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Archive name: society.txt (MF, nc, mc)
Authors name: Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
Story title : Society Lady at the Mall
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Society Lady at the Mall (MF, nc, mc)
by Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
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A very proper upper class lady learns a lesson about the
dangers of treating others in a demeaning manner.
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Comments and Criticism to OtisBlues@hotmail.com
The mall was crowed but that was good, lots of choices. I
watched the ladies walk by and picked a medium height
attractive brunette. She was someone that not only
thought but knew she was better than everyone else. She
carried her Neiman Marcus bag proudly, her badge of upper
class status. Yes, she would be a good one. I could see
her narcissism stamped on her forehead. She was a real
society bitch.
You see it was not long ago that I was a complete nobody.
That was until I found the ring of power. Simply put,
this little ring gives me control over just about
everything. Where I once had no control over anything, I
was just a whimpering whimp now I have totally control
over just about anything or anyone I choose. I am still
testing the waters over how much control I can yield.
"Come here lady," I command as she walked by making it a
point to act as if I were not there.
She looked startled that I would say something to her and
a bit disgusted that I had the audacity to even look at
her, much less tell her what to do.
"Yeah, I said come here," I say again. This got her full
attention.
"What?" she responded? She was getting ready to really
tell me what I could do when she noticed she already was
walking toward where I am sitting.
"Just come here and be quiet," I said looking directly
into her eyes.
She walked up to where I was sitting and I looked at the
anger in her eyes. She just stood there looking down at
me.
"Pull up your skirt and let me see your legs," I say with
a smile.
"Go to hell you little bastard!" she exclaimed but pulled
up her skirt almost to her waste as she said this.
"Nice legs."
"What?" she says. She now noticed she was holding her
dress up to the point I can see her panties. "My God what
am I doing?"
"You are following my instructions and doing a good job,"
I answered.
"No, there is no way this is happening. This is
impossible."
"Oh yes, way, it is happening. Unbutton your blouse," I
commanded.
"No, I am leaving," she says. She stared amazed at
herself following my instructions. She unbuttoned the top
button of her blouse revealing her black lacy bra.
As she understands her situation she screamed to the
crowd, "Please someone help me." No one responds because
they are blind and deaf to what is transpiring.
"They can't hear you," I say. "Now let's see that bra you
are wearing. Take off your blouse."
She complies and now has transformed from a halty
narcissistic female to a frightened young female at my
mercy. She now stands before me in a fashionable black
bra that adds shape to her 34 C breasts. Her creamy skin
protrudes from under the silky lace.
"That looks great. Now take your skirt off so I can get a
better look."
"Please stop this. I don't know what is happening but
please stop. I can't do this," she whimpers as she
removes the dress and stands before me in nothing but
bra, panties, stockings and shoes.
"Very nice. Turn around."
She turns to show her black lace panties covering the
creamy white skin of her ass.
"Bend over, spread your legs, and touch your toes."
She bends over in a very un-lady like fashion and I get a
good look at her ass covered by the sheer silk of her
panties.
"Ok turn back around and take off the bra and let's see
those tits."
"No," she whimpers as she removes the bra and reveals her
perfect breasts with their dark nipples now hardened as
the are exposed to the cool air.
"Stand tall, be proud," I instruct. She straightens up a
bit and pushes her boobs out for me to inspect with a
look that has gone to terror. She can not believe what is
happening and now knows she is powerless to stop me.
"Okay remove the rest of your clothes but leave on the
shoes."
"Please mister, stop this. I will just go away and never
tell anyone if you will just stop," she pleads as she
removes her panties revealing a very neatly trim bush
above her slit. She now stands naked before me in red
heels.
"Please, I can't stand this. This is not right," she
pleads.
"Yes, I think you can stand it and I even think you are
beginning to enjoy it," I say as I probe the pleasure
centers of her mind and give a little push.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped in surprise at the sudden flow of
endorphins that give her a rush.
"This just isn't happening," she whispers.
