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Subject: Ashley at the Mall 3 of 3 (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 16:38:08 -0700
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Ashley at the Mall 3 of 3 (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)




Ashley returned to the Mall of America the very next day. Her mom
finally put her foot down and told Ashley she would have to take the bus if
she wanted to go to the mall every day. She gave her daughter enough money
to purchase a 30-day bus pass which Ashley promised no to lose. The young
girl didn't mind taking the bus since it gave her a greater sense of
independence.



Aside from Ashley's apparent obsession with going to the mall, her mom
suspected nothing out of the ordinary. Ashley betrayed none of her mall
activities at home, happily chatting with her parents over dinner about the
mall, summer sports, TV shows... Moreover, her daughter was dressed just
like any other regular twelve year old girl so her mom had no reason to
believe she was exposing herself to a stranger with a camera or giving an
unknown man a handjob in a darkened movie theater.



Once inside the mall, Ashley ducked into a restroom to change her
clothes. Today she wore a simple white ribbed tank top that clung tight to
her lithe preteen body. Her breast buds poked temptingly through the
cotton top while the cool, air-conditioned mall hardened her perky nipples,
drawing all the more attention to her chest. Her shorts were also a pure
white that was predictably snug against her bottom. The shorts were made
out of spandex which allowed them to conform to every curve of her body.
Her butt cheeks were neatly cradled by the stretchy material, so skin-tight
that it was as if she was wearing nothing at all.



More importantly, however, the crotch of the shorts was so tight that
Ashley displayed a perfect little camel toe. The white spandex followed
every curve of her plump mound, with her eye-catching slit at the center of
attention. The pure white of her clothes contrasted well with her lightly
tanned skin. With her skinny frame and knobby knees, she was already every
lolita-lover's dream but now she had surpassed even that. Pleased with the
way she looked, Ashley confidently exited the restroom.



The reaction was immediate. Everyone was stealing glances or openly
staring at this young preteen girl dressed in virginal white as Ashley
walked through the mall. The boys surreptitiously stole glances while the
girls looked at her with jealousy or disgust. Even grown women raised
their eyebrows and tut-tutted as Ashley strolled through the mall
concourse. She felt her heart swell with pride at the attention. But what
interested the young girl most, of course, was the men who smoothly gazed
at her. She had developed a preference for these older and mature men.



She had stopped to study a mall map when a man approached her.



"Hello, miss," he said. "You're dressed quite pretty today, aren't
you?" Ashley blushed at his praise. He was an older man, probably in his
forties. Like the other men she'd met, he was dressed in a conservative
suit and tie. Although he was balding, his hair loss was happening in a
very graceful and distinguished manner that seemed to complement his
dignified attire. Ashley smiled at him.



"Thank you." She also decided she liked this straight-forward nature in
men, no beating around the bush or hemming and hawing. The man had come
straight out and told her she looked nice.



"Are you just shopping today?" he asked her.



"Yes, I just came by myself to have fun," Ashley said, slightly
embarrassed all of a sudden. "But I think I might head to the food court
to get something to eat."



"Well," the man said, "would you like to join me? I wasn't going to the
food court but I wanted to eat lunch at Ruby Tuesday."



He was referring to one of the sit-down restaurants in the mall. Ashley
had never been there before. "Okay," she said. They began walking. "My
name is Ashley, by the way."



"How do you do," the man said formally. "My name is Jules Brandt."



"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandt," Ashley said politely. He didn't object
to be referred to in such a formal matter. Ashley assumed that's the way
he wanted to be addressed.



They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately. The wait
staff seemed to be familiar with Mr. Brandt and they led him to a darkened
booth in the corner. Ashley felt a little out of place in such a fancy
restaurant. The dimly lit room was illuminated by small candles on the
tables while a thick carpet muffled their footsteps. The tables were
elegantly set with fine silverware and dishes, with elaborate floor-length
tablecloths draped over each table. Since it was the weekday lunch hour,
the restaurant was sparsely numbered with other customers.



Mr. Brandt slid gracefully into the circular corner booth. Ashley
followed his example, taking great care not to yank at the long tablecloth,
lest she pull it and all the tableware onto the floor. The waitress
brought them glasses of water and two menus.



"Tell me, young Ashley," Mr. Brandt said, sipping his water, "do you
always dress like this when you come to the mall?"



Ashley felt embarrassed again. She didn't know why it kept happening
around this older man. "Well, usually, yes," she replied.



"And why do you do that?"



Ashley paused a moment. Why _was_ she dressing like this? After
thinking a moment, she said, "Because it makes me feel pretty."



