, the sight of the innocent ten-year-old's head bobbing up and down on my cock and the incredible feelings she was inducing combined to overload my senses. I felt the head of my cock seem to swell to impossible proportions, and my balls pulled up tight to my groin.
"I'm going to cum, sweetie. Get ready to swallow."
The first gigantic spasm took even me by surprise with its force, and I saw the look of shock on Rebecca's face as the jet of sperm hit the back of her throat. She was better prepared for the second spurt and swallowed desperately, but by the fourth and fifth she was really struggling. Fortunately after that my cock was reduced to dry throbs, but by the time I indicated she could release my wilting cock she was coughing and choking. Rebecca grabbed the glass of water from the desk and took a generous swig.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied, although she sounded a bit hoarse. "It was difficult to swallow because your stuff was quite stringy."
I left Rebecca in the interview room while I returned to the toilet and got dressed. I filled a fresh glass of water in the kitchenette and took it back for her. While I was gone she had completely drained the first glass and resumed her place on the cushioned wooden chair.
"Thanks," she said, sounding normal again, as I handed her the fresh glass of water.
"You did really well, sweetie, and made me feel really good. Are you ready for your spanking now?"
The smile that had crossed her pretty face when I praised her blowjob instantly disappeared.
"I guess," she conceded.
"Take off your skirt and panties then."
"But..!"
"It's a punishment so it has to hurt. If I spanked you over your skirt and panties, you'd hardly feel it."
"But you'll see my pussy!"
"You said you'd do anything provided I didn't stick my dick in your pussy. Look, I'm fully dressed again so my dick is covered up. Besides, you've seen my dick so my seeing your pussy is only fair. Now are you going to lose the skirt and panties or should I phone your parents?"
Defeat showing on her pretty face, Rebecca got up from the chair and turned away from me. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. She was wearing high-waisted little-girl panties, cotton, predominantly white with a floral pattern. Taking her time, Rebecca hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly edged the panties down to her knees. She had really cute coltish buttocks, the sort that would appeal to both little boy and little girl fanciers.
"Take them off completely," I pressed her.
"Please," she simpered.
I said nothing, and with the utmost reluctance she decided that obedience was the least, worst option. She pushed her panties down the rest of the way, joining her skirt round her ankles, then stepped out of both. It would have been fun to make her take off the t-shirt too so that she was completely naked, then tried to get her nipples stiff by sucking or pinching them, but she would need the t-shirt on later.
"Turn around so I can get a good look at you."
Very reluctantly Rebecca turned round to face me. She kept her legs firmly together but surprisingly made no attempt to preserve her modesty with her hands. She had a typical little-girl pussy, completely hairless, two puffy outer lips separated by a narrow slit with no evidence of her immature inner lips yet.
"Wow, you have a really beautiful pussy. May I kiss it?"
"But that's where I pee from. Do you want me to wash it first?"
"I'm sure it will taste delicious. Come over here."
I boosted the little girl up until she was sitting on the edge of the desk. I pushed her back until she was lying, then parted her thighs. Kneeling between Rebecca's legs, my head was at just the right height to plant a smacker full on her pussy lips.
Rebecca gave a start when I kissed her pussy but didn't try to pull away, not even when I stuck my tongue out and forced it between her pussy lips. Like all little girls she hadn't yet learned to be fastidious about her personal hygiene so she tasted a bit stale and pissy, but a few strokes of my tongue along the length of her slit soon cleaned her up.
Rebecca was breathing hard so I guessed she was getting something from my ministrations. She must have been a bit uncomfortable keeping her legs apart while they hung over the edge of the desk, so I lifted them up and over her shoulders. I could now feel her soft, warm thighs on either side of my face.
I parted Rebecca's outer pussy lips with my thumbs, getting a good look at her most private parts. The inner lips were short and thin and pink, and her little love tunnel was protected by a thin membrane just inside the entrance. I gently stroked just under her clitoral hood but there was no sign of a clitoris.
I licked the full length of Rebecca's pussy from just above her little brown puckered anus to her clitoral hood and she gave a gentle sigh. In turn I sucked each of her inner lips into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue until they too were clean. Then I thrust out my tongue and forced it into Rebecca's love tunnel until it encountered the barrier of her hymen, which I tested and teased with the tip of my tongue.
Rebecca was breathing heavily again, and I tasted fresh, tart, creamy juices; the little preteen was getting wet with arousal! When I completed another full length of her pussy with my tongue, I felt a hard little bump underneath her clitoral hood which hadn't been there before; Rebecca's clitoris had put in a belated appearance.
Confident I could bring the little girl to orgasm, I resumed attacking her love tunnel with my tongue while tracing little circles round her the base of her clit with my thumb. Rebecca's breathing became faster and shallower, synchronising with my ministrations, and she was mewing like a kitten.
Suddenly Rebecca went completely rigid, crushing my ears with her thighs. Then she bucked her hips as her little body spasmed violently round my invading tongue.
As suddenly as it had come on, Rebecca's orgasm died away. Her clit disappeared back into its hiding place and her thighs released their death-grip on my head as her body went completely limp.
I rose from my knees and looked at the supine girl. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed. I gently manoeuvred her into a sitting position and held the fresh glass of water to her lips. Groggily she took a couple of sips.
"What did you do to me? I've never felt anything like that before."
"You had an orgasm sweetie. It's your body's way of helping a man's sperm towards a waiting egg, only you don't have to have a dick in your pussy to make it happen. You made me feel good and I made you feel good in return."
"Mmmmm, you made me feel very good."
