Mall MaulFrancine is inadvertently caught up in a crazed teeny bopper mall appearance. Luckily maybe: several hired events crowd control officers come to her assistance. However, in the ensuing mayhem: she is public sex mauled….I had to pick up a new altered evening dress for a big night out. My bestie was receiving an award at the business woman of the year dinner. As I was currently man free I was happy to partner her. I might get lucky with a wealthy guy. Truth was: I was well overdue for a full male workout and internal service of my body. It was six months since my ex had moved on. Geez my pussy might revirginise; if it didn’t get some action soon.I knew when I had problems finding parking around dead retail lunchtime Tuesday that something out of the ordinary was taking place: at the East-side Mall. Then the in your face…life size posters gave me a reality check: lunchtime Tuesday…Today…on the central podium under the huge skylight…the new sensation teenage heartthrob; a reality machine TV generated poppy star: Felix Devine…would appear…sing a few songs…and head off to their next equally super crushed engagement.Screw it; getting through the growing mass of agitated over excited teeny bopper fanatics already waiting in the central mall area for the one o’clock appearance was hard enough. I sensibly skirted the edges and got to the alteration shop. I was held up waiting though as they looked out the back for my dress. “Um …is this it…Fran Jones” the new disorganized, but sweet casual assistant finally said; checking the docket.The vivacious but plump young woman though gave my self esteem a polish as she said: “Wow, it’s a gorgeous little black number…very sexy…and I’d love to be your petite size”I smiled. Yeah I was a trim package for thirty-five…not milf or cougar yet in my own mind. Still screw all those guys out there…that couldn’t see it. But tonight I could get lucky.I felt good leaving the store in my chest defining flouncy white blouse: a steal even at one hundred and forty five dollars. It was sexy me. It was a light silky cotton gauze, perfect for high summer. The bodice was covered in me shape defining pleats. Three quarter length sleeves letting me showcase my elegant long ring-less fingers. While my high waisted short soft red mini skirt, set off my super flat shapely tummy and was a bold statement to guys…I’m seeking are you looking. It was warm and humid and I was most definitely flaunting my stocking free, sleek shaved legs. I was swinging the bag with my evening dress as I left the shop…I was feeling good about myself. My new white heels were killers…but at five foot two I needed the height. I let my dark wavy soft curls bounce around my shoulders.I was still a bit of haughty eye candy tease with mixed messages… I illegal bahis still wanted my knight in shining armor…Oh: I had to stop being so picky.However; the frickin central mall was a body press of uncontrollable teenage hormones as some announcer indicated Felix’s imminent arrival.Go around the edge again…I think I decided on that again…but the central area of the mall was body to body and filling too fast and the thick impenetrable mass of clamor and energy were now well back from the stage. I could see plenty of yellow hired security vests…but they were seriously herding a sea of excited young bodies…someone had under estimated the blonde heartthrob’s: Devine’s luring power.I got stuck in a recess… a niche…along the back side wall…damn teen age infatuations…I waved to get the attention of the nearest crowd control guys. I was hemmed in. I wanted a way out.The audience got horribly screechy screamy as their boy was jostled through the crowd by his own security; for his introduction and I swear the youthful prick; lip synced his insipid opening teenage heartache number: the volume up… way too loud.The only other adults apart from me not interested in the mayhem were the several security officers making their way to me…they all had the size and skill to carve through a squish of nubile bodies without m*****ing them. Gentle giants: I thought.The first of the guys arrived and somehow created a bit of breathing space for me in my hemmed in niche. Though the prick was looking at me like I was male candy.However: I was thinking: knights in shining armor, as three more burly guys arrived. I should have been thinking one of those end of year rugby trips where the players go feral and the tabloids run salacious headlines and censored pictures.It was getting near claustrophobic in the mall centre…I realised I was flustered not by my delay or the press; but the strapping, sturdy testosterone overload now building around me. My body was excited by macho, red blooded maleness. Male close excess.Virile, robust, big guys: like the front row in a league team. All big boys and only one cheerleader…me…Stop daydreaming girl: I told myself.One of the yellow vested guys with short cropped hair said:”You look like you could do with a relaxing grope?”I was now tightly hemmed in alright: not by a crowd; but seven hefty well built guys. Solid manpower.I said: “I beg your pardon.” It was very noisy…but I was processing the prick and thinking: but not very fast.