Zing

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

This is just a flash story; not meant to be taken too seriously.

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The mall was dying. It was on life-support, barely hanging on before the pandemic. COVID just sped the demise along, shortening the life expectancy of the once bustling shopping mall by many months.

After the President declared that the pandemic was over, a big box store bought up the properties at ludicrous costs and moved in. The arrival of the newer store did slightly revive the area, then it slipped into demise once more.

KMXZ 95.1, playing todays best music did a 30-day promotion in an effort to boost traffic, broadcasting the afternoon show from the center of the mall, near the large art deco fountain, across from the nearly empty food court. And at 1:30 PM on the first day, the ninth caller would be asked a fairly simple question and if they answered correctly, they would win a $100 shopping spree at the mall. The second day of the promotion, at 1:31, the ninth caller would be asked a fairly simple question in the hopes of winning a $101 shopping spree at the mall. On the third day, at 1:32, the ninth caller could answer a simple question to win a $102 shopping spree at the mall. So forth and so on, until the final day of the promotion. At 1:59, the ninth caller could win a grand prize $500 shopping spree.

He won nine shopping sprees, including the grand prize on the last day. At first, KMXZ tried to claim he could only win one prize, but their lawyers quietly pointed out that nowhere in any of their print ads leading up to this promotion, nor in any of their broadcasts did they limit the number of times any one person could win. So, with a smile, he left the office of KMXZ with $1390 worth of gift cards redeemable at any of the smaller stores and the box store in the mall.

He and his Korean girlfriend stopped first at a small store that catered to teenaged girls. The heavyset girl tried on a few dresses and asked him a few times if the particular dress she had on made her ass look big. She had a chubby backside; most dresses did make her backside look pronounced but he assured her that each dress just made her ass look absolutely beautiful. These declarations made her smile but shake her knee length black hair and try on yet another dress.

She finally decided on a very snug black Lycra spaghetti strap dress that ended at mid-thigh. The bored salesgirl agreed she could wear it out and, with a quick look around at the empty store, she wiggled out of her bra and dropped it into the bag that held her jeans and blouse. He paid the bill then carried her bag out to the car while she ambled around the dying mall. Most of the stores were empty, rolling steel bar grates pulled down over the dark rooms.

He found her in a small shoe store, smiling her sassy little smile as she tried on a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes with five inch platform soles. He said nothing as a pimple-faced young man assisted her. The young man looked stricken as she parted her pudgy thighs, displaying her bald pussy to the young man.

The young man seemed frozen on his small stool, but his cock tented the suit trousers as he stared at her hairless mound. With another sassy smile, she finished buckling the strap over her left foot and got to her feet. She playfully smoothed down the front of the short dress, standing just a few inches from the face of the young man.

"Forget something?" he teased her as she walked over to the full-length mirror.

"You could see the panty lines," she smiled.

"Can also see your nipples; they're rock hard," he whispered as she turned to see how the shoes looked from behind.

"Zing. Not enough zing," she told the salesman. "I want something with lots of zing."

"This?" he asked, pointing to a solitary vinyl thigh high shiny black boot with five inch stiletto heel.

"Oh! That! That's got zing!" she agreed, turning to the salesman. "You have that in my size?"

"Everything is forty percent off; they're closing this store at the end of next month," she stated as the salesman went searching for the boots.

"Hmm," he said, looking at some cowboy boots for himself.

Because she was five feet, two inches in height, the tops of the boots needed to be folded over.

"Oh! You remember that red dress?" she asked. "The one with the long sleeves?"

"The real stretchy one," he agreed.

"Bet that would look so cute with these," she said.

"Let me go get it and we'll see," he agreed. "See if they have the red boots in a thirteen, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, meandering to the women's' side of the store again.

He returned a few minutes later, a bag in his hand. He nodded his thanks; there was a box sitting on a stool in front of a vacant seat.

The salesman looked ready to faint when she hunkered down behind a display, pulled off her black dress, then pulled on the red dress. She smoothed the dress down and again approached the mirror.

"Zing!" she exclaimed, looking at the dress and boots. "Oh yes; zing!"

"I uh, now, the heel's going slip a little," the salesman stammered as he tried the cowboy boots on. "You uh, you wouldn't be able to get them on if they didn't."

