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It was Saturday, and I was at the mall with my friends. We'd spent most of the day goofing off, playing games at the arcade, browsing, and were now lounging in the food court. A man was seated alone at a nearby table, and I kept noticing him looking over at me. In fact, I'd noticed him throughout the day. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was following me and my friends. It was getting late, and the stores were closing soon. One by one, my friends left to go catch their respective buses home. I wanted to be last, because there was something I wanted to do, and I didn't want my friends to know. I looked over at the man. He was still looking at me. I blushed, and averted my gaze, but couldn't help but sneak a look. He was older, much older. Easily sixty. He was balding, and somewhat chubby, with a double chin, and jowls. He wore a tan windbreaker over a teal polo shirt, and brown khakis. I couldn't see his shoes, but he had a small carry on bag with him. I wondered why he kept staring, but put it out of my mind as I rose to exit the food court. I had less than one half hour before the stores closed, so I had to hurry. The man rose and followed me.

I made my way to the lingerie shop and, feeling nervous, went in and started perusing gstrings. An attendant came up to me, and noticing I seemed nervous told me to relax, and that she was here to help.

"Buying something for the girlfriend? No need to be nervous. Let's get you sorted."

If only she knew they were for me, she understand why I was so nervous. She asked what colour my "girlfriend" liked, and what her dimensions were, roughly.

"She's shorter than me, " I lied, " but about the same size at the hips."

I was quite slim for my age, and was always teased for it. I had told the attendant that my imaginary girlfriend liked pink, and she had picked a few pink gstrings out. I chose the one I liked, paid for it, and left. I found the nearest trash bin, and threw the bag and receipt out. I pulled the tags off, careful not to tear the gstring, and threw those out as well. That's when I noticed the man again. He was across the way, watching me in the reflection of a store window. I blushed furiously! Had he seen me? Did he somehow know what I was doing? I told myself I was being paranoid, and walked away.

I had intended to wait until I got home to try it on, but having it in my pocket aroused me, so I decided to find a restroom. There was one around the corner, and down a hall, and when I got in, it was empty. With closing time minutes away, the security guards were soon going to do the rounds, locking all of the doors, so I had to hurry. I slipped into a stall, closed and locked the door, and then quickly took my shoes, pants and boxers off. I slid the gstring on, and enjoyed the feel of the lace on my skin. I quickly put my pants and shoes back on, pocketed my boxers, and exited the stall. I made my way towards the parking garage that had an elevator to the overpass where I caught my bus. The man, it seemed, had stopped following me.

When I got to the garage, the man was there, at the elevator. He didn't look over, so I assumed he was there to take the elevator to whatever level his car was parked on. I got there just as the elevator arrived, and the doors opened. We got in together.

"What floor?" he asked.

I told him fourth, and he pressed the button. As the elevator started to rise, he turned to me, and spoke.

"I've been watching you all day. You make me quite horny."

I was speechless! This perv had been stalking me all day! As I let this sink in, he reached for something in his bag, and having found it, hit the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched, and stopped. He showed me what he had taken from his bag: a large dildo. My heart started pounding. What the hell was he going to do?

" You made me horny all day, and now you're going to service me."

"Fuck you! I'm not into men, perv!" and I reached for the elevator button.

" But you do like to wear women's clothes, don't you? I saw where you shopped. Saw you throw the bag away, and watched as you found a restroom. I bet if I pulled your pants down right now, you'd have whatever you bought on. Do you friends know you're a sissy?"

I froze. I didn't know what to do. What if the next time he saw me and my friends, he said something? No matter what, they would at least suspect what he said might be true, and rumours would start. My mind was racing.

"Please don't tell." I begged.

"If you do what I tell you, I'll keep your secret." he replied. " now pull down your pants!".

I undid my belt and fly, and pulled my pants down. I was embarrassed that he was right, and looked at the floor.

" I thought so." he said smirking. " I bet you feel sexy in your gstring. Slutty. Well slut, turn around!"

I did as commanded, and turned to face the wall, he took hold of my hips, and pulled them out, forcing me to lean against the wall with my elbows. He then spread my legs, and without warning, pulled the gstring aside, and pushed the dido into my ass, with no lube, all the way in. It hurt, but surprisingly, also felt good. I became aware that I had become slightly aroused. What was happening!? He turned be back around, pressed me against the wall.

"Make sure that dildo stays in your ass, slut!" he growled. "Now get on your knees like a good little bitch!"