“Oh you heard me alright… lady…all this boy toy action has got your pussy wet…admit it”You are either in or out of the moment. I should have been offended by his straight forward blatant sexist advance. It was crude and deserved a cutting retort or censure. However; I could feel the press of male hardness illegal bahis siteleri all around me and I was in.The cropped guy was pressed right up against me…I was corralled in by the other officers….a wall of broad shouldered muscle.The offensive guy looked me straight in the eyes: “You want it …here and now…with us … say yes… say yes… or…Nod lady…just nod…then we are all yours”To nod or not to nod…that was the question…Screw Hamlet and high school.Ah consent. Beautiful consent. Acquiescence, understanding…but just what the fuck was I giving the go head to…as I nodded…Mmm the shady absence of the word: No.Was I hedging? Hell I was complicit…I groped at the cropped guy’s cock in front of me and a random one in pants to the left of me.Then Yes: I was the play thing of several men at once…I was reduced to a sex object…caught in a human scrum as I was mall mauled. Objectification was sensational. My tits were being fondled. My pussy was being fingered under my skirt. My arsehole had a digit probing up it, my panties yanked out of the way. My mouth was invaded by one, then another tongue. My hands were tugging up cock left and centre. And three burly guys formed a wall of discreetness for their mates…but awaiting their turn. My guard of concealing dishonor.I was savaged in my happy greedy holes by big boy strength …pure muscle. Man handled. My cunt groped intensely…a generous three finger fuck. My arsehole not denied: happily slotting two firm fingers, making my butt squirm.Male hardness wedging my body. Male hardness in my hands. God I felt a whore…but only because there is no word to describe fairly a woman taking it all.My arse was taking a true buffeting….but it was raunchy…it wasn’t polite…but it was staggeringly good…I was gaped and loving it.My pussy leaking moisture in a near liquid stream…boy was I wet.There were male hands clawing and pawing all over me…my tits getting a generous rubbing and pushing…my nipples squeezed between finger tips.My mouth full of another guys tongue.Suddenly I was bent over…a thick cock was drilling straight into my butt crack…my arsehole near bursting….another cock was blurring in and out of my mouth…I was in the middle of a scrummage of guys…they had me locked in …grabbing handfuls of my thighs, titties and bum cheeks.I was being consensually m*****ed…a contradiction in terms: but true. However: being groped roughly was a new strangely addictive feeling…I was hooked. My body was an accepting blur of total compliance…I was a living fuck doll.God the bastards were all intent on conversion…scoring inside me…the first row, the second row…the frickin wings…The audience were still enjoying their poster boy of the moment but I had the bevy of real men.I canlı bahis siteleri heard the guy behind me jolt and groan and ease out of my arse…but his pecker was replaced by another one…it slotted in so easily and my arsehole was just as happy to have more cock… I realised my body; any body is never immediately satisfied once the pleasure really rolls.Felix was belting out another song on stage. The crowd was screaming.The cropped headed guy groaned as he filled my mouth with jizz. I had no option but to swallow. Which was fortuitous as another hard dong was rammed straight into my unprepared mouth. But my lips adapted so frickin quickly…I was trash…and that surprised me more than the pleasure in my arse from a second prick…Well that was amazingly good too.My sodden gawped arse was churned with a double dose of cum. My mouth filled again with a really big wad of creamy; actually quite tasty semen.Shit there is only so much a girl can take or is there…my mind may have put a cap on sexual capacity…my body was in blissful hedonistic free-fall…insatiable for men.The next guy behind me thrust straight into my liquidious, avaricious, needy cunt. God did it feel good. My arse was sated…dribbling cum. My pussy was now being pumped to its depths. The bastard in front of me was titty fucking his dick between my squeezed tits over the top of my bra cup…the dirty, dirty, sod…but he gave me his warm splashing load straight into the well formed O of my mouth.Christ didn’t these dudes carry condoms for casual opportunistic sex. Lucky I was on the pill as my cunt was generously creamed…the bastard not even thinking of withdrawing.Hell there was still one erect cock and I saw it sidle behind me and felt it squelch and expand in the slops of my already fully primed coochie. It was a sweet, sweet fuck, so easy was his motion…so frickin slick was my cum expanded hole. The cropped haired prick was fingering my clitty as his mate jerked off inside my obviously replete cock draining cunt.There is sex and there is dirty adventurous sex …I fully understood the difference.Well thank-you god…that wives somewhere still put handkerchiefs in their guy’s pockets…that helped me clean up. The hunky team formed a really nice line with folded arms to give me some privacy as I tidied up…fuck knows why…they had seen, tasted and explored every part of me.I was tingly and nearly unsteady…Hell my body was near exhausted…it had been worked to its limits…but boy oh boy had it delivered to the max.The cropped haired guy gave me a couple of sticks of gum…as I straightened myself up.My mouth working the minty taste…sharpening me up and refreshing my gob…but my mind was chewing over the preceding eventful minutes.Devine was waving to his fans and was being ushered out by his entourage. The teeny fans dispersed…my sex crew drifted away…not even looking back at me…I picked up my dress bag and swaggered out of the slowly emptying mall…I was feeling more than good about myself. I felt sensational.