To an onlooker who’d paid even the least amount of attention, it would have appeared rehearsed. The black XC90 swept into the closest parking space to the front doors at the Lone Pine Mall just as its previous occupant pulled out. The driver door opened and The Man stepped out. He was dressed in black from his Ferragamo Oxfords, to his Cucinelli suit, to his Turnbull & Asser shirt and tie and looked as out of place as it was possible to be in a crowded mall parking lot a few days before Christmas. Not a single person, however, took any notice of him or the fact that he could very easily have been mistaken for someone who’d become lost on the way to an opera or a gala Christmas ball or perhaps a thousand-dollar-a-plate fund-raising dinner.
He strode with casual purpose toward the door which was held for him by a man loaded down with bags. The Man failed to acknowledge the gesture just as the man who’d held the door seemingly failed to notice him at all.
Once inside, The Man strolled down the corridor casually, eyeing the bustling Christmas crowd with a practiced nonchalance. As crammed as the mall was and as boisterous and harried as the shoppers were, The Man was an island of calm, scanning the people with a careful eye. The crowd parted for him as a school of fish diverges around a predator. The simile was not far off. They were shopping. He was shopping.
Had any of them taken notice of him, they would have described him as tall—a few inches over six feet—and good looking. His dark hair shone with naturally occurring highlights, his eyes cold and calculating but nevertheless striking, his features chiseled and masculine. He would not have looked a bit out of place had he graced any of the posters hanging in the clothing shop display windows which presented men modeling their clothing. But no one saw him. They avoided him without so much as being aware of his existence. And as far as The Man was concerned, that was as it should be.
As he approached Auntie Anne’s pretzel shop, he spotted a young girl sitting at a table with her mother, eating a cookie. He watched her with intense scrutiny as the girl stood up and walked over to stand in front of him, leaving her mother, who took no notice of her daughter’s absence, still sitting at the table. The girl, whose name he now knew was Abigail and that she was seven years old, might be just right to help him out on his trip.
Without a word said by either of them, and without so much as a single person in the throng of shoppers glancing in her direction, Abigail stripped off her coat, dropping it on the floor. She then grabbed the hems of both her shirt and undershirt and pulled them up and over her head, dropping them on top of her coat. Now topless, the small girl’s tiny pink nipples hardened in the heated, but still slightly too chilly, mall air. Without even the briefest pause, she unfastened the button on her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles before standing back up, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her tights and underwear and shoving them down to join her pants. She then straightened back up, displaying her small, undeveloped and mostly naked body to him.
Again without verbal instructions or even a gesture from him, she held out her arms and slowly pirouetted, showing him her body front and back. She was cute, but she was a little too small and scrawny for his needs; it had been difficult to tell with all her clothes on. A smile crossed his face as he lost interest in her and continued on his stroll through the mall, stepping by her with indifference.
Abigail dropped down to sit on the floor as she pulled off her shoes and struggled her jeans and tights off. Then she removed her panties and dropped them next to her. She pulled her tights back on and then her jeans, feeling a newfound sense of relief that she wasn’t wearing her panties. She hated them now. She would have loathed them or even reviled them had either of those words been in her limited vocabulary yet. She knew she would never wear them again. Donning her shoes, shirts and coat, she picked up her panties with thumb and finger, holding them as far away from her as she could manage, walking them directly over to a trash can and dropping them in. She then rejoined her mother and resumed eating her cookie as though there had never been any interruption at all.
The Man continued on his way, occasionally passing and being passed by girls who were close to what he was looking for, and he could have used them quite easily, but he figured the girl he picked may as well be attractive and appealing to him.
He reached Bath&Body Works and stepped inside. He wandered the aisles until he found the bubble baths. He checked a few trying to determine which, if any, he’d like a girl to smell like. After a while, he finally decided on Japanese Cherry Blossom. He took a couple of bottles up to the register and set them down. The checkout girl was cute, but 20 was simply too old for his tastes. She reached down and picked up a phone receiver.
“Can you come to the front, please?” she asked after a brief pause while waiting for someone to pick up. “Thanks.”
