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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
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Brianna Gets Molested at the Mall Written by Janus Copyright 2003
It was November in Minnesota, almost the worst time to be in the
Midwest. It was already chilly but nowhere near as cold as it
would be in January or February. I work nights so my days are
free to do whatever I want. I enjoy going to the Mall of
America, not to shop, but to check out the sexy young girls that
are always cruising its shops. The scenery isn't quite as great
in the summer, but there's still an eyeful to be had.
Today I was aimlessly wandering the mall, stopping only to
casually follow any girls that got my eye. Despite the cold
weather, there were plenty of preteen girls wearing skintight
shirts and lowcut jeans. There's nothing I like more than the
sight of a pair of budding breasts poking through a t-shirt.
Then again, there's a lot to be said for a smooth tummy and
hip-hugging jeans that show off a twelve year old's crack when
she bends over.
I was getting progressively more horny when I wandered by a woman
with what looked to be an eight or nine year old girl. She was a
lovely creature with perfectly blond hair that was styled in a
simple haircut with bangs in front and flowing hair that reached
her shoulders. The little girl's face was adorned with a cute
little button nose and bright blue eyes. Even though I prefer
preteen girls, I was instantly smitten. The mother and daughter
pair walked into a GapKids. Casually, I followed them.
I strolled around the boys' section, pausing between racks of
clothes to admire the girl from across the store. She
occasionally disappeared from sight but I was able to catch
several glimpses of her as she paused to browse. She wore a pair
of jeans and plain white sneakers, nothing too fancy, with a red
top that stretched over her flat chest. I couldn't help but feel
a stirring from my crotch.
I was staring so hard I didn't notice her mother come up to her
and say something. My eyes were still glued when I felt someone
looking at me. I looked up to see her mother looking at me with
an expression of curiosity and annoyance. I quickly averted my
eyes but out of my peripheral vision I could see the woman take
her daughter by the hand and leave the store.
I let them walk for a few seconds before nonchalantly exiting the
store myself. I started following them at about fifteen yards or
so. I watched as they headed for the restrooms near the mall
exit. The girl sat down by herself on the bench as her mother
headed into the restroom. Perfect. Now I was (mostly) free to
check out the little girl as much as I wanted.
Again, my eyes were so glued to her petite, lithe body that I
didn't even notice the person approaching me from my right side
until we almost collided. Looking up, I so the girl's mom gazing
at me intently with slit eyes.
"Oh, um, excuse me..." I stammered, trying to walk around her.
Trying to keep my cool, I walked around her and headed for the
mall exit doors as if that's what I meant to do the whole time.
Busted, I thought to myself.
"Just a minute," the woman said, following me. I turned to see
her hurrying behind me, her daughter in tow. I tried to hurry
but she caught up and stopped me.
"What were you doing back there?" she asked me, her eyes
accusing.
My mind reeled for excuses. "What do you mean?"
"I saw you. Even before we went into GapKids. You were
following us."
"No I wasn't," I replied nervously. Was she going to call the
cops or something?
"Yes, you were," the woman said evenly, "you followed us into the
store and then you followed us here."
"I was just leaving," I said, reaching for the mall door. The
woman blockaded my passage, stepping in front of me.
"You were looking at my daughter, weren't you?" she said softly.
"No!" I insisted.
"Yes. Are you a pedophile?" she asked quietly.
"Look, I have to go," I said, avoiding her eyes. I cut around
her and opened the mall door. She hurried after me.
"Wait," she said. We were now in the foyer area of the mall exit
where a set of glass doors led to another set of glass doors with
the parking ramp on the other side. It was quieter here.
"I know what you are," the woman said steadily. "I want to make
you an offer."
I did a double-take. "What?"
"An offer," she repeated. The woman placed her hands on her
daughter's shoulders who stood in front of her. The little girl
didn't seem to be paying attention to this adult talk. Her eyes
craned past me back into the brightly lit mall.
"What kind of offer?" I asked cautiously. If this was a sting, I
knew I could plead entrapment if I let her do all the talking.
"I'll let you spend some... time with my daughter."
"Where? Be more specific." I asked.