Mr. Brandt smiled at her. "Indeed it does. Do the boys notice when
you dress so prettily?"



"No. They're usually too shy to do anything but stare."



Mr. Brandt nodded gravely. "I see. That is often the case with young
boys."



"There's the older men, though," Ashley began. "They're usually
nicer... Much nicer."



A smile formed on Mr. Brandt's face. "Nicer? How?"



Ashley blushed again. "I don't know... They're just nice to me. I
don't know."



"And you enjoy it when these older men are... nice to you?"



Ashley nodded.



The waitress returned at that point. Ashley hastily flipped through the
menu while Mr. Brandt asked for the usual. She decided to order a
grilled-cheese sandwich. The waitress nodded and left.



Mr. Brandt watched her leave. "Ashley," he said, "you look like you're
shivering over there. Why don't you come sit closer to me?"



Ashley blinked. She wasn't cold at all, nor had she shivered.
Nonetheless, she slid herself over the smooth vinyl of the booth and moved
closer to Mr. Brandt, who put his arm around her. He pressed his nose to
the top of her head, sniffing her hair.





"Ah," he sighed. "There's nothing like the fresh scent of a pretty
little girl."



Ashley smiled. With his free hand, Mr. Brandt caressed her bare
shoulders for a moment. Ashley shivered, but not from being cold. A
little nervously, she cast her eye about the room. The restaurant was
largely empty. A few diners lingered across the room but there was no one
within fifteen yards of their booth. No one paid them any attention.



Mr. Brandt continued stroking her shoulder for a moment before creeping
his fingers to her chest area. Ashley held her breath and watched as his
fingers began to fondle her budding breasts through the cotton tank top.
Gently, he tweaked her nipples, rolling their hardness between his fingers.
The little preteen girl whimpered softly as the man touched her chest.



Pulling her closer to him, Mr. Brandt quickly slipped his hand below
the table. Without hesitation, he slipped his hand into the elastic waist
of her tight spandex shorts. Spreading her legs to offer him better
access, Ashley slouched a little lower in the vinyl booth. She was
surprised that she was so wet already for Mr. Brandt's finger slid
smoothly through her hairless slit. She sighed as his finger found her
clit and began to massage it in firm, confident strokes. A buzz of
electricity tingled her young body as the older man skillfully caressed her
pleasure button.



Ashley saw their waitress appear across the room, carrying a tray and
heading for their booth. "Um, Mr. Brandt," she murmured, "the waitress
is... coming..."



"Shh, just be still," he whispered in her ear. His finger continued to
rub her in a delightful manner but Ashley felt alarmed because the waitress
was quickly approaching. But Mr. Brandt still didn't let up. Biting her
lip, Ashley willed herself to maintain a normal expression. Her hands
gripped the tabletop desperately.



The waitress arrived and began setting out the dishes. Mr. Brandt just
smiled at her sweetly as continued fondling the preteen girl at his side.
Ashley's breath was ragged but she fought to maintain a neutral expression.
Just as the waitress was about done setting the dishes, Mr. Brandt dipped
lower and plunged his finger up to the second knuckle into the twelve year
old girl's unsuspecting vagina. Unable to contain herself, Ashley gasped
loudly from the sudden intrusion.



The waitress looked at her and frowned. "Is everything all right," she
asked, concerned.



"Uh, ooh, yes," Ashley grunted.



"Thank you," Mr. Brandt added. Confused, the waitress nodded and left
them alone. Once she was gone he slid his finger out of Ashley and
redoubled his efforts on her clit. The twelve year old gasped as he
increased the pressure against her pussy mound. It never felt this good
when she did it herself. Mr. Brandt's experienced fingers were pushing
her close to an orgasm in the restaurant. The thought of coming in a
public place sent a thrill of pleasure through the young girl. She was
naughty, she was dirty for letting this old man, this stranger touch her in
such a public place.



Ashley gripped the tabletop tighter as her orgasm approached. She
clutched the table so hard that her fingers were a pale white. Knowing she
wouldn't be able to contain herself, Ashley buried her face against Mr.
Brandt's shirt, pressing her nose against his chest.



"Ohh, ohh Goddd..." the twelve year old moaned as her clit spasmed. The
orgasm washed over her like a warm ocean tide, enveloping her entire body
in a sweet haze of pleasure. "Hnuh, nuh, uh... ooohh..." she moaned as
her noises were muffled against the older man's chest. Her senses slowly
returned to her and she loosened her grip on the tabletop. Lightheaded,
she pulled her face from Mr. Brandt's shirt and sat back against the cool
vinyl booth. Her face felt flushed.