"Damn! These, these feel nice!" he agreed, taking a few steps in the boots.

"Zing!" she said, looking at her boyfriend's feet. "Those are real leather?"

"Genuine leather," the salesman agreed, watching as he sauntered back and forth.

"Try those Mary Janes with the red dress," he requested and she did so.

"Zing?" he asked and she nodded her head, looking in the mirror.

"Zing!" she agreed.

Her black dress and the flip flops went into the box the Mary Janes had been in. The salesman agreed she could wear the shoes out as he put her thigh high boots into another bag. He bought the boots and a pair of leather high top tennis shoes. After giving her haunches a quick fondle, he carried the bags out to the car, leaving her to again wander the nearly deserted mall.

She squealed when a hand reached out and fondled her delectable rear end. Turning, black sunglasses obscuring her almond eyes, she slapped him as he laughed. The girl behind the counter looked alarmed, hand hovering above the call button. She relaxed when there were no harsh words or second slap.

"Everything on the racks on this side are thirty percent off," the girl said, pointing. "These are regular price over here."

They bought matching sunglasses and strolled around, hand in hand. In his head he did the math and so far, they'd spent nearly half of his winnings. A Taco Hut in the food court fed them a quick but barely palatable meal. He pointed out that the fountain drinks were flat and the girl behind the counter shrugged her shoulders.

"Gee, I wonder why this place is dying," he said to her and she agreed, pushing her sunglasses up to sit on top of her head.

Even with the five inch soles of her shoes, she barely reached his shoulder. He laughed, putting his arm around her fleshy body as they continued to stroll the mall, looking for the next place to spend their booty. He pointed where the small jewelry store used to be and expressed sadness that it had gone away.

"Why?" she asked, holding up her left hand.

"Get you a ring with some zing," he whispered, then playfully bit her ear lobe.

"Bathroom," she demanded and he guided them back to the food court.

They met once again in the food court and resumed their stroll through the mall. A kiosk in the main aisle sold them some fruit smoothies and he smiled as the short red head had to jump up onto a step to ring up the sale. He made no comment to either counterperson or his girlfriend, knowing how sensitive some height challenged people could be.

"Oh! Jeans?" she asked, pointing to a store where a salesgirl slumped against the counter, looking ready to fall asleep.

"Button fly!" they both said in unison as they entered the store.

"Got them stone washed button fly jeans over here," the girl said, pointing toward the back wall where several shelves stood.

But, other than point toward the wall, she did not move. He found his size and selected two pair of faded blue jeans and two pair of black jeans. She had to search but finally found some jeans wide enough for her haunches yet short enough for her stubby legs.

"What size shirt you wear?" she mused, now looking through some snap button shirts. "XL or..."

"Two XL," he said, continuing to look for any other jeans. "Otherwise, the sleeves are too short. Oh! Hey, these? With the cut outs; what size you wear?"

"None of your business; you're trying these on. Oh! Those are cute," she agreed seeing the red jeans with the Heart, Diamond, Club and Spade cut-outs on the legs. "Where'd you find, never mind. Oh! These are my size!"

The salesgirl unlocked the door of the fitting room area, then went back to slumping over the counter, cell phone in hand. They entered the large room and found two small curtained off booths side by side.

"Oh! I like these. And with the shoes..." he heard her say.

"Zing?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, they are so zing," she agreed, stepping out of the small room and looking at the tri-fold full length mirror at the far end of the room. "Come see."

The jeans looked painted on, displaying her hefty globes of flesh to perfection. The snap button blouse also looked fetching on her; she had it unbuttoned to just above her tunnel of a navel.

He stood behind her, admiring her reflection as she smiled into the mirror, gazing at his handsome reflection. She loved his sandy blond hair that threatened to burst into curls, his beautiful deep brown eyes that were hidden behind the dark glasses right now, his regal nose and the three or four day growth of stubble on his strong jaw. He placed his hands, his large, strong hands on her hips just above the waistband of the jeans. Then, with a glance over his shoulder at the closed half door of the fitting room, he stealthily reached into her blouse's open front and squeezed her 36A breast. She gasped, then groaned as he pinched her nipple and tugged it away from her torso. He bent and lightly bit down on her neck.

"Quit," she whispered, but made no move to push his hand or his mouth away.

