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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Pall Mall (MF, exh, reluc, mast) by Scott Benson (scott_subtoy@hotmail.com) *** A trip through the mall has seldom left so much of a ....trail. *** Angela and her current boyfriend, Dave, arrived at the mall. All day long she had been dreaming up kinky plans for trying out there. Now, finally, the stage was set. She was so excited she could already feel the tingling whisperings murmuring between her legs. She really enjoyed her hobby of fondling guys in public. And right now she looked forward to sampling some new varieties during this shopping trip. As they stepped inside the exterior doors of the mall, she turned to her dark-haired companion and indicated the game room. "Can we stop here please? I want to play around for a bit, okay?" He gave her a puzzled look, confused. As a general rule, she didn't like hanging out in arcades. She usually said she was bored stiff in them. After ten minutes or so in the noisy surroundings she generally scuttled away sulking and whining. So why did she want to go in there now? He shrugged, "If you wish." He followed as she scampered through the doorway and threaded her way to the back of the room. He was even more mystified when she selected a video game and drew a handful of quarters from her purse. Stacking them together, she smiled and handed them over. He took them, hesitatingly, "I thought you were the one that wanted to play?" "Oh, I will. You just wrap your hand around this here joy stick and concentrate on the game." She eyed his crotch, "I have my sights on a different joy stick to grapple with." He chuckled and fed the first quarter into the machine. She sure knew how to get his motor running. The thought of her rubbing him in public started his limp cock stirring. It didn't stay soft long, however, when her snaking hand pressed against the material of his pants and began to squeeze and rub in those favorite and familiar ways he loved so much. He groaned softly as his horny thoughts and fondled cock began to rise. A strange, kinky struggle ensued. He tried to stay focused on the game, realizing her touching would stop when he used up the money. He had tasted these teasing, timing scenarios of her creative mind before. But her bold, experienced touching continued to distract him, often ending the games prematurely with missed moves here and misfires there. He could hardly think of anything but her groping fingers. It was so arousing, her stroking him, here, where others could see if they chanced to look. Soon he was rocking lewdly against her hand, moaning as his squirming body writhed at her touch. His mind and fingers failed to coordinate time after time. She loved those moans. Those delicious sharp gasps and tortured grunts were music to her ears. It was the nourishment on which her sexuality thrived. How they turned her on! She also reveled in the feel of his growing hardness trapped in his jeans. She smiled to herself when she saw the sticky goo seeping through his pants, a creeping pool of liquid arousal. She decided to smear it over his clothes as much as possible. As the pile of coins dwindled, she intensified her stroking, wanting to bring him just short of the edge when he ran out of funds. He was gasping, bucking wildly against her teasing touch. He loved the feel of her coaxing hand so much. He needed to cum, wanted to spurt off inside his pants. He was past considering the mess it would make; he was so deliciously close. But then all the quarters were gone! In unbridled desperation, he shoved his throbbing crotch against her motionless hand when the last game ended. But her hand had stilled its rousing dance. He whimpered when she smirked and drew it away. As frustrated lust faded, his mind recalled his surroundings. What if anyone had seen them? Had anybody been looking? He must have been quite a spectacle, standing there, groaning and moaning. He hadn't see anyone observing them, but then, he had been almost oblivious to his surroundings, unaware of everything except Angela's working fingers, so they might easily have been spotted. He finally ventured to look down at the smiling woman, giving her a bit of a glare for her unfulfilling attention. She tossed his disgruntled look off with a chuckle, "Don't give me that. As anyone can tell from your pants, you were enjoying yourself." She eyed the result of her handiwork with pride. He looked down in horror at the large sticky stain on the crotch of his pants. How was he going to walk around like that? He blushed and looked around for watching eyes. