Making Plans To Go Out To The Mall With You, Letting You Know That I’ll Be At Your Place In Ten Minutes

Making plans to go out to the mall with you, letting you know that I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up. When I get there and knock on the door, however, you greet me in a crop top with your tits peeking out from underneath and a short skirt. You dismiss my surprise, telling me that it’s summer time and it’s just soooo hot outside, you don’t have anything better to wear to beat the heat. As you walk past me to my car though, you do catch a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, knowing my thoughts were immediately of dragging you into your house and tearing those slutty clothes off of you.

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

If you make a mess on my car seats on the way home, you know you’re going to get punished again.