Mall, surely.

You felt great pressure on your hips. Someone was atop you. Riding. Your erect cock was enveloped. Pulsating within a woman's warm recesses. You hadn't fully awoken when you reached out and took a big handful of her buttocks. Her very, very large buttocks.

"What the fuck?!" you spouted, wide-eyed as you found yourself being fucked by some fat lady on the floor of the mall. You were pinned down, unable to move, and very confused. In your confusion, you unleashed a torrent of cum.

"Good, you're awake," said a gruff female security guard, who you momentarily confused with a dude. She had a very 'butch dyke' look to her. "That'll be all, Barbara." The fat woman nodded and stood up, relieving great pressure after your unwarranted orgasm. She began getting dressed near the security kiosk with the assistance of whom you assumed to be her husband. Her poor, poor husband.

"Sir. Sir!" The mall cop was yelling as she tossed a pair of pants in your direction. "Have you ejaculated sufficiently? You've fucked eight of us volunteers since we found you **** and cumming near the entrance. We weren't sure if you were even properly hydrated anymore."

As you slipped on the pants, you felt some sweat needle down your forehead. Definite signs of **** exertion. Eight volunteers? You realized you fucked this horrible looking guard and the fat lady, but who else? Would you ever find out? That's possibly six children conceived that you have no recollection of.

You mumbled something incoherently as you found your shirt. Wait... "I don't have an ID on me? How did you know I needed to cum?"

"A hunch. They found you **** and cumming into your pants outside of the south entrance, by the maternity wear store, and after a few customers and the manager fucked you, we determined that it was the best option to reawaken you."

You nodded at this completely unreasonable dialogue. You had been moved near the south food court, by the open air security kiosk across from the Taco Bell. The fat lady was still struggling with her bra, as you realized that everyone was ignoring you, walking around, holding no opinion of your fucking multiple people in that spot. It was just another day.

The line to the Taco Bell had wrapped around your fuck-spot, but as you left the area, reformed right over it. You left the kiosk and cut right in front of the line.

"Sir," said the attractive Latina cashier wearing a nametag of Carmelita, "you have to get in the back of the line."

"I'm going to fuck you," you said, plainly, trying to add some menace to your voice.

Carmelita's smile returned. "Absolutely, sir," she turned back to the kitchen area. "Troy, I'm going to be having sex with this customer. Take over until I come back."

Troy, the manager, grumbled, but nodded at you when he came into view. "Enjoy Carmelita, sir, and take your time." He had the fakest smile as you grabbed her hand and went off to find a suitable venue.

The plastic chairs were out. Your back was still sore from fucking on the ground. You decided to give Carmelita a choice. "Where's the best place to fuck around here?"

Her face soured momentarily. "The massage chairs aren't probably equipped enough. Maybe the nail salon? I think there's a couch in the family restroom... ooh, they have a sale at the bedding store. One of those memory mattresses."

You slapped her on the ass at the great suggestion, and she squealed in delight, grabbing your hand as you raced down the busy thoroughfare.

The Bedding Store, or whatever it was called, was pretty desolate. An old man worked as the sole salesman and checker, and frowned when you and Carmelita arrived as the only customers at the moment. Not much of a sale.

"Excuse me," started the old man, confused as you began to strip down at the first bed you saw, right at the entryway.

"Sorry, sir," said Carmelita, taking your cue to remove her own shirt, and now clad in a bra, "but this gentleman needs to have sex, and he asked me to assist."

"I see," said the old man, "you will not be making a purchase, then?" He continued to look annoyed as you bent down and pulled off Carmelita's khaki pants and white panties in one swoop. You could smell the sweat of her workday within her loins, even within her dark pubes that matched the curliness of her Latin hair.

"We might," you said, "if you give a good pitch." Your own pitch sprung out as your pants fell, as Carmelita climbed on all fours. Her ass was taut and sweet, and you sucked and smelled the side, careful to avoid certain areas, as you prepared for the coupling.

"Well then," said the old man, Miles, putting on yet another fake smile, "as you can see, the memory foam adjusts to your contours perfectly, even during vigorous movements such as what you are currently engaged in. It works by..."

He drolled on and on, but you found him easy to ignore. Carmelita turned back at you and smiled, shaking her ass as she dripped juices, soiling the test bed. Your dick circled its final destination, teasing the Taco Bell employee with something very delectable.

You finally dove in, impaling her tightly as you held on to her luscious orbs, startling you and Miles with a loud curse. She was tight. Tighter than you imagined. Your eyes widened at the realization that she was a virgin.

"Dios mio," she said in throaty Spanish. "You are so big." You certainly were the biggest she's ever had, you thought to a chuckle. Miles had stopped his pitch by now, and left you to "decide".

In for a penny, you thought, as you slowly pulled out of Carmelita. Her arms had mostly collapsed from the pain, but her back was still arched in your direction. You didn't pull out completely, and quickly pushed back in, to the sound of more Spanish curses.

She wasn't in that much pain, though, as you began a routine of palpitations, in and out, of her sweet jungle. She was soon back on all fours, and you were sure she was having a very good time judging by her vocalizations. Or just an expert at customer service.

It worked, and you came, naturally, into her orifice after what seemed like an hour. She cuddled next to you, making no attempt to leave as you basked in the afterglow and the bustle of the crowd outside still continued, unaffected by the scene on display.

An old woman purchased a pillow. A man came by, asking for info on a particular type of cushion. You watched and listened as these events transpired with nary a concern for your presence.

After a while, you sat up and fished through Carmelita's pockets. She looked confused as you looked fruitlessly for her wallet. It was probably in her purse.

"Did you need something, sir?" she said into your ear as she hugged you from the back. "Yeah, your credit card. I want to buy this bed."

She turned you around and stared into your eyes. Out of nervousness, perhaps, you glanced down at her chest. "Sir, I don't have that sort of money. I work at a Taco Bell."

You frowned. It was probably a good thing that you didn't bankrupt this sweet near-virgin today. She needed to save up for child care, after all.

Miles looked on you two lovebirds in appreciation. "I have the money, sir. I'll pay for the bed," he offered, with no provocation.

Twenty minutes later, Miles has handed you the receipt for the two new beds you purchased, one going to Carmelita's apartment, the other to your home, as well as the keys to his BMW and a credit card with a $30,000 limit. He must own the store.

Carmelita kisses you on the cheek as you help adjust her shirt back on. You sniff her panties that you had kept, but frown as they smell a little too much like Taco Bell. "I need to get back to work. I'll send you some sext messages later, during my break," she said, after swapping numbers with her and a quick dick pic here in the store.

You decide to do one quick fuck of another random person before you leave the mall. But who?