"I'm delighted for you, sweetie. I thought you might be too young. But I still owe you a spanking."
"Do you have to?" Rebecca replied languidly, still coming down from her orgasmic high.
By way of response I helped her off the table and onto her feet, holding her upright because her legs were a little unsteady. I virtually had to frog march the girl over to the cushioned wooden chair. I sat down, then positioned the girl so that her stomach was over my knees, her head, and chest dangling over one leg and her legs dangling over the other.
"Give me your hands, sweetie."
Rebecca held her arms behind her back within my reach. I placed her left hand on her right elbow and her right hand on her left elbow then cinched her forearms together with a couple of cable ties.
"What the…" she exclaimed, and started struggling.
"It's for your own good, sweetie," I explained. "This is going to hurt and you might try to use your hands to protect yourself. This is to keep them out of harm's way."
Rebecca didn't seem reassured but she stopped struggling. I ran my hands over her fleshy orbs, squeezing and kneading the creamy smooth flesh. She really had a nice butt, even if it was still boyish in shape.
I raised my right hand and took a good swing at the far buttock.
SMACK!
"Aaarrrrggghhh!" screamed Rebecca.
"That's okay, sweetie. The room is soundproofed. Let it all out, you'll feel the better for it."
The buttock showed a red imprint where my hand had struck it. I raised my hand again and this time I pasted the other buttock.
SMACK!
"Aaaarrrggg!" screamed Rebecca. "No more, it really hurts."
"That's good, sweetie. It's meant to hurt."
SMACK!
"Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Pinning her in place with a firm grasp on her cable-tied forearms, despite her screams and begging and pleading and a flood of tears, I gave Rebecca a through spanking until her buttocks were an even vivid scarlet.
When I deemed the spanking sufficient I quietly chucked once at Bruce, unheard by the girl who was sobbing loudly. I gently stroked Rebecca's burning buttocks, massaging and manipulating them. The tiny puckered brown hole nestling in the middle caught my attention and my cock jerked back to life; another time perhaps, but exploration of that hole wasn't on the agenda for today.
I stroked lower down, grazing Rebecca's pussy lips then parting them and stroking inside with my fingers. She was still slightly damp.
I looked over at Bruce. He was lapping at his pink three inch cock, now erect and proud of its furry sheath.
Her buttocks still burning with a fiery heat, the sobbing girl didn't notice when I used my fingers to open her inner lips wide. I chucked twice at Bruce. He needed no second invitation. He climbed onto Rebecca, placing his paws on her t-shirt-clad back. Fortunately the material was thick enough to protect the girl from his claws. Bruce aimed his hard cock at the target I had set up for him and burst through her hymen, penetrating her virgin pussy all the way in a single thrust.
Rebecca had screamed loudly when I spanked her, but this time she wailed like a banshee. She wriggled in vain to try to get away, but I had her firmly pinioned and Bruce's cock was deeply embedded. Bruce thrust vigorously, trying in vain to force his swelling knot inside the young girl. One reason for choosing a girl so young, apart from her likely obedience and pliability, was that she was too small for Bruce to force his knot in. If he could have managed that, we would have been there for an hour or more.
At last Bruce was primed and his cum spurted through his cock and into the Rebecca's virgin pussy as he humped away vigorously. Excess doggy cum oozed out of Rebecca's love tunnel and trickled down her thighs. At first it was tinted pink with blood from her torn hymen, but gradually it cleared to a milky white.
Rebecca's keening died away to racking sobs, and she ceased her futile struggling. Bruce kept pumping into the passive girl for a good twenty minutes before he tired and dismounted, pulling out his cock with a loud plop.
I unfastened Rebecca's forearms and let her up.
"Go and get yourself cleaned up," I instructed, indicating the restroom.
Rebecca bolted out of the interview room.
There followed twenty minutes of loud sobbing, interspersed with water running and toilet flushing. Bruce didn't care; he curled up contentedly on the carpet for a nap.
Eventually Rebecca reappeared, walking rather gingerly. She must have been sore inside but she probably didn't realise how lucky she was: Bruce's humping would have been a lot less traumatic to her ruptured hymen than a boy's pistoning cock.
Rebecca's eyes were red but she had stopped sobbing and there was no more doggy cum trickling down her legs. Her pussy lips had virtually closed up again.
"I hate you, you're a nasty man!"
"It's over now sweetie, you can go now."
I handed Rebecca her skirt and panties. Oddly she put the skirt on first, fastening it round her waist, then pulling her panties up her legs and sort of shuffling them into position underneath the skirt using her hands.
"You made me feel good, then I made you feel good, then you made Bruce feel good, so we all had a turn at feeling good," I explained.
At the mention of his name Bruce pricked an ear; he wasn't asleep after all, the crafty mutt.
"I spanked you for taking the underwear and I didn't stick my dick in your pussy so I didn't tell you any lies," I continued in a stern voice. "I hope you've learned your lesson and I never expect to see you in here again."
I paused for a moment to let the sermon sink in.
"However if I do see you in here again, the same time next week would be good. But I would expect you to be wearing these," I added in a friendlier voice, as for the second time that day I slipped the pre-teen lacy padded bra and thong set into Rebecca's bag.
Shock and confusion showed on the little girl's face as she fled the security office through the door I held open for her.
After the girl left I swapped the interview room tape for a blank one. I'd keep the original recording of the session with Rebecca for myself, but after my shift I'd make a duplicate copy for Gus to enjoy. Bruce would certainly be more relaxed until the next full moon.
I wondered whether I'd see Rebecca again. Had the little girl enjoyed her first orgasm so much that she'd come back for more?
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