Mall rats

Things were heating up toward the end of April, and by that I mean this being Texas we were rapidly entering heat wave territory. Things were also busy on all the home fronts, as it was nearing the end of school for the kids, and college letters were coming in. Thomas got into UT Austin, Elizabeth got into Concordia like her sister, Sarah had gotten a few acceptances and was trying to pick, Ashley had made it into University of Houston (the predicted fight with her parents had not materialized, they were thrilled for her), and Melissa got into Rice. So everyone mostly had their futures lined up.

Things were heating up sexually too, though not always for the better. Beth had gotten even wilder, and I was getting a bit concerned about her. We continued to have a lot of fun together, and any time my I felt like I was in a rut, she could be depended upon to help me work it out. But it was taking more and more rounds of me turning down her increasingly outlandish ideas to reach something I was comfortable with, and if Carol hadn't been self repairing, some of the crazier things Beth had tried with her might be a concern. I was beginning to think giving her a perfectly obedient, effectively immortal plaything might have been a bad idea.

One afternoon in, Beth and I decided to get away from our respective families and spend some time together elsewhere. We couldn't pick anything to do, and ended up going to a mall. Beth needed to do some shopping (just because I could make anything she wanted appear didn't mean she didn't need to go look at things in person). We visited a few women's clothing stores; I swear Beth tried on every single item in every single store. While she was having fun, I had fun with the store staff; several relationships were started that day as I had them put on sex shows for me. I was getting pretty bored by the time we broke for lunch at the food court, though.

"You need to try some new stuff. You have your sweet little Ashley and your new wife and your sexy anyone-anytime secretary, but you need more variety," Beth said, continuing a running theme in our recent conversations. "Are you one to talk? Aside from me, you just play with Carol all the time," I countered. "First, I can have her be anyone I want her to, and by the way thanks for setting her up so she can become as many people as I want; the orgies with famous people are great," she replied. "Second, you are the one who says the stuff I want to try is 'too **** for regular people' and you are 'worried I might go too far' so you don't want to let me have fun with other real people. I would like some variety too." There was some truth to what Beth was saying, although I shuddered at the thought of what she might consider 'variety'. Let's just say while I did not have a taste for bondage and suffering, she did a little, at least when she knew the sufferee didn't mind (which was ironic given her career), so yes, I was a touch worried about letting her loose on any real people without supervision. "I'll bet if I dared you to do something here right now, it would just be picking out some nice, pretty girl and having nice, ordinary sex with her. Honestly you are so PLAIN," she said, somehow making the last word sound like a horrible thing.

She was right about that. I had developed the habit of surveying any place I walked into for potential partners, so I knew who here I'd do it with already. The woman at the next table, an attractive brunette finishing an order of nachos and sipping the last of her coke, had a slender figure with breasts that were a bit large for her frame and a pretty face framed by a short pixie cut. A girl next door type, which was exactly what I went for in general. "See what I mean?" Beth said, following my gaze. "Gemma Generic, Normal Nanci, Ordinary Olivia. You'd fuck her on a table right here. I'm sure you'd even lick her and finger fuck her, giving her more orgasms than yourself. Not so much as a smack or even a harder fucking than she might want, even though you could make here want anything you do and just have her cum on command."

This had actually been my plan, but I have a weakness for dares. "Oh yeah?" I replied cleverly. Beth laughed at my weak reply, but then the young woman came over and leaned down to talk to us (which did great things with her aforementioned boobs, as her blouse was a bit tight). "Excuse me for interrupting you, but I've never been to this mall before. Could you tell me where the FuckMart is?" Beth looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What do you need at the FuckMart?" I replied. "Maybe we can help?"