She then scanned the two bottles and rang him up, giving him the total amount. The Man pulled out his wallet and handed the cashier a hundred. She diligently checked it before punching the amount into the register. The drawer kicked open and she pulled all the money out of it, added the hundred he’d given her to it, and handed it all to him in stacks.
“And there’s your change, sir,” she said with a smile, closing the now empty cash drawer.
The Man had just finished stashing all the cash away in various pockets when the manager of the store walked up. She was quite attractive for 37, looking at least ten years younger than that, though, of course, far too old for him.
“I hope you found everything you needed?” the manager asked, eying him appreciatively. The Man simply nodded once.
“Well,” she continued, “if you need anything else—anything at all—please don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll just be in the back deleting video from the security cameras.” And with that, she turned and rushed back to the back of the store and the door to her office.
“Merry Christmas!” the cashier called out to him as he left the store with his bag. It wasn’t that he had anything against companies making their employees say “Happy Holidays”, he simply preferred the more traditional “Merry Christmas” instead. And so, that’s what they said to him.
Outside the store, The Man scanned the crowd again. A small girl with Asian features, 6 year old Asuka, walked up to him and took the shopping bag from him, then waited for him to lead the way. She would follow him, carrying his things for him, until he was through with her, at which point, she would simply return to her parents, who would be unaware of her absence. She was cute, with long black hair and dark eyes, but she was far too small for his immediate needs, so he continued watching the milling people.
As he watched, he turned and continued walking along the mall’s corridor, heading to his next destination. As he came to Aéropostale, he spotted a pretty young girl and decided to have a little fun with her. She was 12, and had short, curly chestnut hair. She was tall for her age, five foot six, or nearly that, but quite thin at only 72 pounds. She was still flat chested, but her hips flared nicely. She was nearing the end of a growth spurt and, largely because of that, she was quite awkward. Her name was Rebekah but her friends called her Becks.
Becks was standing near a kiosk in front of Aéropostale, attempting to be discrete in scoping out an older boy. Suddenly she jerked as though she’d been surprised. She looked nervously around at the people nearby as she began to press her thighs together and rock her hips. She was suddenly hornier than she’d ever been in her life and, while she was desperate for relief, the idea of slipping out of the crowd to a secluded spot was not allowed to enter her mind.
Glancing around for something to hide behind, she spotted a large planter in the middle of the walkway and completely failed to look casual while walking over to it. She put her hand between her legs and pressed on the crotch of her jeans, hoping in vain that it would be enough. Again, she looked around, praying that she wouldn’t be noticed by the people flocking by as she unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand inside to diddle her clit beneath her panties. The sensation of her fingers on her most secret area, along with the recklessness of doing in out in the open where she ran a very real risk of being caught, drove her to a quick climax. It washed over and through her, leaving her trembling and weak-kneed in it’s wake.
But it wasn’t enough. Desperate for more, she continued with her ministrations as her eyes fell upon something interesting. Nearby, there was a kiosk with massage chairs. Deciding that it was worth the risk if she were careful, she bit her lip and pulled her hand out of her pants. Instead of buttoning them back up, she simply pulled her shirt down to cover the evidence of her opened waistband. She thought it worked and that was really all that mattered.
Becks made her way over to the chairs and sat in one. She fished out a five and inserted it into the machine. The massage began and she brazenly slid her hand back into her pants, failing to give even a first thought about who might see her. She flipped a knob on the arm of the chair over to “vibrate” and her breath started coming in ragged gasps as she rushed toward her second orgasm.
The Man watched in silent amusement as shoppers passing by saw Becks openly masturbating in the middle of the mall. None of them said anything or did anything to stop her, however; he wouldn’t allow the show to end prematurely. And so, outraged mothers, shocked fathers, curious boys and embarrassed girls streamed by the preteen as she soared from one high to the next.
Finally, after several minutes, the timer on the chair reached zero and the vibrations ceased. By that time, Becks had worn herself out, cumming so many times she’d lost count. She lay there in the chair, a 12 year old puddle of goo, secure in the knowledge that she had somehow jilled herself off so completely without anyone noticing. She pulled her hand out and wiped her slime on the arm of the chair as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal.