She looked at me through her slitted eyes again. I could tell
she didn't like me. She probably hated herself for what she was
about to say.
"Look," she said quietly. "We're poor, okay? I'm only twenty
seven but I've been out of work for almost six months now. Me
and Brianna have been living out of a van since the summer." She
paused, still glaring at me. "I saw you. I saw the way you
looked at my daughter. So here's the deal: you can come to the
van and spend thirty minutes with her."
"Alone?" I asked.
Her eyes narrowed at me again. "No. I'm going to be there the
whole time. You can touch her but there's no contact other than
that. No undressing. You got it?"
I paused, considering the offer. It was unbelievable that I was
even hearing such a proposal. I felt like I was dreaming.
"How much do you want."
She hesitated a moment. "Two hundred."
"Two hundred? What if I want to touch beneath her clothes?"
She hesitated again. She was clearly torn between her daughter's
innocence and their own collective well-being. "Okay," she
conceded. "Three hundred for touching beneath clothes."
"Done," I said before she could think about it some more.
"We're parked over there," she said pointing. "You got the
cash?"
"No, I can use that ATM in there," I said. "I'll be right back."
I left them in the foyer entrance to the mall and hurried to the
cash machine. My fingers were shaking as I punched in my PIN
code. I couldn't believe this was happening. My entire body was
shaking in anticipation now. I withdrew $300 and put it in my
wallet. I was about to leave when I thought it might be better
to have more cash, just in case. Using another bank card from a
different account, I withdrew another $300.
Pocketing my wallet, I hustled back to the foyer. "Okay," I told
the woman. "I've got the money." I saw her swallow hard.
"All right," she said in a husky voice. "Let's go."
We exited the mall and entered the parking ramp. It was kind of
a stony silence walking along so I tried to make some
conversation.
"So what's your name anyway?"
She glanced at me briefly before answering curtly. "Tara."
Her tone of voice clearly indicated she didn't want to talk
anymore. We walked in silence until we reached an old Volkswagen
van. Tara pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. Brianna
jumped in immediately and sat down in a seat. Tara followed her
and I climbed in myself, shutting the door behind me.
The van had a familiar, lived-in smell to it. The rear of the
van had been converted into a bed and it was covered in sheets
and blankets. On the floor I saw some travel bags with clothes
spilling out, as well as a grocery bag filled with some canned
goods. I took the seat next to Brianna.
Tara got into the driver's seat and started the van. It
sputtered to life after the third time she revved the engine.
She turned on the heat full-blast. Turning back she spoke to her
daughter.
"Okay Brianna, honey," she said in a warm and perky 'mom' voice,
"This man is going to examine you now, okay? He's a doctor and
he's going to make sure you don't get sick this winter, okay,
honey?" She smiled at her daughter with a kind face but I could
tell she was getting torn apart inside.
"Okay, mommy," Brianna replied obediently. She looked at me for
the first time. I almost melted when I saw her glittering blue
eyes up close. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as I
reached for her.
"Come here, Brianna," I said. I remained sitting as she stood up
in front of me, her head just brushing the ceiling of the van.
"Take off your coat now... that's a good girl. How old are you?"
"Seven and a half," she replied.
"I see," I murmured as I ran my hands on her shoulders. The van
was starting to warm up but yet I could clearly sense her warm
skin underneath her t-shirt. Even at this slight touch of her
body, I felt my cock start to harden. I put my head to her chest
to listen to her heartbeat. I rubbed my ear against her flat
chest for a bit before settling down to listen.
"Good," I told her, "your heart sounds healthy enough." I ran my
hands over her body again, relishing her young skin against my
palms. My hands move to her face where I brushed her angelic
blond hair from her face and tucked it behind her little ears.
Her neck was a perfectly clear shade of ivory, soft and
unblemished.
"Let me look inside your ears now," I said, pulling her close so
that her skinny body pressed against my crotch. I moved my nose
to her neck and inhaled deeply. She smelled heavenly. Little
girls have such a delicate and alluring scent, slightly perfumed
with a hint of feminine musk. I glanced up and saw Tara with an
expression of pain and anger and humiliation on her face for
letting me touch her daughter like this.