"I don't know, I just thought I'd look around," she replied. "I was thinking of getting a Fuckbot, maybe some dildos? Depends on if they have something I like," she replied, shrugging. "Isn't that just like a man?" Beth put in. "They want to go into a store, buy something, and leave. She wants to shop, check out all the fucks, try a few on, maybe get creampied a bit," she continued, as the young woman nodded along. I acknowledged the put down, and Marie, introduced herself. She worked at an insurance company, as a pleasure adjuster. If you had insurance and your relationship end, the insurance company would take care of your needs until you go a new one. It was apparently very popular and adjusters were paid well. Beth and I 'happened' to be on our way to FuckMart too, so we headed over together.

"I was thinking about getting something there for my mom for Mothers' Day." she chimed in as we walked. "What do you think? Could you help me pick?"

"Are you implying I'm old enough to be your parent?" I asked in mock offense; Beth snickered. "I'm a little disappointed, because I was hoping you'd ask me to fuck you, but I guess not." Marie blushed, and stammered and apology. "I knew it!" Beth said. "When I first saw you, I said you were just the sort of girl he likes to fuck. I told him he should just go an ask, but he was too shy." Marie blushed again, pleased with the compliment. "I don't know, Tom. Maybe later, but I want to do my shopping first." She replied, sneaking a look at my pants. "Isn't that just like a woman. She'd rather shop than fuck." I mocked, drawing laughter from both ladies.

FuckMart was a sizeable store, not a huge department stores like the Macy's that anchored the mall, but bigger than something like Victoria's Secret. Over the entrance was the familiar FuckMart logo, with "fuck" in red, "mart" in blue, and the two words separated a picture of a woman getting fucked doggie style by 'FMan', the company's popular hardcore anime style mascot, who looked a crazily over endowed bodybuilder. I double checked that any young children or families with young children present couldn't notice the store, as intended. The three of us entered and were met by a 'Customer Satisfaction Specialist' named Mic Martin, who told us to just call him Martin,

"So folks, what can I help you with today? Looking to fuck in or fuck out? Maybe I can show you our world renowned dildo collection; I'm sure the ladies will like our extra large models." he asked, rattling of a pitch in the best tradition of huckster salesmen. "I'm interested in looking at the FuckBots," Marie replied. "Male," she added. Martin walked us over to the Robot Department, trying to see what Beth and I might be interested as we went, but we just said we were here with Marie for now. When we go to the robot department, he pointed out the wide selection of models and rattled off the features and benefits of each. There was androids of varying form, any kind of material you could want, with skin or metal flesh, humanoid or not, realistic or not. The male models had a variety of schlongs, some big, some small, some on crotches, some on pulsating arms. The female bots were equally diverse, including some that had vaginas everywhere or multiple sets of boobs in weird places (I found them freaky). Marie shied away from the non-humanoids models (though I saw Beth considering some of them; I had a feeling she would be adding the four legged walking piston dildobot to her dungeon) and those with truly huge dongs, commenting that they'd spoil her for the real thing.

"Tell you what, we can measure you and help you find a good fit," Martin offered. "We usually do that anyway. We wouldn't want customers returning the item because they broke their vagina, after all. Or their ass," he added looking at me. "We don't judge here at FuckMart." Marie reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, while Martin knelt in front of her and inserted a device that looked like a small dildo into her vagina. She moaned a bit as he fiddled, and he asked her to stay still. When he extracted it, it was much bigger than when he put it in, both length and width; the measurement apparently involved expanding the dildo to find the best size for her. "I think this is probably about right for you," he suggested, pointing to several models with the same size ratings. "Would you like to try one in the sampling room?" he added, pointing to a nearby section of curtained cubicles. Marie agreed, choosing a realistic humanoid FuckBot from the selection and walked to the sampling room (unisex, of course, so people could fuck around in them if they wanted), Beth accompanying her.