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he rubbed the wet spot in a vain attempt to blot the mess. Then he slipped the square of cloth inside his pants, hoping that would help. It would sop up some of it, as well as be there if called on later. She chuckled softly as they headed off further into the mall, making a vow to herself. She was going to have that handkerchief out before long. That appetizer had done its job well and she felt the progress of lusty cravings inside her throbbing body. She wanted to feel his fingers touching her body, arousing her flesh. Caressing her tits and tickling her wet slit. And the added thrill of doing it in public. She needed it. Now where was that lingerie shop? Ah, there it was. She found a quiet corner with a display of lacy bras. She plucked one from the rack and turned to the uncomfortable man. "How does this one look?" She held it up tight against her large breasts. He mumbled something about it looking sexy, eager to be out of the store. "Oh no, you can't get away with that. You have to give a real answer. Now, what do you think of the texture? Give it a feel. A good one. For me, Dave." He grinned and reached out to slide his hand over the material, giving the flesh of her tits a few firm strokes and brushing over her nipples gently as he tested the fabric. "Feels like it's you, dear." He chuckled at her whispered moaning and flicked at her nipples some more. "Oh yes," she sighed, "It sure does." She put the merchandise back on the rack. "Now how about this one? And this one?" She grabbed others almost at random and held them up for his touch, one at a time. He treated her to more tit groping, becoming bolder at each new piece she stretched tight against her chest. He always did enjoy playing with her large and pliant breasts. He was eager for a chance to play with them properly, but for now he would do what he could. His fondling got more intense, squeezing her ample orbs hard and tweaking roughly at her erect nipples. She was swaying on her feet, lost in the sensations of his touch. He really did know how to get her titties humming. She put the last ill-used candidate down, "Thank you, Dave. Now I think we need to work on some bottoms." He chuckled and followed her to the bikini section. Here she held a bikini bottom against her crotch and asked for his comment on the texture. His fingers soon were dancing over her aching clit and drooling lips through multiple layers of material. Her breathing grew ragged and bursts of moans escaped as she tested a series of appealing apparel under his touch. "How... um... how does... oh um... this one... ohh... feel? Now... uh... this one?" Her pussy was on fire. This was so kinky! But she wanted more. She needed those fingers on her naked flesh, dancing on her flaming folds. Finally she could stand it no longer. She leaned up against the wall and reached to grab his hand, "Now, just one more left to try." She pulled his hand under her skirt, up to her pantiless crotch. "Oh yes," she moaned as his fingers found her bare slit, "How do you like this one, Dave?" His fingers teased between her wet pussy lips while his thumb brushed against her clit. She slumped, grabbing onto some shelves to support her as his fingers soon had her body reeling. He started to pull on her clit and she tried to muffle her moans at her body's quaking response. It was not long before she rocked to a mild orgasm, whimpering against his sticky, groping fingers. She straightened her clothes and emotions. It was a fairly good one, she decided. She did like how his fingers coaxed those delicious responses from her quivering body. They replaced the discarded items that had fallen to the floor and left the store. She smiled thankfully at him and grinned, "Now to see about something for you. And I think I know the right place." She giggled and lead the way. He chuckled, pleased at their kinky activities. While he didn't know what she had in mind, he was sure he would enjoy it. He truly liked how she did the mall. Finding a department store, she headed toward the bath and body section. She grinned, "I think I know some hardware that might appeal to you." He shook his head in amusement while she searched among the merchandise. Finally she located the selection of body massagers and vibrators. She looked down at his crotch, pleased that the episode in the lingerie shop has maintained the state of his hardon. Leaning against him, she whispered sexually into his ear, "Do these remind you of anything." She licked his ear and reached for a box containing a powerful looking device. He loved the feel of her tongue in his ear as she snuggled against him. She looked at the diagram printed on the container and giggled. Then she guided the box against his leg, rubbing lightly, then harder as she slid it up across his crotch. Pressing it hard against the lump of his hard cock, she caressed his pants. She loved playing like this and hearing him moan. Halting her tongue on its exploration of his ear briefly, she whispered, "I remember you telling me you learned to masturbate with something like this when you were a kid." He ground his hips, pressing against her hand and box while memories of devices from his youth flooded his horny mind. She grinned and replaced the box on the shelf. She reached down with a silky hand and felt his hard member through his tented jeans, "Ah yes, I see you do too." She took up a different box in her hand, "Or was it more like this one?" She ground it roughly against him as she asked. He panted, trying to keep his balance as his body writhed, overloaded with arousing sensations. "You like the thought of me running one of these babies over you, don't you?" She drew the edge of the box up and down along his length, "How about right here in the store?" He bucked against her stroking attention and words. His quivering body and whimpering voice fed her arousal. "How about me tying you up and conducting a body search with the likes of this?" She was rewarded with more of the rasping sounds she was addicted to. "Yes, I will have to do that sometime." After caressing him with a few different