All characters 18 and consenting. Read part one for context. Happy reading xx

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I couldn’t believe my morning. I fucked Georgia in the back of her workplace. My head spun rapidly, now sitting on a mall bench as numerous people passed me by.

I ran a quick, stealthy hand over my balls. Fuck. She had drained me, I felt so empty, so relieved. Every time I closed my eyes to blink, or felt my mind wander off from the task at hand, her beautiful body entered my waking dreams.

I couldn’t deny it, I was obsessed. Taking a deep drink of my iced coffee I looked down at my watch; 1:50pm

Fuck. Could time move any slower?

A twinge of anxiety and embarrassment rolled over me. Had I really been waiting for the better part of two hours to see her? To feel her again?

I had to get up and walk around, get the blood moving, lest my cock rip through my shorts. Standing now I walked back down the long stretching aisle.

It was a different world when you noticed the patrons. Young and old, spry and fit, large and curvaceous. The mall was a visual feast if you just knew where to look.

Finishing my drink I chucked it in a nearby bin, almost bumping into an elderly man who also was trying to use the bin. His suit was crisp and recently dry cleaned, his hair immaculate and sharp.

Yet here I was, standing in a baggy t shirt and cum covered sweatpants. My mind began to wonder again, remembering the delicate little details of Georgia’s outfit.

The way her top two shirt buttons hung loosely, presenting her cleavage to the shoppers, how her black work pants grabbed and gripped her lovely long legs in all the right spots. How her ass begged to be squeezed as her hips swung from side to side. Oh! And the boots. Those fucking boots.

“Are you alright young man?” The elderly gentlemen said, his croaky old voice starling me from my daydream.

“Huh?” Oh yeah. I’m fine.” I said standing more upright and smiling.

The man raised a quizzical eyebrow, gesturing down with his eyes to my pants.

Fuck.

I was hard again. The bulge ever so clear from within my grey sweats.

“Something on your mind?” He said, gently ribbing me as old men were prone to do.

“Someone.” I said, adjusting myself away from his prying eyes.

The gentlemen handed me a cologne bottle from his pocket, encouraging me to spray myself, to cover the obvious sexual musk. Giving it back he smiled at me longingly, like a father does to a son;

“Let me tell you something kid. If you got a woman that makes your life easy but your cock fucking hard, hold onto her.” He said, his thick Boston accent slurring certain words, gesturing towards his left hand.

Revealing a wedding ring he smiled once more before walking away; “I know I did.”

2pm. I had made it, casually I walked in the store to see another staff member coming from the backroom, Georgia still lent up against the register, engulfed by pure boredom.

Walking up to her, I smirked, my confidence getting the better of me, with a crude smile I said; “hey there gorgeous, heard you’re finishing up.”

Distractedly she looked up from her phone. Almost not recognising me she shrugged limply; “Yeah I guess.”

Feeling a little emasculated, I asked timidly; “Can, can I at least walk you to your car?”

Grabbing her black purse, she threw it over her shoulder, the silver chain falling between her two big tits.

“Yeah sure… I guess.” She said, taking no time to leave the store, her coworker barely having enough time to make it to the register before a new customer came up.

Following her like a love sick puppy she walked with authority through the crowds of people, my eyes completely fixated on her lovely ass.

In what felt like a blur of time lost to her ass, we arrived at her car in the underground car park. There were literal hundreds of cars with families, men and teens disembarking from them.

Heavy shopping trolleys and large grocery bags swung toward the parked cars as laugher and general discussion filled the open air. It was packed.

Georgia opened the drivers’ side door and put the key in the ignition, her CD player blasting a band I hadn’t heard before, the male singer’s voice so high.

“Who’s the band?” I asked, trying to strike up a conversation

Gesturing to a sticker that read ‘SWS’ on her bumper she shrugged at me; “You wouldn’t know them.”

“Yeah you’re right - but I’d like to.” I replied trying to get her to speak, to at least acknowledge me.

“Uh huh” she answered, barely awake.

