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Mall Slut
Mall Slut
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When Lindsay went off to college, she developed an obsession with sex. Now that it is summer, she's home with her parents, and the party world she'd come to love is denied to her. Intensely bored, she turns to the only place where she might even have a chance of hooking up with anybody: the mall. Lindsay will take what she can get, even if it means having a threesome in a public bathroom.
WARNING! This 6000+ word short story contains graphic and explicit description of threesome and oral sex in a public bathroom between consenting adults. It is intended only for mature readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Only, my carnal appetite came roaring back – especially if you consider that all I did was suck Jimmy off. I didn’t get fucked. And for all of our “dates” over his meal breaks, I could feel Kevin Blunt’s eyes in my back. He was watching us, always; I knew it for sure. I was also paying attention the mall traffic. When the mall seemed absolutely dead, I was going to do my best to get Jimmy and Kevin into the bathroom.
It was a Tuesday night when it finally happened. Tuesdays seem to be extra dead in retail, and there was a heavy rain storm outside. The mall was practically empty with the exception of the people who worked there. I met Jimmy at seven in the evening, right when his meal break started. For a moment, he stared my body up and down. I decided to wear a very tight, white tank top that accentuated my breasts. I knew he could see some of my bra through it, too. Sure, it wasn’t translucent enough to be outright slutty, but it certainly could grab a guy’s attention. My black skirt was extra tight and accentuated the curves of my ass and hips. Jimmy especially liked that, but his eyes were glued to my thighs. I wore simple sheer stockings without a pattern. They ended mid thigh, and garters stretched upwards and under my skirt.
“Hiya!”
“Um, Lindsay? I can call off work and we could go get a hotel room somewhere. I’d pay!”
I loved how his lust for me was written across his face. “Um, Jimmy? No.”
He instantly seemed crestfallen. “Why?”
I crossed my arms just below my breasts. It was partly for emphasis of my point, but it was also partly to give my tits extra lift and torment him even further. “Why waste money? If you want me, it’s got to be in the bathroom.”
He leaned closer to me. “What. About. Kevin?”
“Fuck him,” I said. It was meant to sound defiant, but it was actually my desire. I really, really wanted to fuck Kevin at some point ...
WARNING! This 6000+ word short story contains graphic and explicit description of threesome and oral sex in a public bathroom between consenting adults. It is intended only for mature readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Only, my carnal appetite came roaring back – especially if you consider that all I did was suck Jimmy off. I didn’t get fucked. And for all of our “dates” over his meal breaks, I could feel Kevin Blunt’s eyes in my back. He was watching us, always; I knew it for sure. I was also paying attention the mall traffic. When the mall seemed absolutely dead, I was going to do my best to get Jimmy and Kevin into the bathroom.
It was a Tuesday night when it finally happened. Tuesdays seem to be extra dead in retail, and there was a heavy rain storm outside. The mall was practically empty with the exception of the people who worked there. I met Jimmy at seven in the evening, right when his meal break started. For a moment, he stared my body up and down. I decided to wear a very tight, white tank top that accentuated my breasts. I knew he could see some of my bra through it, too. Sure, it wasn’t translucent enough to be outright slutty, but it certainly could grab a guy’s attention. My black skirt was extra tight and accentuated the curves of my ass and hips. Jimmy especially liked that, but his eyes were glued to my thighs. I wore simple sheer stockings without a pattern. They ended mid thigh, and garters stretched upwards and under my skirt.
“Hiya!”
“Um, Lindsay? I can call off work and we could go get a hotel room somewhere. I’d pay!”
I loved how his lust for me was written across his face. “Um, Jimmy? No.”
He instantly seemed crestfallen. “Why?”
I crossed my arms just below my breasts. It was partly for emphasis of my point, but it was also partly to give my tits extra lift and torment him even further. “Why waste money? If you want me, it’s got to be in the bathroom.”
He leaned closer to me. “What. About. Kevin?”
“Fuck him,” I said. It was meant to sound defiant, but it was actually my desire. I really, really wanted to fuck Kevin at some point ...
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