Mall She-Curiousity

I was ushered into the security office where I was greeted by a tall, dark-haired woman. She was dressed in a violet silk blouse with the top two buttons undone. I could see the tops of what looked like very nice breasts. She also had on a short, black skirt with a slit on the side, dark pantyhose, spiked shoes—what they call "fuck-me shoes", and had a gold ankle bracelet around her left ankle. She dismissed the security guard and invited me to sit. I took the chair in front of her desk.

"Do you have any idea why you were brought here?" she asked.

"No, not really," I replied.

"You hit one of our light poles as you were backing out of your parking space. We saw it on the video camera."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I backed into anything. I sure didn't feel anything."

"Sure you didn't. Listen, do you know how many times people run into mall property and then just drive off without reporting it? That's why we put extra cameras in the lot. To catch people like you who don't think they have to pay for their screw-ups."

"Really, if I did hit the pole, I didn't realize it. Believe me, if I had caused any damage I would have reported it."

"Oh, you would, would you? Yet you sit here in my office and claim you didn't hit the light pole. Maybe I should just call the police and have you charged with hit and run destruction of property. Would you like that?"

"No, there's no need for that. I'll pay for the damage if I did hit anything. I just wish I could prove to you what kind of man I am—that I wouldn't commit a hit and run."

With this she came around her desk to stand right in front of me.

"So you want to prove what kind of man you are, do you? Maybe there is a way for you to do that," she said as she began to unbutton the rest of her blouse. It opened to reveal two beautiful, full tits in a violet demi-cup bra.

"Wha—what do you mean," I stammered.

"Come here and get down on your knees," she commanded.

Hesitantly I did as I was told. This woman could, at any time, call the police and have me charged with a crime based upon videotape footage she claimed to have.

She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

"Now, show me what kind of man you are. Remove my pantyhose."

I haltingly reached out with both hands and began to peel the hose down. As it reached the bottom of her hips, a semi-erect cock popped out. Seeing my confusion, she admonished me:

"Did I tell you to stop? Take my hose all the way off."

I removed her shoes and ankle bracelet and finished removing her hose. I looked back up at her penis swaying back and forth in front of me.

"Good boy. Now I want you to stroke my cock," she ordered.

I reached out and grabbed it just below the head. I could feel it begin to get bigger and harder. Tentatively I slid my hand to the base and back to the head.

"It will work better if you spit on it," she said.

I leaned my head over it and let a load of drool fall. With my hand I slid the drool over the head and length and began to stroke again. It was so warm.

"That's right, baby. You know what I want, now? I want you to put it in your mouth."

The head of it was pointed right at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. With no hesitation this time I guided her long rigid cock into my mouth. I ran my lips up and down her shaft. Then I pulled it out so I could run my tongue over the head. Her hips began to buck as I sucked her, fucking my mouth. She placed one of her hands on the back of my head. After several minutes she grabbed me with both hands to stop my sucking.

"That's fine, sweetie. But I have other things in mind for this. Now, why don't you get undressed, too, so we can have even more fun?"

I got up and took off my clothes.

"Mmm, nice," she said, looking me up and down. "You look pretty firm. And you have a great ass, darling."

She reached into her desk drawer and took out a condom and a tube of K-Y jelly.

She stepped in close, her face just inches from mine. I could smell her heady perfume mixed with the musky smell of her cock and balls. She reached down and let her hand brush against my now hard cock.

"I see you are getting to like this, aren't you baby?"

I nodded.

"Good. Do you know what I want you to do now, darling? I want you to lean over my chair and put your leg up on the armrest."

I did as she commanded. I could hear her open the condom package and slip it over her cock. The next thing I knew she was applying K-Y jelly to my anus.

"Don't worry, sweetie. This isn't going to hurt. In fact, I think you will really, really like it."

So saying she spreads my ass cheeks and placed the tip of her cock against my asshole. Ever so slowly she began to work it in, a fraction of an inch at a time. I could not believe it. Here I was with a beautiful shemale assfucking me in her office in the middle of the day.

When she had worked about 3" of her cock into my ass she began to slowly rock her hips, working her hard, hot cock further and further in me. Finally she had it all the way in. My knees almost buckled with the pleasure of it. She grabbed my hips and started fucking harder and faster—in and out, in and out. Every so often, when she got it all the way in she would give an extra push. It was like she was trying to get her dick back into my throat from the other end.

She started to moan as she bucked and rolled her hips back and forth, in, out and around. Her balls would slap up against my ass. I didn't know how much more I could stand. The pleasure was unbelievable. All this time my cock remained rock hard, swinging back and forth under me with her effort.

Suddenly she pulled out. With one hand she held me down while the other removed the condom from her dick.

"Are you ready for my cum, baby?" she asked in a throaty moan.

"Yes," I managed to whisper.

"Do you want it, baby? Huh, do you?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

She placed her now condom-less cock onto my ass and slid it along the crack. After a dozen strokes she came with a deep grunt, shooting her hot cum onto the small of my back. I couldn't control it any longer. I began to cum myself, spraying wave after wave of spooze all over the seat of her chair.

When I finished I collapsed on the floor. She lay back on the desk, panting for breath. When she recovered she pulled me to her and gave me a deep, passionate French kiss.

"That was wonderful, darling. I guess you have proved to me what kind of man you are. I think we can forget about the light pole."

She gave me a card out of her desk.

"This is my apartment number. I did you. Come by tonight at 9: 00 pm and you can do me."

So saying she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my cock, licked her lips and gave me a wink.

I couldn't remember if I had previous plans for 9:00 that night. But I did know where I was going to be and what I was going to be doing.