Picking the mall clean and winding up in the Spencer's

Chelsea and Bunny jiggled and bounced their way through the mall, store by store, accumulating an ever-growing mass of shopping bags and loose items for Officer Hunky, dutifully trailing behind them, to carry. Shoes, bags, clothes, lingerie, and jewelry, the sluttier the better, all went on the pile as Bunny and Chelsea were helped along by store staff and customers who all knew that the two bimbos got whatever they wanted.

The trio found themselves in the Spencer’s, two big overstuffed bags filled with sex toys and cheap, slutty costumes already hung from Officer Hunky’s arms and banged into the overfilled displays, knocking brightly coloured dildos and cheap novelties to the floor as they moved through the store. Bunny had just fallen in love with a schoolgirl outfit, a Halloween costume that had probably never before been worn outside a bedroom, and was stripping out of the clubwear she’d only just acquired right there in the middle of the store. A pair of cheap, oversized, lensless glasses went on first because they were the easiest and she admired herself in a mirror.

“Oh my god Chelsea! Don’t these make me look like… So smart?” Bunny’s hand drifted down to her uncovered pussy, gently rubbing herself as though her arm and hand had a mind of their own, “I think I look super smart.”

“You look SO smart!” Chelsea agreed enthusiastically, her own eyes flitting between Bunny and an oversized dildo, almost as big as her forearm, hanging from a hook at eye level, begging to be torn open and fucked. She picked it up. “Do you think I could fit this in my ass?”

Chelsea posed with the big silicone cock, like a model on a gameshow showing off a prize and Bunny looked up from struggling to tie the much too small costume top over her big, bimbo titties.

“Umm, yeah!” Bunny practically cheered, plucking the bone from her handbag, “You’re a big slut! You can fit whatever you want in your ass!”

The bone throbbed and warmed and Chelsea’s ass silently made itself ready for whatever she would eventually throw at it.

“You’re so nice to me!” Chelsea squeaked, “You like, always support me and tell me I can do stuff!”

The younger bimbo threw her arms around Bunny, pressing their bodies together in a tight hug. From behind them, towards the front of the store a man’s voice, stiff with unearned confidence, called out.

“Do you sluts want some of this?”

The man, no more than twenty, tugged at his cock through faded camouflage cargo shorts, a loose black sleeveless undershirt hung from his wiry frame, and a small group of similarly dressed young men stood behind him, smirking with barely contained anxiety as their friend, the boldest of them, crossed a line they all secretly wished they could. Bunny and Chesea held their embrace but turned their attention to the man and his cock.

“Um, of course!” Chelsea blurted out.

“We looooove cock.” Bunny finished.

The two bimbos moved in lockstep towards the man. Bunny pressed her tits against his body, and a broad grin automatically spread across his lean features. Chelsea slid down his body, feeling a bead of her juices roll down her thigh as she anticipated his cock. Her heart pounded and spit flooded her mouth as she pulled her face close to his fly and the hot, hard treat waiting for her behind it. Despite her excitement she smoothly and expertly undid his web belt like the practiced, perfect slut Bunny had made her into. Bunny, meanwhile, was making out with the man, cooing and moaning as she pressed her glistening, pillowy lips against the man. She slid a manicured hand down, into the opening Chelsea had just made and found his cock, pulsing and twitching at Chelsea and Bunny’s mercy.

“You’re so hard!” She tittered, breaking contact for a moment. “Oh my god Chelsea, isn’t he so hard?”

Chelsea, for her part, watched as the man’s cock flopped out of his pants. It was hard and red, with thick purple veins running up its length. Not nearly as big as Officer Hunky, but Chelsea didn’t care. It was cock, and she loved cock. Before Bunny could even finish asking her question Chelsea had taken it into her mouth, wrapping her big lips around it, savouring its taste on her tongue, breathing its smell in deep, it was like fireworks going off in her brain. It was cock, and cock felt good. She began to bob, just a bit at first, but rapidly and enthusiastically increasing in tempo until her mouth made wet sounds on his hard cock, and gobs of spit overflowed from her mouth. Bunny looked down at her with pride and admiration.

“Were you always such a good cocksucker?” She asked, not waiting for a reply, “Or like, did I do that?”

Chelsea moaned hard on the man’s cock, knowing how much she had changed since she’d gotten dressed for work that morning and loving it. The old Chelsea, a person who knew her way around a cock and who never struggled to get the sex she wanted, would never have been so bold to suck someone off in the middle of a store, no matter how much she might have wanted to. The new Chelsea, the Chelsea Bunny had helped her become, would never have to hold herself back again. The new Chelsea could fuck exactly how she wanted, whenever she wanted. Chelsea pulled the man’s cock almost all the way out of her mouth, licking enthusiastically at sensitive bit at the underside of the head. It probably had a name, but that didn’t matter. She finally pulled the cock free of her mouth with a loud pop, looking up at Bunny with big, grateful eyes.

“I wanna fuck now.” She announced cheerfully.

The man, however, had other plans and began to cum with a loud, rattling groan. Thick, hot white strings of cum arced from the tip of his spasming cock and landed heavily on Chelsea’s tits and face. Chelsea was stunned for a second and pouted.

“But I wanted to fuck…” She protested.

Bunny looked down at her friend, this wasn’t right. She and Chelsea were supposed to get what they want. The man had already begun to put his rapidly deflating dick away, a big stupid grin still resting on his face and, basking in the awed stares of his friends he began to thank Chelsea for the blowjob with that same stiff, self-serving confidence.

Bunny wasn’t having it.

“Officer Hunky, bring me my bag!”

She stamped her foot, and Officer Hunky stumbled into action. Weighed down by all their shopping he knocked more merchandise to the floor but managed to pluck Bunny’s pink, bejeweled handbag from the counter and deliver it to her. Bunny snatched it up and brandished it towards the men like a threat.

“No!” She snapped, reaching in and clutching the bone. “Bunny and Chelsea get what they want, and we want boys to only fuck girls the way girls want to be fucked!”

The bone warmed and vibrated, and the man’s expression melted from triumph into bashfulness as the world and its expectations shifted around him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“Not to me.” Bunny huffed, “To her.”

The man turned his attention to Chelsea, still on her knees, now occupied with licking up every last drop of cum on her body, collecting it on her fingertips and languidly letting it drip into her open mouth, savouring it and the shivers the slutty act sent through her body.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“It’s okay.” Chelsea replied cheerfully, bouncing to her feet, satisfied she’d found and consumed the last of his cum, “There’s plenty more cocks!”

The mood among the man’s friends had shifted from awe to mirth, they half-covered smirks and reveled in their friend’s breach of his responsibility to fuck girls the way they wanted to be fucked. Bunny finished wrapping the costume skirt around her waist, it only came down to clit-level over her uncovered pussy. She admired herself in the mirror once more, she really did look super smart.

“C’mon girlfriend.” Bunny extended an arm to Chelsea, “Let’s go!”