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Archive name: pallmall.txt (MF, exh, reluc, mast)
Authors name: Scott Benson (scott_subtoy@hotmail.com)
Story title : Pall Mall

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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

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