"Turn around now, Brianna," I instructed her. She stood with her
back to me, facing her mother now. I ran my hands along her back
until I reached her little butt. I gently squeezed her flat
bottom as my cock strained against my jeans.
"Move a little closer... that's a good girl," I told her as I
pulled her close to my body again. Her back was now leaning
against my chest but more importantly, my hard cock now poked at
her butt through the material of our pants. Holding the seven
year old close, I ran my hands along her slim body, openly
caressing her as her mother watched. My fingers moved along to
her flat chest, massaging her.
"Brianna," I said, "I need to feel underneath your clothes now.
Is that okay?"
She looked at her mother for the answer. Silently, Tara nodded.
"Okay," Brianna told me. I thought I was going to cum right
there as the little seven year old girl gave me permission to
molest her.
Slipping my hands beneath her shirt, I rubbed her flat tummy a
bit before moving upwards to her chest. My rough fingertips
contrasted sharply with her smooth skin. I caressed her chest
for a moment before my wandering fingers detected a different
texture of flesh. I saw Tara's eyes glisten with tears as I
began to knead her daughter's nipples, squeezing them between my
thumb and forefinger. If Brianna felt anything, she betrayed no
reaction.
As I squeezed her baby nipples beneath her shirt, I pulled her
closer so my cock pressed harder against her lower back. I
wasn't being subtle about it and Brianna was clearly curious
about it.
"What's that?" she asked me.
"What's what?" I replied playfully.
"There's something hard pressing against me," she said, craning
her neck to look at me. I looked up to see Tara wipe a tear from
her eye and glare at me.
"It's my penis," I told the little girl.
"Oh," she said. That seemed enough to satisfy her curiosity. I
had no idea if she had seen a penis before or even knew what it
was. It didn't matter. I was ready to move to stage two.
"I just need to unbutton your jeans and check down there, okay,
Brianna?"
"You mean between my legs?" she asked naively.
"That's right," I said, fumbling with her jeans zipper.
"But mommy told me never to let anyone touch me down there," she
said, looking anxiously to her mother.
"It's okay, Brianna," Tara spoke, clearing her throat. She tried
to smile reassuringly. "He's a doctor."
Brianna nodded at her mother. Without wasting any time, I slid a
shaking hand past the elastic waistband of her underwear. My
palm glided along her smooth tummy as my fingers slid across her
hairless crotch. I savored the feeling as my fingers reached her
slit. I extended my middle finger and let it delve deeper,
letting my palm press harder against the plumpy flesh of her
crotch. My mouth was watering as my finger explored her private
parts, caressing the entrance to her tiny vagina.
I quickly removed my hand to lick my finger. Tara looked like
she was about to murder me as she saw me moisten my finger in my
mouth. My hand quickly returned to the seven year old's
treasure. Now slightly lubricated, my finger slid freely along
her slit, dipping down to her vagina before sliding back up to
the fleshy tissue of her pubic bone. I fondled some more until
my wandering finger settled on the little bump above her
entrance.
"Brianna," I said, "what does it feel like when I do this?"
The little girl hesitated. Her hands had moved to my knees and
she was gripping them tightly as I diddled her tiny clit.
"I don't know," she said finally. "It feels kind of funny."
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No..."
I fingered her faster, applying more pressure to her baby clit.
"What about when I go like this?"
Her hips bucked slightly as she breathed sharply. "Ummmm, no, it
doesn't hurt."
"Brianna," Tara interrupted, "if you don't like it, he doesn't
have to do that to you." She gave me a fierce look.
"Do you want me stop, Brianna?" I asked the little girl.
"Umm, no, it's okay," she said. I saw Tara swallow hard as her
daughter urged me on. Her lips were pursed in anger as she
looked at me coldly.
"Good girl, Brianna," I said. "I'm going to make it so you don't
get sick this winter okay?"
"Okay," she replied, ever obedient.
I doubled my efforts on her tiny clit, frigging her faster. I
could feel her little fingers gripping my knee very tightly now.
