Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 09:49:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mall Cop

Mall Cop, a Short Story

Bisexual -- Adult/Youth
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I love boys and girls.  I was 14 when my next-door neighbor who was 12
started teasing me with her body, such titties! She would sit on the grass
and when no one was looking she would spread her legs to show me her
panties. Or, she would stand by the toolshed between our houses and rub
herself all over her body using both hands, including between her legs. I
was shocked the day she told me I could put my hand in her panties. That
went on for a couple of week (with my fingering her pussy till I creamed my
jeans) and then... She blew me! Now that I think back on it, someone
sexualized her. And, she sexualized me, although I was well on my way by
then.

Since then, I have had a weakness for kids, masturbating to the thought of
that wonderful girl and all the things we did together, and the nasty
things that she encouraged me to do to her.  After that whenever I saw a
girl that looked so sexy, I'd mind fuck her and then later beat off. One
day I noticed a boy who was so feminine, that I thought he might be gay. I
was in lust. Blond boy, with longish just below the neck hair, and that
bubble ass that so many girls at that age have only this was on a boy. From
then on I kept my eyes constantly on the lookout for young, enticing
things; using them as my foil to have these glorious masturbation
sessions. For 10 years, I did everything imaginable in my mind, but I
resisted doing anything pedophile in nature until as a 24-year old graduate
student when I took a part time job as a Mall Cop in a lower middle income
suburb.

The first weeks it was an eye opener to see so many kids, teens and even
pre-teens strutting their young bodies each one trying to out-sexy the
other. Ever see 12 and 13-year old girls showing lots and lots of skin? How
about little studs who won't even be shaving for a few years yet, in tight
jeans with an occasional boner showing?  Seeing these kids trying to be so
sexually stimulating was amazing. Especially when they were with their
parents.  Who lets their young daughter wear shorts that highlight the
camel toe, or tops where you can see so much cleavage or the entire side
boob? During my break I would go into our backroom and rub my erection
right through the pants of my uniform until I would come in my shorts.
Afterwards I would walk about feeling the wetness of cum against my thigh
or groin, getting hard again as I watch even sexier boys and sluttier girls
walking the mall.

One day I came across a teen couple (guessing barely 13) making out behind
the dumpsters. She had her arms around his neck, while he had his hand
under her blouse, tit squeezing, and they were into a heavy make out
session, slobbering over each other. They appeared to like it, I know I
did. I did not interfere and instead just watched and then when they saw me
they broke it up and left. I thought about yelling out after them not to
stop on my account, but of course I couldn't. I went back to our backroom
and rubbed a load off right through the material of my uniform pants (third
time that 8-hour shift), and even after I came I walked around with a
semi-hard on. You may ask if I was not worried to be caught by my fellow
workers. There was 3 of us and we had a system using the call sign 2-1. Two
as in tits, and one as in ass.  A 1-2 meant the ass was nicer than the
tits. I think I was the only one checking out the boys. My fellow guards
would actually pull out their cocks and jerk off in the back, but I was too
shy for that as I was about 20 years younger than them.

One day a girl was suspected of shop lifting and I told her we needed to
call the police and her mom, so that her mom could be there when the police
came to see if she had stolen anything. She asked, "Can't you just do it
without calling my mom?". At the idea of my patting her down I felt my
balls contract and my cock give a faint pulse and I said "Just this
once". I told the retailer she was fine, and took the girl back to the
security office and padded her down. My hand went from just above her
ankles over her hips almost all the way to her underarms. I placed on hand
on the small of her back, and used the other hand to pat around her tits,
right up against them, and when she did not complain, over both breasts.
My hand went down her stomach and over her cunt. I kept going down between
her leg to feel her ass, letting my forearm rub tightly against her
pussy. She was so firm, I almost came in my pants. She never uttered a word
of protest. I think she knew she had gotten to me because the next time she
saw me in the mall she smiled at me. I made eye contact, then pretended as
if I had no reason to recognize her. But she knew I did recognize her.  In
fact, working at the mall I started to recognize many of the kids as they
hung out at the mall all the time, and the sexiest ones I would keep an eye
out for them.

