Control my pussy in the Mall until my squirt PLEASE!!!
The sun was shining brightly as Ana exited the mall, her heart pounding with anticipation. She clutched her purse tightly, knowing the secret it held – a sleek, powerful vibrator connected to her lover’s phone via the internet. With a few taps, he could control the device, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her untouched lower lips. And today, he planned to have some fun.
As Ana walked through the bustling crowds of shoppers, her phone buzzed, alerting her to a new message from her paramour. “I’m taking control now, mi amor. Your pleasure belongs to me,” the text read, sending a thrill down her spine.
Moments later, a distant buzzing began between Ana’s thighs, intensifying as she strutted down the mall’s main corridor. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying her undue attention, she relaxed into the sensation. The toy pulsed within her, squeezed by velvety walls as it sent pleasure signals to her brain.
Reaching the central courtyard, Ana felt the toy surge to life with a new frequency – a fast, rhythmic vibration that threatened to expose her heightened arousal. Pressing her thighs together, she leaned against a shopping cart, eyes half-lidded as she focused on the tantalizing sensations coursing through her body. Giggling highschoolers and haggard mothers flittered in and out of existence around her as her world narrowed to the hum of technology deep inside her core.
Spotting a secluded hallway, Ana took the opportunity to duck away, pulling her dress up around her waist to let the toy work its magic unimpeded. She gasped as it buzzed steadily past her threshold of tolerance, her abs clenching with impending orgasm. Placing a hand over her mouth, she bit down on fingers to stifle a scream as pleasure overtook her senses and she came violently on the device.
As aftershocks trailed through her body, Ana regained her senses enough to slip away without drawing notice. Laboring to collect herself and leave the hallway, she noticed a lone security guard dawning a knowing grin as he passed by. Mortified, Ana rushed out to the parking lot, her mind reeling with horror at being discovered in such an intimate moment.
She needn’t have worried – as she settled into the passenger seat, her phone buzzed with a text of cruel satisfaction. “Gracias por la demostracion, mi amor. You were a true doll, making those love juices soak through your panties like a proper slut. But you haven’t seen anything yet – that max setting did you in far too quickly. I want you to squirt for me, and I don’t give a shit who’s watching, you filthy little minx. So get out there and impress me.”
By now Ana’s clit was swollen and engorged, pussy a seething cauldron of desire. She knew if her lover pushed her further, she wouldn’t be able to resist, no matter how crowded the mall became. And that’s exactly what he did.
For the next four hours, Ana became his plaything, tossed about on a sea of vibrations as her lover swelled into her unsuspectingly. The toy cycled through buzzing patterns, each taller and more severe than the last, filling her with a bizarre mix of dread and anticipation.
She wandered the small in a daze, popping into stores to hide away when the intensity threatened to overcome her. Whenever merchants and shoppers glanced her way questioningly, she flashed them a vacant grin before darting off to find new privacy.
As the sun began to set, Ana’s lover finally switched on the device to full power. It was all she could do to keep from falling to her knees as the toy pounded her G-spot, bringing her to edge after edge while eyeing her surroundings in terrified arousal. Within a handful of furious buzzes, she came with a vengeance, fluids gushing from her mauled cut and soaking through her clothing.
Trembling with exhaustion, Ana finally made it back to her car, wondering how many shoppers had seen her quivering in ecstasy, and how many more were about to. Shopping bags untouched, she collapsed into the driver’s seat and began the long trip home. Her mind swam with images of her lover using her so completely, of being so thoroughly dominated for his pleasure while completing simple errands.
Next time he wanted her to strip on camera and shove tampons in her ass before meeting him for dinner. She knew she’d be powerless to refuse. Her reward for obedience was pleasure, and that was the only currency that mattered.
