THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY USING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. NONE OF THIS IS TRUE. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ANY PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, IS STRICTLY COINCIDENTAL. Misty waved at her brother as she shut the car door behind her. He didn't stick around long in the mall parking lot; in fact, he'd barely slowed down enough for her to get out of the car. Her brother didn't understand why she "needed" to go to this particular mall, some 40 miles away from their home. But it had been on his way and she had told him a friend would give her a ride home. So he accepted it. Thirteen-year-old Misty had not explained much to him. She had merely settled for an old argument that this mall had some things she needed that their home mall did not. Her brother had rolled his eyes at that statement but he didn't argue. Regardless of how she had arrived, she had arrived. Misty tossed her shoulder-length light brown hair as she hurried into the mall. It was beginning to fill up some with people getting off work early, people extending a late lunch and other kids leaving school and looking for a place to hang out. Carrying a small bag over her shoulder, Misty headed quickly to the restrooms, ducking inside. It was empty, which was probably better even though it would have made little difference to her. No one, absolutely no one, knew her here. She could do as she wished without worrying about talk getting back to her parents. First, she headed to the mirror, applying additional makeup, looking sexier, she thought happily. Then, she moved into one of the stalls and began removing her clothing, quickly changing into the outfit she had brought with her. Good thing her mother didn't know about this, she chuckled to herself. She slipped on the short white dress, which clinged to her body fairly tightly but not too tightly, hugging her small braless tits and her firm tiny ass. It came midway down her thigh but moved a bit higher when she tugged the black belt around her waist. She slipped on the black high heels, not high enough she grumbled to herself, but the tallest heels she could find in her size. Misty was about 5'4" and a slender 112 pounds. Her face was very pretty, yet still held that look of innocence. Her legs were long and quite shapely for a 13-year-old girl. In fact, she knew with her small, baseball-sized tits, that most boys and men watched her ass and her legs. They were her best features. And being watched was what Misty craved. She had let the boys do pretty much anything they wanted the past couple of years, but there was little excitement to it. Sure, it felt good sometimes but, most times, their cocks weren't in her pussy for more than a minute before they began spurting hot cum. She could control them a little better with her mouth but, after she had eaten and swallowed their hot, delicious cum, they had normally lost interest in doing anything for her. No, she had found the interest was in being wanted. She had found it turned her on greatly to notice a man's or a boy's eyes moving over her body, knowing they wanted it - wanted to see it, touch it, feel it, fuck it. She had bought this outfit and chosen this mall for those very reasons. She wanted so much to be seen and to be looked at. Misty moved into the record store first, noticing the guy behind the counter had his eyes on her. She smiled as sexily as she could but noticed his eyes averted to another girl. Misty moved towards the back of the store. An older man, quite older in fact, had seen her. She smiled inwardly as she saw him try so hard to be interested in the CD's in front of him while still raising his eyes occasionally to look at her legs. She looked around a little as if trying to make a decision, finally moving near him. The man appeared to be in his early 50's perhaps, older than her father, and was wearing a business suit with the tie pulled down and the top shirt button undone. She glanced down to see what section he was standing in; out of the corner of her eye, noticing his eyes were roaming her 13-year-old body through her dress. "Yuck! Country!" she said, quietly but loud enough that he could hear her. "You don't like country music?" he asked, turning towards her, almost relieved to have an excuse to look at her. "Naw, not really," Misty replied. "I like hard rock. It's a lot sexier." She had to try hard not to laugh when he gulped on her word, "sexier." "Well," he finally coughed out, "you'd probably know a lot about that." She smiled. "You think I'm sexy?" "Definitely," the man replied a few seconds later, still trying hard to get the words out of his mouth. "Thanks," she said, then turned towards the CD collection again. The man had turned towards the CD's again, apparently feeling his thrill for the day had passed. Misty, meanwhile, glanced quickly around the nearly-empty store. No one was near them and the stacks of CD's blocked a lot of the view. Slowly, she reached down to the hem of her short white skirt with both hands and, just as slowly, began pulling it up. At first, the man didn't notice but she knew the minute he did. It sounded like a small whimper and, looking up, she saw his eyes were on the hem of her dress as it rose. "You really think so?" she asked again. The