"Well, now that she's properly trained, I'll take her," you say confidently.
"Oh, yes," Wendy agrees, although she seems somewhat confused. "Where were you taking her again?"
"You agreed to give her to me as my sex slave for the rest of the day," You answer as you walk over to Mallory and give her bare, red ass a squeeze. The girl squeaks with surprise and pain as her ass is still sensitive from the hard spanking. This also seems to snap her back to attention, as she looks at her mother with wide eyes.
"You did...?" Mallory asks, experiencing a bout of confusion even more intense than her mother.
"Of course I did," Wendy says with assured conviction, her own confusion already gone as she believes that she truly signed up her daughter to be a stranger's cumdumpster. "It seemed like an excellent learning opportunity for you. Although, my memory must be failing me—what was your name again, sir?"
"John Doe," you declare as you look down at Mallory. "Now that she's been properly disciplined, I'm sure she'll be an excellent fuck toy. I'm sure you can't wait to serve me, right, Mallory?"
"Yes, sir," she says, suddenly over her shock at being turned into a sex slave. "Please fuck me as much as you would like!" she adds on, her obedience quickly kicking in.
"Naturally," you agree. "Now, pull your clothes up already. You look stupid," you command, causing Mallory to blush as she hurriedly does as she's asked. You turn to Wendy, "I'll make sure she gets back home by tonight."
"Thank you, dear," Wendy says with a light smile. "Remember, Mallory," she addresses her daughter, "You're to let him cum inside of you as much as he pleases, okay? Do anything he asks."
"Yes, Mother," Mallory says with a small nod, completely understanding of her new position and following all orders without question.
After exchanging some contact information, you go your separate ways, Wendy having no qualms at all about her daughter going off with a strange man to be his sex slave for the day. Mallory equally seems to be at ease, following along close behind you and occasionally looking at you as you walk with her.
As you walk in, you see there's a few people waiting to put in their orders, but you just walk to the head of the line. The guy in the front you gives you an angry look and is just about to say something when you interrupt him.
"Thanks for letting me cut ahead of you in line. I'm that player from your favorite sports team, by the way," you quickly spout as the first thing that comes to mind. It's a really stupid lie, but sure enough the man's face goes from angry to smiling.
"Oh, no way! Go right ahead, man! It's awesome to meet you," he says with energetic vigor as he reaches his hand out and you give him a handshake as you chuckle at the way people believe anything you say.
Turning back to the counter, you see Katie, the cute girl who sometimes mans the register when you come in. The only reason you know her name is because of her name tag, and the only reason she would know yours is if she had seen it on your credit card when you paid. She's got a cute, round face with brunette hair currently tied back into a bun. The shop's uniform of a black polo shirt and slacks isn't super sexy, but you can tell she's got a nice body.
"Hi! What are you having today?" she asks you with a courteous smile. After you order the usual, she punches in some keys on the register and nods, looking back to you. "Okay, that'll be—"
"Oh, I don't need to pay," you interject, causing a brief looking of puzzlement from her. "I'm the guy your store offers all of its goods to me for free. I'm sure you've heard of your bosses talk about me—I'm John Doe."
"Oh! Mr. Doe!" she says with a small laugh, nodding to herself in understanding. "I'm terribly sorry. I'm kind of out of it, today. In that case, enjoy your meal!"
She hands you the neatly wrapped sandwich with a smile, something that you respond to with your own smile as you gently take it from her hands.
As you are about to head over to a table and start eating your sandwich, you notice Mallory who has been standing off to the side awkwardly, still being good and submissive since you said she would be. She's blushing madly, obviously thinking about how you're about to use her in public. Turning back to Katie, you raise a quick question. "Also, I'm going to fuck my sex slave while I'm here. That's not a problem, is it?"
"Not at all!" she politely confirms, her smile not missing a beat. "All we ask is that you don't bother other customers too much."
"Of course, thanks," you say as you walk over to one of the tables. Mallory looks at the chair and absentmindedly touches her sore bum through her skirt as if she were thinking about taking a seat. "Oh, don't worry about sitting down Mallory, you're going to bend over the table."
"Yes, sir," she says as she stands next to the table and leans over it, supporting herself on her hands.
