Missy At The Mall

All persons in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Missy was a kind, young 18-year-old woman. Her birthday came and went, unremembered by those around her. She lived in a small town called Ragu. As she drove to the mall, she thought about her love life--a recurring thought that often left her feeling quite sad.

It was February now, and Missy would graduate in May. Though she intended to grow old in Ragu, she had always fantasized about having an ample sex life. She liked the thought of men grabbing her, pulling her, and using her to satisfy their desires. Despite never having been touched, she dreamed about it constantly.

As Missy walked from her vehicle to the building, she noticed several people in the distance walking into the Megaplex. She reflected on how dead this mall had been since her childhood. It was almost as if she had never seen more than a few people in this building at any time.

Entering a quiet store, Missy looked at a few new shirts, a couple of dresses, and a several short skirts. Her mind trailed off to different imaginary men and their bodies once again. As these dreams became more vivid, she started to feel a warmth developing between her legs. Her blood pressure and heart rate slowly increased, heightening her senses. "God," Missy thought, "maybe I should move to the city and have a real chance at a love life."

Missy's muscles began to tighten around her hips and thighs, keeping her movements slow and careful. Her pelvis shifted forward slowly, dreaming about a man pushing behind her, pressing against her opening. She imagined his hands moving up her sides and ribs, grasping at her breasts. Realizing where she was in this moment, Missy slowly and subtly looked over her shoulder to see a middle-aged mixed-race man in the distance, paying her no attention.

Quickly, her fantasy transformed him into the man behind her. Missy averted her eyes to the clothes in front of her and slowly walked around the rack. She imagined how she could make this fantasy come to life. She noticed the man glance in her direction, but then with a few small items, he walked away towards the dressing rooms.

Immediately, as if possessed, Missy grabbed two clothing items from the rack in front of her. Her feet began to move quickly across the room as she walked to the backroom, following the man without a thought. Missy looked to see which rooms were empty and which were occupied. She then moved into the room directly adjacent to the only closed door and with a man inside.

Breathing heavily, Missy stood for just a moment, listening to the silence. she saw the man's shadow moving accross her floor. Missy didnt hesitate at all, she quickly dropped her jeans to the floor, panties and all. With her panties on her jeans, Missy nudge them gently as if by accident slightly under the dividing wall. Her heart pounding Missy watched his shadow stop moving, Missy slowly rubbed her clit with her fingers and licked the flowing juices as the man soon dropped his pants to the floor and gently nudged them against her's.

Missy gasped under her breath and and thought to herself, "He gets it!" but... what now? Missy wants more, but how does she get it? No way she's going over there, and no way is he getting in here. Missy thought for a second and she saw "John's" shadow turn, revealing a massive cock (or what she thinks is a massive cock) and he slowly starts stroking it. Missy has a thought.

She squeezes one finger into her pussy, drowning it in her juices, and she goes to her knees. Missy reaches under the wall and she offers her fingers to the man. Glistening, they hang in the air for a moment and then all at once she feels his warm breath on her hand and then wetness covers her fingers as he sucks them dry. "Mmmmm..." Missy moaned audibly. She takes her fingers back and is soon rewarded with a huge cock under the wall. A drip drops from her pussy.

Missy is so excited. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen, even online." She imagined. Missy grasps it with her hand, stroking it gently she moves to her knees placing the cock as close to her lips as possible. Again, all at once, it's inside her mouth. "I'm sucking a cock!" Missy thinks. "Oh my God! This is amazing!" She had no idea what it would taste like, and it was indescribable, but she loved it. Missy loved cock just like she knew she would.

Missy swallowed the cock down several times. Taking it all the way down as she was rubbing her slippery pussy. At one point she switched hands and rubbed the juice over the full length just so she could taste herself on him, but she wanted the real thing. With a deep breath, Missy turned her body around and slid herself under the wall. Feeling it press against her spin she felt John's hands on her hips. She didn't wait long, and she expected the head of his cock against her, but she was wrong. Instead, she got a wet tongue licking her ass cheeks and moving slowly into her pussy. Still dripping Missy grabbed his throat between her legs and pulled him into her. feeling his tongue move deep into her and his nose pressing against her ass she yellped slightly.

Missy's eyes closed tightly in joyful ecstasy, she felt John moving once again, this time she felt his cock. So thrilled, she opened her eyes to another John (John 2) looking her in the face under the divider in front of her. He quickly snapped up, startled by Missy seeing him, but she was not stopping now. John pressed into her. It hurt, but it was SO good. She used her hand to reach back and slow him, but only for a moment. Soon he was deep in her and rocking back and forth hard. It was perfect. Missy's eyes opened again and amazingly, John 2 had slid his hips under his wall. Begging to join, his fat (significantly shorter) cock, stood at attention. Missy smilled and grasped it before taking her second cock. Missy felt so sexy.

This was better than she could have ever dreamed. Two amazing dicks at once! Missy didn't throat John 2's cock. Instead she took her time and nursed it with her tongue. Stroking it with her lips. In just a few short minutes she felt John quickly tapping her ass cheek, she didn't know it, but quickly learned, that meant he was cumming. He pulled out fast and sprayed his cum on her asshole. It was warm. She didn't move, instead she swallowed John 2's cock. Gagging on it quickly, she picked up her pace. Now Missy wanted his cum. Now she wanted to taste her treat. After only a minute longer John 2's cock began to pulse. He grabbed the wall and began bucking slightly and all the sudden there it was. shooting into Missy's mouth. Even though she was prepared, the cum pushed into her mouth and she gagged hard, like air pushed into her throat. Missy gagged several more times, but swalled the cum down. "Yes! But also No!" She thought. "I wanted to taste it. I wanted to keep it in my mouth a little."

Just as she realized John 2 was standing and pulling his pants up, Missy looked back to an empty stahl where John had been. She looked forward and now John 2 was walking out his door. They seemed to be in a hurry, but Missy wasn't. Instead of leaving Missy rolled to her back and began fingering her freshly fucked pussy. Wanting more, dreaming of more, begging internally for more.