The other guys envied me as they were older, fat, and out of shape whereas
I was young and good looking. They knew some of the girls let me touch them
and that I took advantage, and the pat downs became a pattern for me. Need
to call the cops and your mom, or pat you down myself. One hundred percent
said I should do it without calling their mom. My system was if they seemed
about to cry I would look at the palm of their hands, raise their arms and
have them turn all the way around so that I could get a close look while I
checked out their ass.  If they seemed OK with my patting them down I
would, usually taking just a few minutes longer with the ass and crotch
areas. And if they were girls, because sometime they were boys, I would
also do the tits. Some boys actually threw a stiff one when I rubbed them.

Most came in pairs, meaning at 12 or 13 they were with a friend. In those
cases, after telling them that I could pat them down myself in lieu of
calling the cops and their mom, I would add that they did not need to be
embarrassed as I would take them in the back for privacy. The real reason
for splitting them up was to ensure I would have no witnesses as to where I
was putting my hands.  The exception to no witnesses was my letting one of
the other security guards watch the pat downs to keep them from getting too
jealous and causing trouble. If a quick search of the purse revealed
cigarettes, then I would send a message out as a 13. That meant I had a
girl I was about to pat down and that pat down was worth watching, because
that meant that I could really touch. And then one day I noticed the girl
had a condom in her pocket.

I held the condom in my hand and looked her over as if the condom meant
nothing. Then I handed her the condom back told her to hold it and proceed
to touch...everything.  At one point I stuck my hand down the back of her
pants and rubbed her ass, which was soft and firm, and I commented on the
fact that she was not wearing panties. She said she was, but my hand had
gone inside them. I told her well at least you are not hiding anything, and
with that put my hand way down between her legs from behind and fingered
her pussy. OK, just for a second but enough to get a reaction from her; she
gave a slight jump onto her toes when she felt the tip of my finger against
her clit. After touching everything there was to touch, and having done a
very thorough job with the pat down, I said to remember to remove the
condom and hide it from her parents. I told her to stick it in her panties
as her parents would never look there. She actually said thanks.

I had a favorite: Her body was so nice and she was so slutty, and very
willing to let me do whatever! She actually sought me out. She was a little
older, about 15, but small for her age. She knew my work schedule better
than me! We would make eye contact and she would follow me to our private
place (never to the office as I did not want the other two guys to know how
far I had gotten). I would lean against a small retaining wall completely
out of sight from anyone, and my hands would go under her skirt immediately
(she had stopped wearing shorts to the mall), and while I pulled her
panties down (just a little, hehe) she would undo her blouse and bra. I
would then finger fuck (and sometimes tit suck) while we made out. I would
stick my middle finger all the way up her cunt, and as we Frenched kissed,
she would fuck herself on my finger. While finer fucking and sucking on her
tits, I would have her tell me what guys did to her. She had the nastiest
experiences to tell me while I fingered her pussy and sucked on her
breasts. She was very proud of the fact that she dated older guys, and
sometime two guys at a time; and she told me all about her "dates".  Just
knowing she was a slut and already getting fucked, got me hard, but hearing
of the details about what the boys did to her, could literally make me come
as I sucked her tits, and finger her cunt. The pussy lips on that girls
were incredible. They felt thick, as if they were being pressed together by
a hand so that the pussy lips popped out away from each other. My thinking
at the time was that the thick lips on her cunt had been fucked apart.
Also, she wore padded, pushup bras, because her tits when she undid her top
and bra were not as big as when they were covered up. I did not care as
long as I could bite and nibble on her tits while she told me about what
her date had done to her "last night".

I had to quit. I had been working there about 5 months and the kids were
starting to point me out to each other. In fact, one tough looking little
thug actually walked up to me and said, "I want a blowjob". I blew him and
then that very day I quit without giving notice.  Someday I'll tell you
about young Kevin and how I let him face fuck me.