man merely nodded this time, apparently unable to say anything at all. Instead, he watched intently as her dress rose higher, finally displaying her white bikini panties. Again, Misty glanced around to make sure no one would interrupt them. "Really?" she asked again. A whimper was his reply. Holding the skirt up with one arm, her hand moved to her panties. She pulled them out and away from her, hearing him gasp as her pussy came into view. "Think my pussy is sexy too?" He groaned and reached over to touch it but she pulled away. Instead, she moved down to the floor as if checking the very bottom rack of CD's. "If anybody starts over here, you better say something," she warned. He nodded, then glanced around nervously. Her pussy was wet now, the excitement over this man looking at her body nearly overwhelming her. She sat down on the floor, then reached underneath and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. Her dress had dropped to cover the view of her cunt. "Do you want to see my pussy?" she asked him. "God, yes!" he said. "Please?" "Please what?" He hesitated for a second. "Please," he was nearly begging, "please let me see your pussy!" "But," she teased, "I'm only 13 years old! You want to see a 13 year old girl's cunt?" He groaned and she noticed his hand had moved to the bulge at the front of his suit slacks. "Yeah," he groaned, "Fuck, yeah! I want to see your hot fucking 13 year old cunt!" She pulled her knees up and then slowly lifted the dress again at the hem, baring her young pussy to the stranger. She allowed her legs to spread some, showing the pale fuzz around it and then the lips. She reached down to spread them and the stranger kept massaging his cock through his pants as he looked into pretty Misty's cunt. His eyes were fixed on her pussy as she allowed a finger to slide down between the lips. She groaned as it touched her clit. She had never been this excited before and, by the look on the man's face, neither had he. "I love playing with my little cunt," she whispered to him. His hands were moving faster over the front of his pants, oblivious to the consequences. She smiled at him, took her wet finger from her pussy and then moved it to her lips. She began licking her own juices from her finger; his eyes widening at the sight. Suddenly, his face clinched and he groaned, almost too loudly. He was cumming in his pants, looking at the cunt of this sexy 13-year-old slut. Finally, he stopped and stood there, his face flushed, his breathing hard. Misty stood nonchalantly, pulling her panties up and brushing her dress down. She smiled when she saw the growing wet spot on the front of his suit pants, then sweetly said, "Hope you had fun," and began walking out of the store, leaving him there. Everywhere she moved through the mall, eyes were on her. Several older teenage boys had tried to talk to her but she found them boring and kept walking, telling them she was going to meet her mother. Plenty of older men had their eyes on her young body as well but none seemed to have the nerve to stop her and try to talk to her. Escaping one particularly obnoxious boy around her age, she dodged into a small dress shop at the far end of the mall. Misty looked around a little; some of the clothes looked pretty nice. A salesman, pretty nice looking and in his 30s, walked up to her. "May I help you find something?" he asked, somewhat businesslike and somewhat like he wanted to talk to her. "I'd like to find something very sexy," she replied, smiling directly into his eyes. Just as he began to respond, a young sales girl walked up. She was quite pretty, around 19, Misty would guess, and showing some leg herself with a miniskirt and button-up blouse. The salesman turned to the girl. "She's looking for something sexy," he told her. The girl smiled, first at the sales man and then at Misty. "It will be difficult to find something sexier than what you have on right now," she smiled. Misty began breathing harder and, once again, she felt the familiar dampness between her legs become greater and greater. She had never known a woman to look at her before and having both look at her was very exciting. "You know," the sales man offered, "we have some very sexy outfits in the backroom I think you would like. Would you like to see?" Misty nodded and the two began the journey around the counter and into the back room. At first, Misty was a little disappointed the sales girl did not come with them. Still, having this sexy man look at her body would be fun. "Why don't you slip that off and let's try on some things?" the sales man offered as the reached the privacy of the back room. Misty, too heated to tease much, undid her belt and then lifted the minidress up and over her head, tossing it onto a box nearby. She stood there wearing just her bikini panties and heels, and heard the man gasp at the sight of her. Suddenly, the curtains to the back room opened and the sales girl walked in. She smiled looking at Misty's hot young body. "I put the 'Gone To Lunch' sign out front and locked the door," she explained to them both. "But I can't believe you started trying things on without me here!" The girl walked over to Misty. "Let's see how to size you," the sales girl said, and her hand moved out to cup Misty's breast. "Very nice." Misty groaned as the 19-year-old girl began