I give a little push inside her clitoris while pushing
her pleasure center in her brain. She almost falls to the
floor but I maintain her balance with my will. I notice
sweat on her brow but I also noticed her nipples are
puckered hard beans and there is a wetness between her
legs.
"So it looks like you are beginning to enjoy this," I say
in a sarcastic tone.
"No, I hate this, you are terrible," she says but at the
same time I push again and she gives a long pleasurable
sigh as her body shutters in delight.
"No, please stop whatever it is that you are doing. It is
not right. I have a husband and two young boys."
I push again and it is too much for her. Without my help
she begins to grind her hips back and forth in a rhymic
sensual pattern. There is no doubt she is building toward
a large orgasm that she can not control. As her
sensations build I give a large push to both her pleasure
center and her clitoris. She whines and cringes with an
animalistic ecstasy that flow through her body and mind.
I let her sink to the floor as she shutters in pure
delight. It is doubtful she has ever had such an orgasm.
"Ohhhh my God," she whimpered as she lies in crumpled
ball on the floor of the mall. I sit and watch her as she
can not fully comprehend what has happened to her. She is
still nude except for her shoes and she can not resist
putting her hand between her legs to rub out the
remainder of the organistic frenzy she has just
experienced.
"Was it good for you," I asked.
"What happened? How did you do that to me?" she asked as
she looks up at me. She no longer has the bitchy attitude
from a few moments earlier.
"I have never felt that way. It was so good." she
admitted.
"Okay come over here and suck my dick," I said.
"What?" she exclaims.
"Come over and suck my dick," I say as I exposed by eight
inch hard dick to her.
"No, I can't do that. I don't even do that for my
husband," she cried.
"Oh, you will do it to me, you little cunt. Now crawl
over here on your hands and knees and get your hand off
your pussy," I command.
I see that she has not completely recovered from her
massive multiple orgasms and was not even aware she had
continued to rub her pussy.
"Oh my God," she said as she looked down at her hand
quickly stop rubbing herself. "What have you done to me?"
"Come over here right now," I growl.
She looks up at me and slowly gets to her knees. The
sight of this shapely proper woman crawling across the
floor like a dog sent a thrill straight through me. Yes,
I would give her all my cum.
"Please just let me go," she begged.
"Shut up you bitch, you're going to suck me and I will
make you love," I said as she knelt in front of me.
"Stick you finger in your pussy, bitch."
She did as she was instructed.
"Now lick the pussy juice off your fingers."
"No please," she said as she licked her fingers.
I sat up and push my cock toward her face. "Lick it."
She reached over and licked the head getting some pre-cum
that had formed on my cock's pee hole.
"Now suck it," I said feeling my insides ready to pour
forth its seeds. Watching this proper stuck up lady down
on her knees with her wet pussy in the air sucking my
cock was just too much.
"Ugggghhhh," she said with a mouth full of cock as the
first stream of cum hit the back of her throat.
"Keep sucking and swallowed it all."
She had not choice although a little cum leaked out the
side of her mouth.
I shot a large load and she took most of it. It was a
most satisfying experience.
"Lick it all."
She was careful to clean all the cum off my dick.
The remainder of the mall traffic had no idea of what was
happening in their mist.
"Okay, rub your pussy," I said as I got up.
Her hand moved between her legs to her still swollen
clit.
"You will love the feel of your hand. Your excitement is
building to you can't stand it but you can't cum until I
say so," I commanded.
"No, please," she said as her hand worked furiously on
his pussy. She was extremely excited but remained on the
very edge of a magnificence orgasm.
I got up and walked into the crowd of passer Byers as she
watched me.
"Please," she begged thinking I would leave her
unsatisfied.
"Okay," I said and released her to her orgasm but I also
released everything.
As I walked into the crowd I heard her moaning and crying
as she found delights of passion she had never known. I
also heard the crowds of people gasped as they suddenly
saw this woman lying in the middle of the floor
masturbating.
The next day I read where she had been arrested but
released to the custody of her husband. She was pending a
psychiatric evaluation. I laughed thinking maybe she
learned a lesson about how to treat others.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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