“Hi,” she heard. It was a masculine voice from her right. She looked over to find the guy she’d be ogling a few minutes before. Her eyes went wide and she suddenly became very aware that her pants were still wide open. She gently tugged her shirt down to hide that fact. She only wished she could do something to hide her blush.
“Hello,” she replied.
“I’m Tim,” he said.
“Rebekah,” she said. “But my friends call me Becks.”
“Becks,” he said, trying it out. “I like that.”
She smiled.
“Hey, listen,” he said cautiously, “I was wondering if... well... I was hoping you’d like to go somewhere and fuck.”
His heart stopped. He couldn’t believe he’s said that. He’d just intended to ask her to hang out, hadn’t he? Sure he thought she was cute and he wouldn’t have said no if he knew she were interested, but to just blurt it out...
“OK,” she said. “I’d love to!”
Her heart stopped. She couldn’t believe she’d said that. He’d just asked her to have sex with him. She should be offended and trying to get away from him, even if she did think he was hot. Sure, she really did want to have sex with him, but to just blurt it out...
The Man watched as Tim took Becks’ hand and helped her up from the chair and off they went, in search of a place where they could fuck. If only he could affect body chemistry, he’d make sure she got pregnant their first time. But he couldn’t, so he simply made sure that they would keep trying until she did.
He headed off to his next destination knowing that Asuka would dutifully trail along in his wake. He passed hundreds of people, dozens of girls, but none that fit what he was looking for. He was, in fact, almost to his next stop when he saw a girl that should fit his needs. Her name was Tracy and she was 10. She had the kind of face that was pretty now, but he could tell would be less than attractive within a year of two of entering puberty, but her body proportions were spot on. She peeled away from her father and followed The Man two more stores down, around the corner and into Victoria’s Secret.
Once inside, Tracy quickly divested herself of all her clothes and began following him around, through the racks and displays of undergarments and lingerie, completely naked. He would occasionally hand her something and she would submissively try it on and model it for him. Most of the items she would take off and simply drop on the floor. He knew that the staff would follow behind and clean up after him. Some of the items, however, the ones he liked, she carefully removed and handed to Asuka who held them reverentially.
The first item he liked was a black halter teddy made mostly of lace with a wide diamond-shaped gap in the chest area. The next was a pink babydoll nightie made of satin and trimmed with lace. It was short enough that even Tracy’s little pussy peeked out from underneath. He then found a mesh teddy in black that hid nothing because of just how utterly transparent it was. The Man pulled out a matching red one and handed it directly to Asuka as Tracy handed her the black. Next, he found a teddy which looked like it was made entirely of lace held together with ribbons. There was just enough density in the lace to hide Tracy’s little cleft but not enough to obscure her nipples. As Tracy handed it off, The Man handed her another teddy that was identical to the last save the fact that it was green which went well with Tracy’s skin and hair color. That teddy, Tracy put on but didn’t model or remove.
The trio walked up to the counter and Asuka carefully placed all the items, save the one Tracy still wore, on the counter. As in the other store, the manager was called to the register before he was rung up. He paid for his purchases and received all the cash in the register, in addition to the money he’d paid with, as his change. Then the manager assured him that all the security recordings would be erased.
The Man, Tracy and Asuka left the store with Tracy retrieving her clothes but not putting them on. Instead, she carried them over to where her father was waiting for her. She dropped her clothes in one of the shopping bags he carried and then stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. The Man was far too far away to hear her but he knew what she’d said anyway. “Daddy, I want you to make me a woman.” The two of them began a quick walk to the nearest exit.
The Man decided that he’d stop at the food court and have a nice warming cup of coffee. On his way there, he found the most crowed part of the mall. At the very heart of the mall, in the midst of a mass of swarming shoppers fighting their way around a serpentine line of parents and children, Santa Claus sat in a golden, high-backed chair on a dais covered in Christmas decorations. Stopping with little Asuka, he decided to have a little fun.
“Ho ho ho,” said Santa for what seemed like the millionth time that month. “What’s your name, little girl?”