packages of vibrators, she knew he was about to blow his cream. And she didn't want that. Not yet, anyway. She gave him one last savage grope with her hand and almost snarled in his ear, "No, not time for that yet, my dear." He meekly followed her as she left the store, awkwardly getting his legs working again. He had been so close that walking was difficult. Hopefully she would let him cum soon. If not, he might need to hit the bathroom and take matters into his own hands. Finding a shoe store, she selected a few pair of shoes to try on. She sat down on a bench, "Dave, would you be a dear and help me try these on?" As he knelt and began removing the ones she had on, she lifted her skirt, "As a reward you get a view of this." He stared at her bare pussy peeking out, seeing how aroused it was, her lips puffy and drooling moisture, its perfume filling his nostrils. His mind was in a daze as he went through the exercise of trying a series of shoes on her feet, then removing them for the next pair, almost blindly managing it while his eyes feasted on her enticing crotch. She giggled at his preoccupation. But then, she did like him looking there. And of having his face down there. Now that was an idea to get excited about! She looked around and saw that the area was quite isolated and empty of watching eyes. "Ah, I see a pair I'd like to wear." She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to her steamy snatch. "You might as well make use of your tongue while you are down there." He mumbled against her wet flesh, his tongue rasping over her clit then wiggling between her lips to lap inside her shuddering cunt. She rocked her hips, grinding against his mouth, losing herself in the pleasing journey his tongue raked her flesh along. She didn't care what kind of scene they were making, she was not going to let him up until he finished the job. She shuddered as he pulled her clit into his mouth and began nuzzling it with his teeth. Then his tongue jabbed into her flowing pussy. As he worked between her legs she winked at the people who wandered past and looked at them. After a bit she realized that store employees were frequently popping by to check out the action. The thought of how the kinky tale must be passing from one to another of the workers further excited her. These kinky thoughts grew in her mind as she bucked her dripping flesh at his plastered mouth. Soon the combination drew her over the edge and she shuddered noisily against his slurping mouth. "There, there, you can come up for air, my pet. That was a good job, Dave." She smiled at his sticky face and indicated the shoes on her feet, "I think I'll buy these. If for no other reason than to remember this occasion by." She straightened her skirt while he replaced her shoes. "And speaking of remembering, I'm sure the employees will remember it for a long while." "What?" he sputtered. "They saw what..." he began, his face red with embarrassment as it dawned on him that they had been observed. But of course they could have been. He hadn't thought about that when he was on his knees. "...we were doing?" he finished lamely. "Oh relax, dear. They all enjoyed it, I'm sure." He was still flushed when they joined the line leading to the cashier. Were they really seen? Or was she making that up? He could never tell for sure with her. She did love her public play. But sometime she was going to take things too far. He decided to be more careful in the future about being drawn into her antics. During their wait Angela noted that the female clerk was eyeing the lump in Dave's pants. She witnessed the blushing clerk's eyes returning again and again to his crotch. Angela decided that the story undoubtedly must have even made it up to the front line. When their turn for checking out came she giggled to the woman, "I really can't take him anywhere. He just always behaves like this. Like he can't get enough of my pussy or something." As the clerk gaped in startled surprise she continued, "I've seen you staring at his hardon. You wish you could play with it, don't you? Or have him lick your pussy like he did mine back there in the store?" She was amused watching the distracted woman trying to ignore her words, ringing up the shoes and accepting the payment. As she picked up her change and purchase she winked, "Well you can't. He's all mine." She was still chuckling when her departure pulled the two blushing people away from each other. "Now to the food court. And I have some other plans than just eating, my dear." She laughed. "Or should I say my plans are for eating." She wanted to reward his willing tongue. Time for her to get him off. She wanted to do it while they were eating. Perhaps she could even return the favor and go down on him there. Ah yes, delicious. But first things first. She needed to retrieve that interfering handkerchief first. While they are eating, she opened his pants and got a surprise. "Dave, Dave, Dave. Didn't I tell you not to wear underpants?" He blushed, "Well, um, I didn't think you meant while we went shopping." He had known exactly what she meant, but the idea had not sat well with him. He also figured she would not find out, anyway. Obviously that was a wrong conclusion. Reaching inside the waistband of his soggy shorts, she drew his sticky handkerchief out. She brought it to her nose, breathing in the smell of his sweet arousal. She shook