"Okay, don't look so smug," she threw at me as they went in. "I admit it, this is a pretty good one. Did you think this whole place up yourself, or did you have Power make it for you?" I replied that the basic idea was mine, but I had drawn from her and Marie and anyone else in the mall. "It's really the sum total of every sexy thought anyone here right now had. I certainly didn't come up with that thing," I added, pointing at the giant dildo-shaped stripper pole on the endcap of the furniture section. "Not bad," she acknowledged, turning to go in. "By the way are you going to fuck her?" she tossed over her shoulder.

"What do you think?" I replied. "You make up the ultimate sex store, where you could literally have anything, and all you want to do is fuck the first pretty girl you saw," she said laughing, and joined Marie in the fitting room.

I wasn't going to just stay outside and wait, so I engaged 'ghost mode (I was unobservable and intangible) and walked through the closed door invisibly to watch, taking up station in the corner of the room. Beth sat down on the only chair while Marie bent over against the wall and pulled up her skirt (her panties had been put in her purse when she took them off to be measured, so she was naked under there). The android crouched behind her and began licking her pussy, causing her to squirm a bit. "Damn, none of these androids can lick at all, still," she complained. " I thought they were supposed to have gotten better with this year's model." Beth had pulled down her shorts and begun fingering herself, but stopped to sympathize. "I know you can buy some that fuck really well, but none of them are any good at sucking a pussy." she replied extemporaneously. "Would you like me to suck you, and then you can just test if the pussy fit is right?" Marie smiled appreciatively. "Would you mind? I'll never get wet enough to do try it properly at this rate," she replied, the oblivious android doing such a bad job it didn't even interfere with their conversation. I smirked a bit; this had to have come out of Beth's mind. I wouldn't have thought of making imperfect sex robots.

Marie pushed the FuckBot aside, then bent over in front of Beth's chair so she could get at her pussy from behind. Marie pulled her blouse open so the android could massage her large breasts, which it seemed adequately capable of doing. Beth was quite skilled (she had practiced enough on Carol) and Marie was squirming and squealing with pleasure after a few minutes. "That was terrific," Marie said as she turned around. "How about I pay you back?" she asked, getting down on her knees, which made her breasts hang most attractively. Marie began licking Beth while sticking her ass up in the air, and the android positioned itself behind her and slowly inserted it's cock in her sopping pussy. Apparently the fit was acceptable, as it didn't take long for Marie to come to a squealing climax as she sucked Beth. Beth came in Marie's mouth, and the women embraced and kissed before dressing and coming out of the fitting rooms. I went back outside and became visible again.

"I didn't see any objections to play with the first pretty girl on your part, either," I said to Beth. "Of course you were watching, you voyeur," she countered sticking out her tongue. "I figured as much." Martin had gone off to take care of other business, but he was working his way back over to us. "Marie has a nice little pussy. I bet you'll like fucking it," she added.

"How was it?" asked Martin, smiling. "It was a good fuck, but the tongue was horrible. I thought they were fixing that this year," she replied. "I'm so sorry you were dissatisfied, Ma'am. They have been making progress, but if the female models are anything to judge they have a ways to go. Would you like to make I complaint? I can get the whip and my manager," He said; had I been drinking there would have been a spit take from how normally he said that. That was definitely fromBeth. "No, thanks, it's not bad enough I need to punish the management," she replied. "In regard to size, the length felt right, but it was just a bit wide," she added. "This is a 7C," he replied, (length, 'C' was a small to medium width; widths went as far as 'H', though those were for aesthetic use only).

"A small girl like you should probably have a 'B'," put in Beth. "The fuck felt pretty good. It was very good in timing, it sped up at the right time, and came right when I did," Marie commented. "This is our latest model, " Martin replied proudly. "It has all kinds of thermostats and sensors, so that it can react to changes in temperature, moisture, and pressure in your pussy. That way it knows when to speed up and when to cum. It's all beyond me, of course." We all shook our heads in wonder and remarked on the amazing advances in technology. Marie was satisfied and after looking around chose a simpler model that was just a cock on legs; since the licking was bad she didn't feel the need spend more on a humanoid since she would just be having it fuck her.

