The Switch

Disclaimer: Just for those of you who are inevitably going to wonder if the below has any basis in reality...it is simply a work of fiction, entirely dreamt up in my little head.


Here she was in the middle of the mall on a Sunday afternoon, because that was what he had asked of her. She could no more refuse him than she could will herself not to breath. She had no other choice but to come to him in the black dress and stiletto heels he had requested; her tits practically spilling out the top of her dress while her naked pussy pulsed with anticipation.

She managed to find her way to the tiny employee bathroom in the back of the mall he had apparently scouted out for just this meeting. She took a furtive glance around before ducking inside. There was one small stall inside with a slightly larger sink area. At least it was fairly clean she thought, as she draped her purse over a hook, and anxiously awaited him.

She waited two minutes then three then five, all the while holding her breath for fear of being discovered where she clearly did not belong. She jumped as the door opened, spun around and exhaled as he sauntered through the door, and locked it behind him.

He stood there with his back against the wall, gazing at her as she leaned against the sink, her dress just barely covering her pussy.

"I only have about 45 minutes before I have to meet the family in the food court," he murmured.

She stared at him, eyes wide, not understanding.

"Wait. You mean they're here in the mall with you?" she asked.

"Yeah. They're off looking at new clothes for school. I'm supposed to be looking at golf clubs and camping gear right about now."

"Holy shit," she breathed.

This had been a fantasy they had bantered back and forth for a while, but she never really thought he'd go through with it.

"What?" he grinned.

"Didn't you think I had the balls to do it?"

Her only reply was to untie her belt and open her dress for him to reveal her breasts bulging out of her bra and her neatly trimmed naked pussy.

She took a step towards him before she heard,

“Uh uh uh… get on your knees, slut. Crawl to me.”

She hesitated a fraction of a second, considering the filth that must be on that floor.

“I said NOW, cunt,”

His shouts were so loud she could feel them vibrating off the walls of the tiny bathroom. She thought surely someone would hear him. She knew she had no choice but to obey.

She lowered herself on all fours to the scummy floor, and crawled to him because it was his wish for her to do so.

When she reached him, her face was even with the bulge in his pants. She longed to rub her face against it. She leaned forward just a bit before he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Did I say you could touch yet, slut?”

“No Sir,” she responded, head cast down respectfully.

“Remove your bra. I want to see those beautiful tits.”

She did as he asked, slowly, allowing him the full joy he sought in looking at her naked body before him, hands clasped respectfully behind her back, offering herself to him.

He reached down, cupped her breasts gently before taking her nipples between his fingers and gently rolling them back and forth.

“You like that?” he queried.

“Yes, Sir” she breathed.

The pressure on her nipples increased until he was pinching them, her back arched as he pulled her toward him by her nipples. She struggled to keep her hands behind her back as she knew she was required to do. Her only desire was to please him.

She let out a small moan as he brought her face even with his waist, his belt pressing uncomfortably against her cheek, the bulge in his pants swelling between her breasts.

“You may touch now, my angel”

She gently tugged his belt loose, lowered his zipper, and dropped his pants to his ankles. His cock was already throbbing as she gripped it in her hand, squeezing gently. She moaned softly at the sight of the precum oozing from the tip. She let it drip onto her finger, and rubbed it slowly around her hard nipples.

She heard him groan as he watched her do this, just before he reached down and shoved her mouth onto his cock. She took him in hungrily, loving the taste of him. She slid his full length to the back of her throat, her hands on his ass, slowly working up and down his shaft. When she felt his hips begin to buck against her, she used her hands to twist up and down as she sucked harder and faster.

"Mmm, baby you're so good at sucking cock," he breathed as his hips thrust harder and faster at her.

She spread her legs wide, her fingers dipping in and out of her sloshy pussy. Her mind’s eye picturing the view she was giving him of her dress splayed open, her tits bouncing up and down as she sucked him, and her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She knew she was pleasing him well. She wanted to cum at the thought of it.

Soon he rearranged their positions and had her pressed up against the wall, his hands on the top of her head, his cock ramming in and out of her mouth, the back of her head smacking against the wall.

"Oh fuck, baby, here it comes. Open wide, open ...." he commanded.

She opened her mouth wide so he could watch as his hot load shot into her mouth. She held her mouth open for a moment so he could see all his white hot cum in her, then greedily swallowed as a little dripped down her chin onto her tits.

No sooner had she managed to swallow than he was jerking her upright with his hands under her arms, and shoving her over to the sink where he lifted her onto the sink, legs spread, cunt ready.

He stepped back to drink her in once again. Her chest was heaving with excitement, her legs were spread wide for him, and her pussy juices dripped down the insides of her thighs.

He stepped towards her, grabbed her hips and impaled her on his cock in one swift move. His cock slid balls deep in one thrust slick with her excitement.

She braced herself on the sides of the sink, legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass, as he fucked her.

“Don’t you fucking cum cunt until I give the word. Do you understand me?”

She nodded at him, eyes crazed with need and lust.

He did something he had only done once before. He wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed. The fucking continued, unrelentless. His body pounded into hers over and over again as she gulped for air.

Her hand flew to his on her throat, her other hand clawing at his chest, her eyes rolled back in her head as she momentarily lost the ability to bend to his will, and came all over his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she heard him whisper as he collapsed against her, his cum warm and sticky between her legs, dripping into the sink beneath her.

“Why do you make me do this?” he pleaded softly against her neck.

She stroked his sweat soaked head murmuring comfort and sweetness.

In that moment she knew he loved her, and he hated her for it. She knew where the balance of power lay, and she was afraid of the control she wielded.