her head sadly as she slipped it into her purse, "That will never do. I will have to think of a punishment for disobedience." They began the meal in earnest. He kept his eyes away from her, deciding not to risk incurring more damage by offering excuses. He had tasted punishment from her before and knew that whining about extenuating circumstances and giving logical reasons seldom lessened the offense in her eyes. He would trust she would be lenient. Between bites of food she considered the offense, "While I think I'm going to play." She slipped her hand inside his open pants, inside his shorts, to caress his hard cock. She wanted to bring him to the brink yet again. She chuckled to herself. Well, the third time was the charm, wasn't? But she wasn't going to let him cum. But he wouldn't know that. So he would be torn between wanting to spurt and dread embarrassment of doing so in public. She knew his hang- ups well. As well as his fantasies. Yes, that would suit until she could think of a proper price. For the remainder of the meal her groping hand kept him near the edge. He had trouble eating, to keep all appearances normal for the sake of any possible viewers. All the while he moaned against the sweet torture of her expert and eager fingers. Could he really cum without giving it away to others? He wanted to. Wanted to spray her fingers with his white sauce. Or did he? But was she going to let him? Or was she just teasing him close again? Angela purred. She loved the control and power she felt. All at the exercise of her fingertips. She tweaked and prodded, rewarded with those sharp moans that she loved so much. Those unsmotherable, uncontrollable groans that pleased her ears and teased her crotch. She directed more music with her stroking digits. It would be a shame to let him cum yet. The meal finished and his pants closed again, Angela announced her verdict, "I've thought of a fitting reward for you, Dave." He pondered what she had in mind while they wandered to a men's clothing store. They strolled through the vast array of dress pants. She stopped and smiled at him, "Pick some slacks to try on for me." He found a couple of styles that appealed and located his size. When he indicated his selections she nodded and they headed for the dressing area. At the door of the fitting room she instructed, "I want you to come out here so I can see what they look like on you." He shook his head, not overly thrilled with having to try clothes on. Even without having to have her check him out in them. Why did she want him to do this now? He didn't really need more pants. But he followed her wishes and ventured into the dressing room. He shortly returned to model them for Angela. She inspected the slacks with exaggerated attention, running her fingers here and there, ostensibly to check out the fit and feel. As her fingers began to wander toward his crotch, she looked around. Good, it was mostly deserted, no one was really paying any attention to them. She slid her fingers over the contour his hard cock made. She wanted to make his precum seep through the thin material of the pants and she quickly set her fingers to the task. Soon she was gratified to see a spot appear, that grew before her eyes and coaxing touch. He couldn't believe she was doing it again, groping him where others could see. She had him so hard. He knew from how soggy his underpants felt that his wetness had to be showing. He looked down in embarrassment and groaned. Yes, she was smearing the sticky stuff around with her fingertips. With no conscious effort his body rocked against her sliding and squeezing fingers. If she kept it up he was going to cum right there. And he almost wanted to. She teased the spreading wetness around, just where the head of his hard cock pressed against his clothing. Yes, very nice. She played some more, spreading the stain further, knowing he was close. But it wasn't time quite yet. She pulled back, eyeing the pants with its glistening crotch critically. She shook her head, "Nope, not quite it. Try that other pair." He grabbed the other pair and almost dashed into the dressing room again, not wanting anyone to see the condition of the pants. He knew she loved humiliating him like this. But what could he do? Much more of this and it would be more than just precum drenching his sticky drawers. Slipping on the slacks he made his way back out to her side. Again she pretended to evaluate the pants, all the while groping him mercilessly through the process. Her determined touch soon had his moans out from under his control. Her cunt oozed at his rasping grunts. She had to make him cum. Make him shoot off in those disobedient shorts. All in public and in borrowed pants too. Yes, quite fitting. Her experienced touching continued, overriding his murmured protests, and achieved her goal. He flooded her ear with those delicious sounds she lived for when she pushed him over the edge. Releasing him, spent, she pushed him toward the dressing room door, whispering, "Leave your sticky underpants in there." In a daze, he stumbled back to the cubical. Soon he returned and they got ready to move on. Angela looked back at the test driven pants hanging on the garment rack. She chuckled, amused and satisfied, at the smeary spots shining in their crotches. At the beauty shop they took seats in the waiting area. Her hand wandered to his leg, his