I looked down over Brianna's shoulder but all I could see was my
hand disappearing beneath the waistband of her underwear. I
wished she were naked, but rules were rules. Still, diddling a
seven year old girl, albeit clothed, in front of her mother was
still a pretty good deal. I could feel my cock leaking cum as it
pressed hard against her back.
I moved my free hand to her front so it rested against her flat
tummy. Little Brianna must have been feeling pretty good by now
because she was thrusting her hips forward, presenting her open
crotch to my finger. The sexy young girl was even arching her
back slightly as I continued my relentless diddling of her clit.
The little seven year old was definitely getting wet now. My
finger rubbed smoothly against the small bump of flesh that must
have been generating powerful waves of pleasure in her young
body. The telltale scent of her arousal emanated from her
underpants, a sharp and pungent odor that made my cock even
harder. Despite her youth, her blossoming girlhood was evident.
And then it happened. Brianna's little pussy had been getting
wetter and wetter when I felt her tummy tense up beneath my hand.
The seven year old girl's body went taut as her first orgasm
rippled through her body. Her mouth fell half-open and I heard a
single "Ahhhhh" of pleasure. Her hips bucked once against my
hand, and then again, and finally a third time before her young
body finally relaxed and she went limp.
"All right, I think that's enough for now, 'Doctor,'" Tara said
frostily. I removed my hand from her daughter's underwear. My
finger was shiny with her girl juices. Looking Tara in the eye,
I sucked my finger clean, relishing the pungent taste of her
seven year old daughter.
"That's enough," Tara snapped at me. She got up and pulled her
daughter's body away from me, still limp as she basked in the
afterglow. Tara buttoned up Brianna's jeans and said, "Okay,
Brianna, why don't you go lie down in the back for a while?"
Obediently, Brianna shuffled back to the rear of the van. Tara
glared at me.
"That wasn't part of the deal for you to do that," she hissed at
me.
"You said I could touch," I replied. "And so I did. It's not my
fault your daughter enjoyed it so much."
"She didn't enjoy it!" Tara exploded. "You molested her!"
I shrugged. "Isn't that what we agreed on?"
Tara fumed for a bit. I could see she was clearly angry at
herself as well for prostituting her daughter like this. "Okay,"
she said finally. "Where's the money?"
I opened my wallet and counted out $300. I handed it to her.
"Three hundred. For touching beneath her clothes." Tara
practically tore the money from my hand. She started counting it
again herself.
"You know," I said, "I know your daughter is off limits but I've
got more money if you're willing to do something for me."
She gave me a withering stare. "What," she said flatly.
I didn't beat around the bush. "I want you to go down on me."
"How much?"
"Hundred bucks," I told her.
Tara swallowed hard. She tucked the $300 into her pocket. "All
right," she said at length. "I'll tell Brianna to wait for me
inside the mall." She got up to rouse her tired daughter, wiped
out after her first orgasm.
"No," I said stopping her. Looking Tara in the eye, I said, "I
want Brianna to watch."
"What?" Tara exploded again. "Are you crazy? I'm not going to
let my daughter see that."
"She doesn't have to participate. She's just going to watch.
I'll give you $200."
Tara hesitated again, torn between money and protecting her
daughter. "If she watches," she repeated.
"$200 if Brianna can watch you suck me off," I said, not mincing
words.
Tara looked at me like I was something she'd scraped off her
shoe. "All right, you sick bastard. She can watch." She went
to her half-conscious daughter lying in the back.
"Brianna?" she said, gently shaking her shoulder, "are you wake,
honey? I need you to get up. Mommy's going to examine the
doctor now, okay? I want you to watch."
The tired little girl stirred. "Why mommy?" she said sleepily.
"You just need to watch, honey," Tara said quietly. "You'll
learn about the body, okay?"
"Okay," Brianna said. Her mother led her back to the front of
the van where she sat down in the passenger seat. The young girl
looked expectantly at her mother and me.
"I'm going to make sure the doctor doesn't get sick now," Tara
told her daughter. "It's like he just did for you, but it's a
little different for men. You just watch, okay?" Brianna
nodded.
I sat back as Tara knelt before me on the van floor. I undid my
pants. My cock was still rock hard. I watched Brianna as I
pulled it out. Her eyes were watching curiously my erect cock
came into view. Her eyes were glued to my piece of meat, not
even bothering to look me in the eyes. I felt incredibly turned
on to expose this little girl to her first sight of cock.