feeling her breast. It made it even hotter to have the sales man watching. The sales girl began feeling both of her breasts and then moved closer, lightly kissing her lips. Misty's lips parted and she felt the girl's tongue enter her mouth. As the two kissed, she could hear the sales man as he watched, as he groaned. The sales girl's hands roamed her body as the two kissed passionately, feeling her tits, squeezing her ass, moving up her thighs. When the long kiss finally ended, Misty turned a dazedly saw the sales man, now nude and stroking his cock slowly. He moved to her and his arms went around her. Misty kissed him passionately as well, groaning as he began feeling her 13- year-old body everywhere he could. She could feel his hard prick rubbing against her stomach. She felt her panties being taken down and then off her, leaving her nude except for her heels. When the kiss broke, she looked down to see the sales girl, also nude now, and on her knees behind Misty. She began kissing lightly over Misty's ass, loving it with her lips. The sales girl's finger found Misty's pussy and began massaging it slowly; the sales man chuckling at Misty's groans. Misty nearly whimpered as she felt as ass cheeks parted and the sales girl's tongue flicking over her asshole. She allowed her legs to widen and the sales man slid a box underneath her, giving her something to lean over as she had her asshole loved with a woman's tongue. "Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!" she cried out, feeling the girl's tongue slide inside her asshole. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" the sales man asked politely, him calling her a "slut" exciting her even more. "Yesssssss," she hissed to him, reveling in the wonderful feel of a woman tongue-fucking her tight young asshole. "You're a fucking slut whore, aren't you, bitch?" "Yes! Yes!" the feelings were so intense, no just in her asshole but throughout her entire body. "Yes! I am a fucking slut whore! A 13-year-old fucking slut whore!" Misty was still leaning over the box as the man pulled her by the hair towards his hard prick. He was standing just on the other side of the box and Misty opened her mouth to take his big cock into it. She heard him groan as first the head slid into her young mouth, and then nearly half of his cock did. He began moving his hips, fucking her mouth, and she groaned over his cock as the sales girl tongue-fucked her asshole even more. As by signal, both pulled away from her after a few minutes, leaving her whimpering, wanting more. She was such a whore and she knew it! And the thought was driving her absolutely fucking crazy with desire. The sales girl moved to her back on a piece of carpet on the floor, spreading her legs wide and showcasing her pussy. "Go lick her cunt, you bitch! Get your ass over there and eat her fucking cunt!" the salesman growled at her. Misty might have been totally inexperienced but she had seen enough porno movies to know where to go. She moved her sweet, innocent, young face between the girl's legs. "Eat me, slut! Eat my fucking cunt, you pig whore!" the sales girl told her. Misty moved to the sales girl's pussy, snaking out her tongue and beginning to lick the girl's cunt. She had never done this before but knew, right now, she wanted to desperately. She felt the sales girl's hands on the back of her head, and she felt her face suddenly being shoved into the cunt. It was wet and hot and, even though she found it difficult to breathe because of the pressure, she knew to lick and suck and kiss the woman's cunt. She wanted to please her. She wanted to be a whore. As she ate the sales girl, Misty could feel the familiar pressure at her cunt from behind. The sales man obviously could wait no longer and, as wet as her cunt was, Misty knew he would have to trouble sliding his hard, fat cock into her 13-year-old pussy. She was right. She moaned into the pussy as she felt the cock beginning to fuck her. This was the best ever for her, she knew. A 30ish man fucking her young cunt while she ate a pretty, 19-year-old woman's pussy. The steady rythym of his cock fucking her was driving her insane. Apparently, her tongue was doing the same for the sales girl. The girl pulled hard on the back of her head, then arched her back and groaned loudly as she came on Misty's mouth. Misty's own pussy began to tighten as the man's strokes became faster and faster. She lifted her head, pussy juices dripping from her cheeks, as she moaned, cumming loudly, cumming hard, cumming beautifully. She felt the man's cock thicken even more and his strokes become fast as lightning in her pussy. She knew he was cumming inside her. She wanted his cum. It was mixing with her own. As they lay there together a few minutes later, Misty felt the man probing her cunt with his fingers. He twirled them around some, then pulled out a big glob of cum from her pussy. He moved his fingers to her mouth and she obligingly licked it all off. The sales girl then did the same, feeding the cum from Misty's own cunt to Misty's own mouth. By the time they stopped, Misty had eaten it all. Finally, she arose and began to dress. "Where you going?" the sales man asked her. Misty smiled. "Just going to do the mall," she said, licking some lingering pussy juices from her lips. "Just going to do the mall." END