“Crythtal,” the girl lisped. She looked to be about 5 or 6 and was missing her top two front teeth.
“Have you been a good little girl this year?” he asked as his gloved hand moved up under her dress and pulled at the waistband of her tights and panties, worming a couple of fingers inside. He began to stroke her little pussy as she answered.
“Yeth,” she said, a little breathy. She started squirming a little and clung to his arm as though afraid she would fall off his lap.
“And what do you want for Christmas, Crystal?”
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I want you to make me cum.”
“I think Santa can do that,” he said as he continued stroking her little cleft, tickling her nubbin. Soon enough, she had indeed had a little cum just as the photographer dressed as an elf snapped their picture. He withdrew his hand from her crotch as she turned up to face him and gave him a kiss on the lips. She then hopped down and walked over to her mother.
The next child was also a little girl and Santa made her cum as well. Of course, Santa was completely unaware that all the little boys who had been waiting to see him had suddenly decided that seeing Santa was dumb; the only ones still in line were the ones who had sisters with them.
Girl after girl placed on Santa’s lap found themselves brought to their first orgasms while everyone in line, the elves and their mothers and fathers watched with mild disinterest at the molestation happening right in front of them.
Eventually, Santa needed a break, both because the mall manager had scheduled one for him and because he was hard as a rock and needed some relief. Seven year old Lacy was next in line when those waiting were informed that Santa would be back in fifteen minutes. She reached out and took his hand as he passed the head of the line on the way to the break area they’d built into “Santa’s Workshop” behind the dais.
Back in the break area, Santa helped Lacy get his red costume pants down and she then freed his cock from the boxers that joined the pants at his ankles. She practically launched herself at his rigid manhood engulfing it in her warm wet mouth. While he found both her age and her eagerness and apparent knowledge incredibly arousing, the lack of coordination that came with her young age was enough to keep him from blowing his load too soon. She was certainly enthusiastic, though, pumping his shaft with both hands while her tongue and lips sought to coax his seed from his heavy testicles.
After a while, he had her pull her pants and panties down and hop up and lay back on a small card table that had been set up for him. She did so and he placed his cock at the junction of her legs, rubbing along the crack of her smooth little peach. He doubted he could get himself inside her but the visual of his manhood juxtaposed with just how small this little girl was drove the eroticism of the act to incredible heights.
He slid down and pressed at her entrance, finding the hole wet but too tight. He pumped away on his cock with his fist as he tried again to press into her. It just wasn’t meant to be, however as she was simply too small to admit him. He tipped over the edge and blasted her pussy with his load, coating it with long slimy strings of jism. He watched in fascination as she reached down and ran her hand through his spunk, spreading it all over her cleft, rubbing it into her clit and fingering it into her tiny hole. Before he knew it, she was spasming in rapture as her first climax hit her. She lay there for a while, panting, before hopping down and pulling her pants up, mindless of the cum still coating her pussy.
His fifteen minute break over, he returned with Lacy to his chair where he would ask her what she wanted for Christmas and then spend the rest of the day making little girl after little girl cum on his fingers.
The Man, who had amused himself making Santa pleasure little girls, resumed his journey to the food court. He’d made himself quite horny and thought he’d find some little girl to provide him some relief. On reaching the food court, found himself a nice little spot sitting on a bench built into the perimeter of the dining area. He sat down and leaned back against the large planter to which the bench was attached and scanned the crowd. Asuka carefully sat his bags down on the bench next to him and crossed over to one of the restaurant counters to order him some coffee.
Six year old Tammy, a blue eyed blond wisp of a girl deserted her Chicken Mcnugget Happy Meal, in which she’d been displaying little interest, and threaded her way through the mass of diners to stop in front of him. She carefully unzipped his trousers and reached through the fly, fishing around for his cock. She’d just managed to work it out through the opening when Asuka returned with his coffee. He took a sip and relaxed as little Tammy sucked his painfully erect manhood into her tiny mouth, laving the sensitive head with her delicate pink tongue.