Tara leaned in close. I watched Brianna's expression change to
surprise as her mother opened her mouth and engulfed my cock.
Tara was a pro. Her soft lips looked very sexy as they slid up
and down my pole. She was pretty hot too, in her own right, but
her daughter turned me on even more. Brianna continued to watch
as her mother fisted my hard cock.
Tara was doing an excellent job. I think she thought it would be
best to get me off as soon as possible so the ordeal could be
over. Her tongue flitted playfully against the tip of my cock
before she swallowed as much of my shaft as she could. Brianna
was enraptured by these proceedings. The thought of the seven
year old watching her mother give a blowjob turned me on so much
that I was ready to cum already.
"Wait," I said, stopping Tara's bobbing head. "Stop." Tara
stopped and looked at me quizzically.
"I'll give you an extra fifty dollars," I said, "if I can cum on
your daughter's face." I watched Tara's shocked expression give
way to rage.
"No way!" she said. "You're not coming near my daughter again!"
"One hundred then," I told her. "That'll be three hundred
dollars total."
Tara hesitated. I pressed on. "Three hundred dollars. Brianna
won't have to touch me or anything. I'll just jack off on her
face."
Tara lowered her eyes. "Okay. You can do it." She got up and
led her daughter back to the rear of the van. I heard her
speaking softly to her daughter.
"Just lie down again, honey," she said in a soothing tone. "The
doctor is going to do something now but I don't want you to worry
or be afraid, okay? It's not going to hurt or anything. I
promise."
I followed them back to the makeshift bed. Brianna lay down near
the edge, her mother sat cross-legged next to her daughter while
I leaned in close. I continued jerking off and moved closer
until my cockhead was only inches from Brianna's little chin and
pouty lips. The young girl gazed in wonder as she got a closeup
look of my hard cock. Tara tried to comfort her by brushing her
hair from her face and caressing her neck but Brianna paid no
attention. She was too captivated by my manhood displayed before
her.
I felt an approaching orgasm stir inside me. "Here it comes," I
said softly as I jerked off above the hypnotized little girl.
"Brianna," Tara instructed, "close your eyes, baby." She swept
her hand over Brianna's eyes. I leaned in even closer over
Brianna as she pinched her eyes shut. I groaned as I felt the
orgasm hit me, the pleasure exploding as my cock throbbed in my
fist. The first shot of semen erupted powerfully from my cock
and splashed against Brianna's forehead. Startled, she opened
her eyes.
"Mommy, wh-" Brianna opened her mouth to speak but was silenced
by another shot of hot cum from my cock. Her mouth was half-open
as she spoke and the seven year old was rewarded by a mouthful of
my cum shooting into her mouth. The little girl blinked in
surprise as my cum landed on her tongue.
"Stop that!" Tara shouted, trying to push me away. I stood my
ground and held her back. My third shot draped a glistening
string of semen across Brianna's little baby cheeks. After
that, my orgasm finally began to subside but stray drops of cum
still dribbled onto Brianna's chin. Drained, I fell back onto a
seat.
"Hold still, baby," Tara said, reaching for a Kleenex. She wiped
my cum off her daughter's face.
"Mommy, what happened?" Brianna demanded. "What was that in my
mouth? It tasted funny."
Her mother finished wiping her off and then took her into her
arms. "Shush honey, it's okay now. It was nothing. Do you want
to spit it out?"
Brianna shook her head. "I already swallowed it."
Tara glared at me as she consoled her daughter. I smiled at her
and zipped up my pants. Pulling out my wallet, I handed her the
rest of the cash I had. Tara took it without even counting it.
"Thank you, Tara. Thank you, Brianna," I said. "I hope you have
enough money now."
"Just leave," Tara said, tight-lipped. Shrugging, I let myself
out of the van and walked back to the mall. I was in a complete
daze. It felt like an incredible dream, getting to molest a
seven year old like that. I might have even thought it really
was a dream, if it weren't for the pungent scent of her pussy
juice still on my fingers.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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