"You're getting that; it looks good on you," he said.

"Going all right in there?" the salesgirl asked, not really caring.

"Uh huh," he responded. "Remember; we got a bunch of stuff to try on."

"Take your time," the salesgirl replied.

He pulled her into her small booth. She playfully batted at his hands as he fumbled with the clasp of her jeans. He stilled her slaps with a deep kiss and she allowed him to unclasp and unzip her jeans.

"Hate zippers," he growled.

"Uh huh," she agreed. "But they didn't have these in the button fly."

He put his hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. She looked up, her sunglasses almost sliding off of her head. She pulled them off and put the shades into her voluminous bag.

He demonstrated why he liked button fly jeans; with a simple tug, his jeans were opened. He edged his skimpy snakeskin print micro-briefs down, freeing his rapidly swelling cock.

"Let me taste you; you can have my ass later," she begged just before swallowing his mushroom shaped head, swirling her soft tongue all around, tasting his soap, his sweat. Bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock, she soon tasted his excitement. Applying suction, she concentrated on his flared cockhead and moaned with delight as she now tasted his salty, slightly bitter seminal fluid leaking from his cock onto her tongue.

"Mm," she moaned, her left hand a blur as she rubbed her bald pussy while her right hand tugged frantically at his cock.

"Here, mmng, here oh Baby," he groaned and she squealed in climax as his seed pumped into her sucking mouth.

Even though she thought the red jeans made her ass look huge, she got them. She also got the faded black button fly jeans; she really liked the way her ass looked in those. The snap button blouse joined the jeans on the counter; the blouse went with both the red and the black jeans. He got all four of the jeans he'd selected and the two snap button shirts she'd picked out for him.

The salesgirl mumbled out her thanks and went back to playing on her cell phone. Exiting the store, they wandered to the end of this wing of the mall, seeing only darkened spaces and steel grates lowered over the darkened spaces. A dimly lighted recess between two former stores hinted at offices or bathrooms and they wandered down the short hallway to see two restrooms and, quite surprisingly, a pay phone mounted on the wall.

"Bet that's the last one in this city," he mused, even picking up the handset.

"Huh," she agreed.

"See if anyone's in there," he ordered, nodding with his head toward the Ladies' room.

"Okay," she giggled, pushing on the door of the room.

A moment later, she swung the door open and motioned him into the brightly lighted room. Inside of the room, there were three stalls; two normal sized stalls and one stall for easy wheelchair access. They crowded into the last stall, the handicapped stall and pulled and locked the door behind them.

Using a wad of toilet paper, she wiped the plastic seat of the tall toilet, then knelt on the seat, hands placed onto the wall behind the toilet.

He stepped up behind her and flipped the hem of the short red dress up, fully exposing her golden brown buttocks. Using their bag of jeans and shirts as a cushion on the hard tiled floor, he knelt behind her.

"Oh, oh Baby," she moaned as his strong hands pried her buttocks apart.

"Mm hmm," he groaned and began tonguing her spicy anus.

"God I just love..." she moaned as he tried to jam his tongue deep into her rectum.

Her taste was earthy; a little sweat mixed with some spiciness. He reached his right hand between her pudgy thighs and thrust two fingers into her drooling pussy. She let out a bark of pleasure.

When he stood, she pulled one hand from the wall and groped frantically in her bottomless bag. She managed to find the tube of lotion and handed the unscented lotion to him.

"Mmng! Augh, I oh, oh God!" she grunted as he placed his cockhead against her clenched anus.

"Mmng!" He grunted, voice strangled as he pressed firmly against her resisting hole.

"Oh, oh shit, oh, you, you're killing me," she panted as she felt her hole losing the fight.

"I... I love you," he grunted as his cock managed to slide a fraction of an inch into her struggling rectum.

"Love, love you, oh, love you too," she panted, pushing her buttocks back against his probing cock.

"Fuck!" he barked out as his flared cockhead popped past her struggling sphincter.

"Jesus God!" she cried out.

Even though he was nearly half of his length inside of her, he still proceeded painfully slow. She shook with strain as she pushed back against his forward movements.

"I, I swear, I can feel every fucking inch of you," she gasped out. "Jesus, I, I feel so stuffed."