Some of the people in the shop look over quizzically, catching your attention rather quickly. "It's okay," you tell them as you turn to them, keeping a casual and indifferent attitude. "She's my personal whore, so I'm just going to fuck her brains out while I eat."
You hear a variety of understanding confirmations as everyone goes back to their food and conversations, already dismissing you and Mallory from their thoughts and thinking nothing strange of a girl being fucked in a store.
Putting your attention back to your food and your slave, you use Mallory's back as a table as you put your sandwich down on her so that you can reach under her skirt and pull her panties back down around her knees. You flip her skirt up so it's out of the way and so that you have access to her still red ass and tight looking pussy. Undoing your pants, you pull out your cock, slapping the semi-hard shaft against her ass cheeks until it reaches its full level of potency. You have a feeling it will need it to get into that tight space.
Your feelings are confirmed as you push the head of your cock against her pussy lips, sliding in with a little effort as your penetrate her. You grip her hips and pull yourself all the way in, Mallory moaning the whole way as she is split wide open. "There we go," you say with a relaxed smile before commanding her further. "Now, move back and forth on it."
Picking up your sandwich off her back, you start eating as Mallory obediently and submissively fucks herself on your hard pole. You look around again, and while a few people are watching, they just seem interested and not shocked.
The good feelings you're getting as you eat the delicious sandwich and have a beautiful girl submitting herself to your sexual desires in the middle of a public place are slowly bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. Over the next few minutes, you finish your sandwich and Mallory continues to fuck your member as if it were a stationary dildo. Wiping some crumbs off on Mallory's shirt like it's your napkin, you then take hold of her hips again, stopping her movement so you can start your own. Eager to finish and spill your seeds within her womb, you fuck her hard and fast, the amazing feelings of her tight cunt contracting around your shaft sending you into an entirely different world of pleasure. Your thrusts are so hard she drops down from her hands so that her head is lying on the table, looking to the side as her hands grip onto the edge for dear life.
The contact of your bodies fills the restaurant with a loud slapping sound and gradually grows in intensity, causing an older woman nearby to look over and speak up. "Excuse me, do you think you could be a little bit quieter while you fuck your slut?"
"It's okay, I'll be...finished...soon!" you say as you reach your climax, shooting your cum up into Mallory's pussy and filling her up with load after load of thick, sticky, seed. She takes deeps breaths as her insides are painted with your creamy goodness, having obviously enjoyed that as much as you were. Seeing that you've finished, the older woman turns back to her table, no longer bothered by the situation. When you come down, you slide your cock out of her and do your pants back up. Mallory hesitantly stands back up straight and does the same with her panties, pulling them up to her cum-leaking pussy where they are then immediately stained. You're sure that not too long ago she would be complaining up a storm about that, but now she pays it no mind.
"Did I do a good job? As your...sex slave?" the spoiled blonde asks hesitantly, her character still that of a submissive slave.
"Yes, Mallory. A very good job," you congratulate her as you take a seat at the table for a moment. Now that you've filled your belly and had your way with Mallory, you contemplate what to do next. As you begin to think, you figure you might as well mess around with your plaything—beckoning Mallory, you turn her around as she approaches you and seat her in your lap, placing your hands underneath her shirt and undoing her bra. Putting the white laced bra on the empty seat next to you, you begin to fondle and grope her bare breasts underneath her shirt, tweaking her nipples every so often which elicits small, cute moans from her.
With your slave's soft, round tits in your hands, you continue to think about what to do next. One thing that comes to mind is how you have to keep explaining things whenever you do something inappropriate in public, much like how you had to talk with the cop when that girl outside the supermarket jerked you off and when they made an announcement in the supermarket. Maybe you should find some way to announce to everyone that it's fine for you to do whatever you want in public. Then again, it is kind of funny, so maybe not.
Your eyes wander the store as you continue to think of possibilities. Katie catches your eye again and the thought of plowing her from behind while she handles customer orders comes to mind. Another possible scenario that comes to mind is sharing Mallory and forcing her to serve other guys—turning such an innocent girl into a public cum depository could be fun.
Well, what do you want to do from here? |