Mr. Brandt gently extricated his hand from her tight spandex shorts.
Ashley watched as he brought his finger, shiny with her juices, to his
mouth and sucked his finger clean. "Delicious," he told her. "You're
every bit delectable as you look." He took her hand and moved it to his
crotch where his pants were tenting. Closing her fingers around his
hardness, he said, "Ashley, get under the table."



Ashley blinked, not sure if she had heard correctly. But Mr. Brandt
gave her an imploring look so she nimbly slid underneath the table. It was
dark under there since the floor-length tablecloth completely masked the
table. She watched as Mr. Brandt undid his pants and zipper. Then the
preteen girl saw her second adult penis is as many days. She was surprised
to see he wore no underwear.



Above her, she heard Mr. Brandt murmur softly, "Your mouth. Use your
mouth."



His penis protruded from his undone pants, still only partially hard.
Ashley hesitated a moment. She had never done this before. Opening her
mouth, she let the tip of it slide in. Her lips closed around his head and
she tentatively let her tongue caress the male organ in her mouth. It
tasted a bit like sweat, a sort of sweet and salty flavor, although the
scent was very masculine and unlike anything she had ever known. Closing
her fist around his shaft, Ashley began to stroke like the man in the
theater taught her yesterday. Her efforts were rewarded by the hardening
and lengthening of the penis before her.



Soon Mr. Brandt grew to his full length. Ashley stroked his smooth
shaft as she gave an experimental suck on the penis tip in her mouth. Mr.
Brandt moaned softly from beyond the tablecloth. Ashley enjoyed this
feeling of giving an older man pleasure. It gave her a sense of power and
control. She liked the way his hard penis felt as she moved her fist up
and down his shaft.



She heard another request from above the table. "Lick my balls," he
directed her.



Ashley complied. Pushing his hard cock up so it lay flat against his
belly, she moved her head closer to the sack at the base of him.
Cautiously, she extended her tongue and lightly traced her tongue on it.
Mr. Brandt sighed. Bolder now, she licked at the somewhat pebbled skin of
his sack, letting her tongue bump against the two globes inside. Mr.
Brandt's hands were also under the table now and they began to hold her
head and caress her face and hair.



Ashley let her sweet, preteen lips close gently around his testicle and
sucked. Mr. Brandt's cock lurched in her hand and his fingers closed
tight around her head. "You are so incredible, Ashley," he breathed. "So
incredible..."



Proud, Ashley moved back to his hard cock, this time letting more of it
slip into her hot, wet mouth. The young girl expertly jacked the man off
as her other hand continued to massage his sack. Mr. Brandt's hands
suddenly gripped her head tighter than ever and he pulled her preteen mouth
harder onto his cock. Ashley felt it reach the back of her throat and she
did her best to relax her gag reflex. Suddenly, the hard cock in her mouth
pulsated several times. She knew what was happening. A stream of fluid
erupted from Mr. Brandt's penis as he came, holding her head tight against
his crotch. Having no choice, Ashley swallowed, having only a brief chance
to taste his semen before it slid down her throat.



Once his spurting and pulsing stopped, Mr. Brandt relaxed his grip on
her head. Ashley felt his penis soften in her mouth. She sat back and
watched as he tucked his ever-softening penis back into his pants and
zipped himself up. Then she slid back up onto the booth, savoring the cool
fresh air above the table. Mr. Brandt smiled at her.



"Very talented, Ashley," was all he said.



Her grilled-cheese sandwich was cold by now, but she ate it anyway.
They finished the meal in silence. When the check came, Mr. Brandt handed
the waitress a credit card but he kept his wallet out. Thumbing through
some bills, he said, "Thank you, Ashley. I believe in rewarding
excellence. So for you..." He fanned out five $100 bills and laid it out
before her on the tablecloth.



Ashley was stunned. "For me?" she said wonderingly.



"For you."



She picked up the bills. $500! She had never seen one $100 bill
before, let alone five. The waitress returned with the bill, so Ashley
quickly tucked away the cash. Mr. Brandt signed for the bill and then
they both got up to leave.



"Well, Ashley," he said as they strolled along the mall concourse, "I
certainly hope to run into you again someday here at the mall. It's not
every day that one meets a young girl as beautiful and talented as you."



Ashley blushed at his praise. "Thank you," she said shyly.



He took her a hand and squeezed it. "Goodbye, then," he said.



"Bye." She watched him head for the mall exit. Opening her purse,
Ashley confirmed again that there really were five $100 bills in her
possession. They were still there. The twelve year old girl felt grown
up. For having so much money on the one hand. And on the other hand, she
was having sexual encounters with older men. Young Ashley was growing up
indeed.







************************

Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com






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