“Look, did I do something wrong? You just seemed to have forgot about earlier.” I asked, wondering if she even remembered me at all.

“I see a lot of people at work.” She said dismissively, her tone bratty and dry.

Defeatedly I went to leave, my shoulders sunk and courage dismissed. As I took a step away I heard her open her backseat;

“Hey, if you want to help, or whatever…can you help me lift this box? I gotta take it back in.”

Deciding to leave on a positive note I walked over to the still running car. Upon poking my head in I saw an empty back seat.

Feeling a forceful push I was launched into the backseat, turning over onto my back to see Georgia ravenously diving into the backseat too, slamming the door behind her.

Cramped and confused I felt her hands slam down onto my legs before slithering up towards my now firm cock.

Pulling my sweats down with one hand as she undid her pants button with the other I helped her slide the tightly fitting work wear to around her knees.

Pulling my dick free, it absolutely dripping with anticipation, she exclaimed excitedly;

“Ooh big boy is ready to play!” She said, wasting no time.

Hoping onto my lap, facing me, she pulled me into her warm awaiting pussy. Collectively we gasped at the slide in, I felt her fingers dig into my back as my nerves came to life.

Bouncing now, the stereo still playing, I felt her wet pussy engulf my cock. With each bob I let out a deep passionate moan. Grabbing her shirt with both hands as she smashed her soft lips against mine, I ripped it off, chucking it into the front seat.

Speeding up now, her riding effortless and euphoric, she un-clipped her lacy gothic bra, her big heavy boobs spilling from their confinement.

The lovely nipples were pierced on both sides, the nipples firm and begging to be sucked. As she rode me, her pussy juice soaked my cock and her backseat. I took her hard, amazing breasts into my hands, squeezing them.

Roaring to life with pleasure as I squeezed she leaned into me, her fat ass smacking down onto me. Taking her left nipple into my mouth I sucked deeply.

“Uh uh oh fuck, don’t stop.” She shrieked her voice as high in octave as the singer on the radio.

Heeding her instructions I kept sucking and licking, adding in a slight light nibble every so often, driving her wild.

I could feel the pressure building, my balls and shaft tightening as the goddess goth rode my cock like a stallion she stole.

Sucking harder now, she screamed in ecstasy, her car windows fogged. Slamming herself down onto my cock, my long thick dick penetrating her deeply, she grabbed my face, forcing me to stare at her;

“Oh fuck oh fuck. I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum.” She cried through heavy breathy moans.

How fucking erotic. As if her words were magic I felt myself climbing the mountain of pleasure rapidly, the precipice seconds away.

Gripping my hair hard she pushed her face against mine, planting a passionate kiss.

I came hard.

Hugging into her tightly, pulling her face into my neck I heard her roar as her juices cascaded down my legs. She was oozing out as I was shooting up. Fuck.

Her warm pussy gripped me as I wiggled inside her, my balls emptying again, pumping the fattest, largest load of my life into her tight young pussy.

Falling into me, her body going limp as she rattled and jiggled like the car. I slid out as we rolled onto our backs, barely able to share the seats in the cramped car.

Panting collectively, she reached for her shirt as I pulled up my sweats.

Sitting up now, we combed our hair and regained our composure, our bodies sore yet equally exhilarated. Peeking out the window I remembered all at once where we were, the thought of being seen almost bringing me to full mast yet again.

Pulling her pants up, and redressing fast she jumped from the back seat to the front, as I sat barely conscious as the pleasure ran across my body like water over a cliff.

Hearing her seatbelt clasp and the radio turn down she looked over her seat toward me, her face soft and kind.

Through messy hair and smudged makeup she blew me a kiss and asked softly;

“I just got a free ride, how about I give you one. Where’s your house? I’ll drive.”

Before being able to answer the car took off. Clipping my seatbelt in I smiled and gave her the directions.

What a day at the mall this turned out to be.

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Part 3 coming soon. Shoutout to all the goths and emos honeys out there. Y’all are sexy as hell.