He could feel her rectal muscles squeezing and pulsing around his cock. The heat and the pressure were incredible as he pushed further and further into her guts. He could feel the flared ridge of his cockhead stretching her as he slowly forced himself into her.

They both let out their breath when he was fully inside of her. He released his hold on her hips and reached up underneath the stretchy material of her dress to grip her rock hard nipples. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek. She twisted her head and they kissed deeply for a long moment.

"Augh, I, oh, oh shit," she groaned as he began to pull out of her bowels.

"God damn, Baby, you tight," he gasped out as he wormed his way from her clutching bowels.

"Mmng!" she shuddered, reaching down to flick her bud of pleasure. "Fuck, fuck me, fuck me, come on. Fuck me."

They both let out a bark as he thrust forward, his hips slapping against her fleshy buttocks with a 'smack!'

"Oh! Oh God!" she squealed in orgasm, her fingers a blur on her protruding clitoris.

"Yes, that, that's it Baby, that's it," he encouraged, ramming into her, his hips again smacking firmly against her buttocks.

"Fuck, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," she chanted, still frigging herself.

"Aw, aw shit, here, here it comes, here it comes," he groaned and began pumping rope after rope of semen into her bowels.

He collapsed forward, almost slamming her face first into the wall. She was able to brace herself, raising her other arm up and preventing a nasty scrape. Again, she twisted her head and they kissed passionately for a moment.

He finally righted himself and pulled his dwindling manhood from her stretched, slimy bowels. A thunderous fart escaped and he stepped back as she twisted around and dropped to sit on the toilet. He grabbed the bag of clothing from the floor and left the stall.

"Belts," she said, joining him a moment later at the long row of sinks.

"Hmm?" he asked, blotting his damp light brown patch of pubic hair with cheap napkins from the almost empty towel dispenser.

"To go with our jeans. We need belts," she said.

"Where?" he asked.

"That shoe store I guess," she smiled.

"You just want to tease that poor sales guy some more," he accused and she laughed.

"He was kind of cute," she admitted.

"Yeah, he was," he agreed. "So, you want to..."

"Not the best time for me," she admitted.

"Hmm," he agreed as he opened the door for her.

"But a blow job?" she bartered.

"Always a good time for that, eh?" he said, his arm draped casually around her thick middle.

"I love you so much," she declared as they again entered the shoe store.

"Love you too," he agreed, locating the three small displays of belts and interchangeable belt buckles.

"Hey! Back again?" the salesman asked, a genuine smile creasing his pimpled face.

"Mm hmm," he agreed, finding three belts he liked before turning his attention to some of the belt buckles.

She had already selected a black patent leather belt and four belt buckles for herself. She quickly placed her hand over the tag that indicated the size, giggling at his smirk. She then found one more belt in a flat black color and a belt in a tan leather color. These of course nictitated that she fined more buckles.

The salesman smiled as he rang up their purchases. He then looked over, puzzled as she casually strolled behind the counter to stand next to him as he rang up the belts and various buckles.

"Wait, you want to what?" the salesman asked, blue eyes goggling at her brazen declaration.

"I, she..." the salesman stammered, looking at him in shock.

"Hey, she wants to," he shrugged. "Make sure you put hers into separate bags."

The salesman looked ready to faint as she sank to her knees behind the counter. He leaned forward and watched her small hand unzip the salesman's trousers. Her dark almond eyes looked into his eyes as she fished the man's swollen cock from his briefs.

She maintained eye contact with him for a moment, tongue snaking out and lapping at the salesman's plum shaped knob. Finally, she shut her eyes and shuddered in pleasure as she sank her mouth down the length of the salesman's fat cock. He watched as she swallowed the salesman's cock to the root.

"Oh God," the salesman groaned, gripping the counter for support.

He glanced around to make sure they were unobserved. He paused for a long moment, watching two pregnant women waddle past, heading toward the big box store at the end of this wing of the mall. Turning, he watched her, on her knees, sucking a man's cock. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy briskly as the salesman groaned that he was Cumming.

A silvery thread of semen escaped her plump lips, trickling down onto her chin. He smiled, knowing she'd done this for his benefit. Rarely did she ever fail in swallowing every drop of sperm pumped into her mouth.

"Thanks, Sugar," she said, getting to her feet.

"Uh huh," the salesman gasped out, still wide-eyed in disbelief.

