Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2017 09:49:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Mall Cop Mall Cop, a Short Story Bisexual -- Adult/Youth If you enjoy reading these stories, please contribute to Nifty. Nifty/Prolific Authors/Las Vegas 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.