Martin and Marie were off running her credit card and arranging delivery, so Beth and I wandered through the rest of the store. There were game consoles, like the FuckStation 4; of course all the games consisted entirely of controlling a charter to fuck girls. They had some interesting titles, like Mortal Fuckbat, where you had to fuck the opponent into submission as indicated by an endurance bar. Several 20-somethings were gathered around a demo unit playing Final Fantasy 13; the pink haired protagonist was fighting a boss, by performing fellatio, but they all groaned when she came under the **** of the bosses dildo before it did, losing the battle, and they had to start over from the last save point.

We visited the home furnishings area, which had beds of various sizes and shapes as you would expect, but also a wide array of mirrors, a selection of antiques from Victorian New Orleans bordellos, trapeze setups I had trouble seeing how you could use without killing yourself, plus everything needed for the up-to-date dungeon (I saw Beth taking notes). When Martin found us again, she had him ring up and ship several to her house.

Finally we ended up, as all shopping trips must, in the clothing section, which had everything from street hooker garb to stripper outfits to leather and latex. FuckMart does not discriminate, so everything was available in men's and women's sizes and cuts. Beth suggested I buy a nice lavender bra and panty set, but I declined. There was a small classroom at the back, where several people were gathered being for a Fuber orientation, being walked through how to setup their phones so they could work as freelance hookers. "I just love this store," said Marie as we walked around. "There's always something new here. But I really don't see anything for my mom except a new android. Hers is pretty worn out. I was hoping the licking had been improved, though. Not sure I want to get it for her now."

We returned to the Fuckbot Department, where Martin caught up with us again, no doubt sensing another sale. "Is there anything really new in fuckbots?" Marie asked him. Martin showed us a bunch of models, from celebrity lookalikes tentacle bots, but nothing seemed to really excite her. There was a sign for personalized Fuckbots; you could have them look like anyone. "You mean I can get an android that looks just like me?" she asked excitedly. "I'm sure mom would love that! And dad could use it too." Martin smiled sadly. "Unfortunately, you couldn't have it for Mothers' Day. Even rush orders take a minimum of a few months to prepare."

Marie was crestfallen. "Instead of an android that looks like you, why don't you just fuck her yourself?" I suggested. "Why buy a copy when you can let her have the real thing?" Marie looked uncertain. "It seems so cheap to not buy her a present," she said.

"I'm a father, and it's a cliches right? 'I don't want a present, I just want your love?' Isn't that what all parents say?" I replied. Beth was side eyeing me. "My mom says stuff like that whenever I ask her what she wants for a birthday or anything. Dad too. It's impossible to pry ideas out of them," Marie replied, giggling. "So give her your love. Maybe give them your love," I concluded. "Do you think she'd like it?" she asked. "Tell you what: Why don't I fuck you, and then I can tell you whether they would like it," I put in.

"Somehow I knew this was coming," muttered Beth quietly, so Marie didn't hear.

"Would you really do that for me, Tom? We just met," she asked. "I assure you, it's my pleasure," I said magnanimously. Martin saw his FuckBot sale slipping away, but gamely suggested that there were beds we could try in home furnishings. We went back to the furniture department, the both Marie and I idly playing with our selves to get warmed up (which was not an uncommon sight among customers we passed), and by the time our clothes were in a pile on the floor we were both ready. Marie was on the bed with her legs spread, and I was on top of her, wasting no time before I was slamming my dick into her size B pussy, admiring her beautiful form as I fucked her. She was tight and hot and wet, and she knew how to move. She pushed back at me as my cock was moved up and down, matching my pace, smashing ourselves harder and faster together. She moaned and squealed and her pussy grabbed my cock, and milked a series of blasts from me that any FuckBot engineer be proud to say their robot could emulate.

"Marie, your mom is going to be really happy on Mothers' Day," I said, and Beth agreed.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil. Guest appearance by McMartin