She wiped the strand of semen from her chin, licked her fingers clean of semen and her own fluid, then took his hand. They stopped at a kiosk in the main aisle and bought two cups of coffee and two extra-large cinnamon buns.

"This is why I'm so fat," she declared, guzzling her far-too-sweet coffee.

"This is why you have so much zing," he corrected.

"I have too much zing," she declared, giving her ample backside a resounding slap.

No other stores attracted their attention and they left the mall. For a long moment, as the late spring day's warmth greeted them, he could not remember where he'd parked his car. Then, he decided it must be behind the large neon green Dodge pickup truck. The truck was filthy and quite battered looking. Obviously this was a work truck, not a personal vehicle.

Sure enough, his sedan was next to the truck. He unlocked the car and opened the front doors to let the hot air escape. They rooted around in the trunk, locating the clothing she'd worn when she left her mother's home that morning.

Opening the rear door of the car, she wiggled into the back seat and slipped off the bright red dress. Suddenly, he was there, pushing her back against the quite warm cloth seat of the car.

"Hey!" she protested laughing.

"Hey," he said, laying on top of her nude body.

They kissed for a few moments, his legs hanging out of the open door of the car. Pushing himself up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the tube of unscented lotion.

"Here? We, we might..." she asked, panicked.

He said nothing as he greased his hard cock. Then he urged her to pull her knees up to her flat chest.

"Augh! I, oh, oh God I love you," she groaned as he pushed himself against her tightly clenched anus.

"Love. You. Augh, too," he panted, putting his feet onto the filthy asphalt for more leverage.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted as he managed to push past her sphincter muscle.

"Going fuck you, fuck that sweet ass," he agreed, pulling back slightly.

"Fuck my fat ass," she begged him as he thrust forward.

"That sweet, sweet ass," he agreed, kissing her sweating face.

He was soon balls deep in her tight ass. He could feel her struggling muscles trying to expel his cock as he rested for a long panting moment. Then he began to hammer her bowels with long, measured strokes. She frantically rubbed her hairless pussy while he pounded into her ass.

"I, God yes," he stiffened and she squealed in climax.

"Oh, oh God, oh God Baby," he gasped, his heart hammering fast.

"I love you, love you so much," she said, licking her fingers clean.

"Love, mm, love you too," he agreed, slowly pulling out of her sloppy hole.

"God. Now, get off me so I can get dressed," she playfully ordered.

He used a handful of napkins he had in the console of his car to clean his slimy cock. From the back seat, she babbled orders; the boots were to remain at his apartment, along with the two dresses; her mother would never let her precious virginal daughter wear such clothing. The jeans, oh, oh, except the red ones would come home with her; did he like the Mary Janes? She supposed she could get away with wearing those around her mother; did he see where her bra went? Never mind, she found it.

"If I thought I had any sperm left, I'd find a way to shut you up," he teased as she crawled into the front passenger seat.

"If I thought you had any sperm left, we wouldn't be going home already," she retorted.

At her home, he showed her diminutive mother the proper deference. She and her mother spoke rapid-fire Korean; to him it sounded like barks and chimes. Finally, he was allowed to give his girlfriend a chaste kiss before leaving the house.

After bringing all of his new clothing and shoes, along with some of the items of clothing she would not bring to her mother's home into his small apartment, he mentally tallied up the day's shopping, then returned to the mall. In the big box store, he selected a brand new sleeper sofa and matching recliner. The adorably chubby blonde girl at the checkout giggled and cooed as he flirted with her. The total for both new pieces of furniture, when delivery fees were added in exceeded his remaining gift cards amount by two hundred and sixty six dollars and nineteen cents. So, the shopping mall/radio promotion ploy did work out; he'd spent their money and wound up having to spend some of his own money at their mall.

"Damn, would just love to..." he thought, giving a long look at the blonde's very ample backside in her shapeless uniform slacks as he walked away.

Working his cell phone from his pocket, he called his cousin to see if his cousin might want the old furniture from his apartment. They agreed, the cousin would swing by and get the old couch and matching loveseat the very next evening.

His cock grew hard, thinking of her and him breaking in the new furniture. Then, after that, he would see if maybe she'd be open to sharing the furniture with an adorably chubby little blonde.

The End

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