As he reveled in the attention being paid his cock by the girl, something in her memories caught his attention. She was being bullied at school by a bigger girl named Melissa. As Tammy was being so good at giving him pleasure, he decided to do a little something for her. A slight adjustment to her mind and a bit of an additional something and he only wished he could be around to see his plan come to fruition.
Tammy’s uncoordinated movements on his cock finally drove him near to his climax by the time he’d finished his coffee. Deciding to end it soon, she pushed her head down till he was at the entrance to her throat, then she opened her throat as much as she could and forced him into it. He could sense the pain she’d caused herself at the overstretching of her too small orifice but at that moment, he really didn’t care. A few more strokes in her tight throat and he blasted his cum straight into her little belly as the sensation of his orgasm washed over him. As he came down, she pulled off his flagging member, carefully making sure that none of his cum escaped her little lips. As she slipped his cock back into his pants and zipped him back up, he noted that she still felt pain from when she’d forced herself down onto him. She wasn’t really injured however, so he simply blocked the pain from her mind. She would heal up on her own. She then smiled and thanked him before skipping off back to her mother and her now cold lunch.
The child was completely unaware that the next time Melissa bullied her, it would be the last. She was also unaware that, once she and Melissa hit puberty, they would both realize they were lesbians. In a few years, she would be extremely happy when Melissa would seek her out and they would start a relationship; one heavily rooted in BDSM culture. Melissa would, of course, be submissive to the fiercely dominant Tammy.
It was as The Man’s eyes followed little Tammy back to her seat that he spotted something he’d been hoping to find; the real reason he’d come to the mall that day. The girl set her lunch tray down on a nearby table and walked directly over to him. She was gorgeous. Her name was Erin, but he didn’t really care about that. She was 9 years old and stood four feet, five inches. She was perfectly proportioned at 57 pounds. Her light blond hair, which cascaded over her shoulders and ended at her mid back, had streaks so light they almost appeared white. Her intense, light blue eyes danced and seemed to be smiling even when she wasn’t. She had a small, upturned nose in the middle of an angular face that he found simply stunning.
Erin kicked off her shoes and took off her dress, which, since The Man quite liked it, she handed to Asuka who folded it and placed it in one of the bags. Erin then stripped off her undershirt and skimmed down her tights and panties leaving her nude. The Man salivated at the sight of her; she was definitely a keeper.
On the other side of the food court, Erin’s parents forgot her existence. Once they returned home, they would pack away all evidence that she’d ever been there and then forget about that as well.
Erin, in the mean time, forgot all about her parents and her life before. She now knew only The Man and her new life with him. She was just as eager for The Man to use her as The Man was to explore her body and teach her how to please him. Asuka picked up all of Erin’s discarded clothing and dumped it all in the trash, then, as she was no longer needed, skipped off back to her parents.
“Right there, officer.”
From behind and to his right, two police officers and two mall security guards approached him.
“Sir,” one of the officers said, taking the lead. “According to these men, they have you on camera molesting a little girl.”
The Man glanced at the security guards. “Is that so?” he said calmly. “I assumed as much. They’ll be erasing all of the security footage from, let’s say, the last two hours and the next half hour. So that’s taken care of. I need time to leave with my new toy, after all.” At that, the two security guards turned and left, headed back to the security office where they would, of course, do as commanded and then forget all about the incident.
“I’m sorry that you two nice officers had to be called out here for a misunderstanding.”
The lead officer actually tipped his hat.
“Oh, it’s not a problem, sir,” he said politely. “We’re just doing our duty.”
“Nothing better than a diligent police force,” The Man said. He glanced around at the crowd briefly. “I don’t suppose either of you fine officers is a pedophile, are you?”
The two officers gave each other nervous sort of looks.
“No,” the lead officer responded.
“Would either of you like to be one?” The Man asked politely.
“Uh, no, thanks,” said the lead. The other shook his head as well.
“Are you sure? We could walk through the mall and you could pick out a nice little girl of your very own.” he asked. But neither cop seemed inclined to change his mind. “No? Well that’s a shame; it’s the holiday season and I’m feeling generous. Oh well, maybe next time. Merry Christmas!”