I didn't know what to do, but before I could think of anything, he pushed me down to my knees, undid his pants, and pulled his cock out. It was semi-hard, and dangling in my face. It was think, but it didn't look like it would get much longer if it was fully hard. He pressed it against my lips. My head was swimming! He was going to make me give him a blowjob!

"Put it in your mouth, whore!" he commanded.

I didn't want him to tell my friends about my gstring, so I put it in my mouth, sliding his head over my lips, and into my warm mouth. Maybe this was all he wanted, and he'd be satisfied, and leave?

"Make it hard. Suck it!"

I reluctantly began sucking. I'd been given blowjobs before, and had watched enough porn to have an idea what to do. I started sliding my mouth along his shaft, bobbing on it. I felt it get hard in my mouth, and was surprised when I realized that it was making me horny. Wasn't disgusted by having a cock in my mouth, I was excited! I noticed how pleasurable the taste, and feel were, and how the harder he got, the better I felt. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel and taste it, to please him. The more I thought about it, the more I enjoyed sucking, starting to moan as I did.

" I knew you'd like sucking my cock. I could tell just by looking at you. Keep sucking. Make me feel good."

Suddenly, I was determined to give him the best blowjob I could. I wanted him to tell me he enjoyed it. That it gave him pleasure. I started stroking while sucking, pausing to lick his shaft, and surprised myself by licking his balls. When he started to moan, I felt immense satisfaction. I sucked and stroked, massaging his balls, and moaning more and more as I did. I loved the texture, feeling my mouth full of his cock, the taste. Sucking his cock made me feel so sexy! Without warning, he grabbed my head, and grunting, shot his hot load into my mouth. Jet after jet filled my mouth. He kept shooting. My mouth was full! I was amazed at how God it made me feel to have his cum in my mouth, and how much I liked the taste. I swallowed, and he pulled out, still hard.

"Open and show me it's all gone."

I opened my mouth, and showed him I had swallowed his cum.

" Good whore," he said, " I bet you liked that! Now get up and face the wall again! I've been horny all day, and you're going to make sure I'm properly satisfied before I let you go."

I rose, and knowing what he wanted, propped myself against the wall with my hands and elbows, sticking my ass out and spreading my legs. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe what I was was feeling. I'd given my first blowjob, and loved it, and now I was going to get fucked. And I wanted to! I couldn't wait for him to pull the dildo out, and stuff his cock in. I wanted desperately to feel him inside me, hard, and know that it pleased him! He pulled the dildo out, and drove his still hard cock deep inside. I winced. It hurt, but it also felt good. I enjoyed feeling full of his cock. And the more he thrust, the less it hurt, and the more pleasurable it became. I was rock hard and moaning in no time.

"You wear panties, you suck cock, and you get fucked. You're a little sissy slut!"

"Yes!" I moaned, " I'm a whore! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to feel you deep inside!"

He grabbed hold of my hips, and started pounding my ass. I'd never felt like this before, without actual contact with my cock. I felt like I did when I jerked off, and was about to cum. I started to moan loudly, and he fucked me harder. I couldn't contain it anymore, and I shot my load. It spurted onto the elevator wall. He he grunted again, and I felt his hot cum shoot into my ass. He left it there, letting the last drops out while inside me, then pulled out.

"Clean up your mess." he ordered, and pushed my head towards my cum on the wall. "Lick it all up bitch!"

I didn't resist, or even hesitate. I licked my cum off the elevator wall, making sure I got every drop. He put his dock away, did his pants up, and without warning, started the elevator back up. I hurried to get my pants up, not wanting to get caught in case the doors opened at the next floor. As it happens, the ride to the fourth floor was uninterrupted. We both got out, and he took out a small notepad and pen.

"Give me your number," he said, " I'm often horny, and you're going to be my personal cum dump. And remember: I can always find your friends and tell them all about you."

I didn't even think of giving him a fake number, and was thankful I had my own private line at home. I didn't know what I'd tell my parents if a strange man called for me, and I went to meet him. He walked away, and part of me wanted desperately for him to turn back and smile, or something. But he didn't, and somehow that was better. He'd used me, was satisfied, and was done with me. I had fantasized about giving head, and getting fucked. What guy hadn't at least once. But now that it had happened, I knew beyond any doubt that I liked cock. Pleasing a man made me feel sexy, and appreciated.

I was a submissive cum slut, and this was only the beginning.