thigh. Time for her to check out his obedience. Had he listened this time? She slipped her hand inside his pants to find out. Feeling his bare sticky flesh she gave him a tender squeeze and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for listening, dear. You passed that test." Her mouth wandered to tickle his ear, "Where did you put your shorts?" He shifted in his chair, amazed that he felt stirrings so soon. But her tongue could do wonders in his ear. He considered his answer, hoping the action he chose would please her fancy. "I hung it from the top of the mirror so the cum ran down across it." "Extra credit!" she chuckled. "I'll reward you properly for that." He was dumfounded. "Wasn't the hand job reward enough? Like I could be up for anything after that. It wiped me out. All your teasing made it a powerful one." She giggled, "That's okay, I meant later. Right now it's my turn for attention." And she really needed it. Her pussy was dripping like crazy after bringing him off, her body aching for his touch. She snuggled close to him and considered the options. She set the bag from the shoe store over her lap and reached for his hand. She pulled it under her skirt to the slick flesh between her legs. As his fingers started to twiddle with her clit she whispered to him, "Bring me off here, Dave. I need it." His fingers took to the task, alternating tugging at her clit then tracing lightly over her pussy lips. Soon she was rocking in passion from the rousing touch, just barely keeping some semblance of normalcy. Just then the receptionist walked over and asked if they needed an appointment. Angela fought to keep control, even though the fingers in her crotch intensified their activity. She managed a sweet smile, trying, but not quite managing, to keep her voice even, "No, we're... um... waiting for some... uh... friends of... uh... mine to get... um... done." When the woman walked away Angela unleashed a batch of whimpered moans. As well as some harsh words to him for continuing to fondle her while she talked. His only response was to work his fingers faster, pulling and stroking harder, then pinching her clit. She needed something more inside her. She looked wildly around. Yes, that would work. She nodded toward a stray hair brush lying on a nearby table. "Fuck me with that brush handle, Dave. Now. Please!" He chuckled and grabbed the brush, bringing it to her lap. After teasing the handle against her lips he slipped it between them and began to pump it in and out. Long slurpy strokes that reamed her grasping and twitching hole. She gave in to the washing sensations emanating from her stuffed cunt. It felt so good. She felt herself nearing the peak. It would not be long now. But wait, someone was approaching them. It was someone different, this time, asking if they needed anything. Dave smiled and answered, still frigging away, "No, we are just waiting for some friends to get done. It shouldn't be much longer." Angela tried to cover her shivering and twitching in a fit of coughing, but was sure the woman was giving her a strange look. When the woman turned and headed off, Angela could contain herself no longer. Stifling her grunting as much as she could, she rushed over the brink to a powerful orgasm. They walked away in a bit, her body recovered, leaving the brush lying there, its sticky handle to tell its tale. Further on their trip through the mall Angela spied a photomat booth. Yes, that might work for the reward she promised. She guided him toward it. "I want a picture to remember this day by. A picture of us both. It may be a bit cramped, but I think we'll fit." She drew the curtain and almost shoved him into the booth. Inside she directed him to get on his knees on the bench while she slumped to the floor. She quickly parted his trousers and gazed at his semi-hard organ. She had been waiting all day to gobble his goo and lost no time in sinking her mouth onto him. In almost no time at all his cock hardened and was lubricating her mouth with its savory tongue oil. Some of her loving licks and then the 'suckle surprise', as she called it, and he was about to cum. She could feel him throbbing, about to erupt. Turning her head to the side to place her mouth near the camera lens, she reached for the activating switch. At the tortured grunt she knew so well, she pulled her head back, popping him out of her mouth and clicked the switch. His first salvo caught her squarely in the face. And, she hoped, it would also be caught on the film. After the flash, she settled herself to swallowing and licking to clean him up. Retrieving the picture she scampered out of the booth to find a few people looking in their direction. No doubt they were drawn from the noises of her groaning partner. But then, she didn't regret it, as she really liked his songs of animal abandon. She smiled widely and said to no one in particular, "My friend was a bit camera shy. It took a while to coax him out. But I tried and tried. And finally it came out okay." Chuckling, she hauled him out, hoping he had made use of the time to pull together his clothes and composure. She eyed the photograph, slipped it into her purse and pulled the blushing man toward the mall exit. "Yes, quite a productive trip can be made through the mall," she remarked as they walked to the car. the end ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 25