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1 Name: Anonymous : 2016-09-06 17:47
Sunday again. Damn. I have to go grocery shopping. Most people think I’m a recluse, just pathologically shy. If only that was my problem. It’s true that I go out of my way to avoid going out in public. I never socialize and my current job involves working from home as a telemarketer. I only go out once a week to buy food from a nearby supermarket, one which I chose because it doesn’t have any security cameras. If it did, I could get into a lot of trouble, and nothing is even my fault.
I pulled into the supermarket parking lot and all but ran inside. I grabbed a shopping cart from the front of the store and made it safely to the first isle. The wrong isle, as it turned out. As I rounded the corner, I ended up not five feet away from another set of customers. There was a woman checking the expiration date on some loaves of bread while her son and daughter stood by idly. They all had very pale blond hair, the mother looked to be in her late thirties, the son was about nine, and the daughter was about eleven. While the mother had some great tits and an ass that was held snugly in her jeans, her daughter clearly had no breasts at all, her sundress clung tightly around her flat chest.
I didn’t know if the woman was a single mother or if her husband just wasn’t with her. Frankly, I didn’t care. My problem wasn’t the woman, but her daughter. As soon as I stopped my cart, I saw the signs. The girl, who hadn’t even been looking in my direction, jolted as if she had been burned. She pivoted on her heels, her pale green sundress swirling around her narrow frame. Her eyes had dilated. Damn. I couldn’t even tell what color her irises were; they were just thin rims around the huge black disks that her pupils had become. She smiled at me, somehow delighted at seeing a man she had never met before.
Without warning, the little girl grabbed a fistful of her dress in each small hand and pulled it up over her head. Now wearing nothing but blue panties and sandals, she let her dress fall to the floor. I don’t know why they always strip first. Hell, I don’t know why they do any of this. It seemed really cool when I was thirteen or so, my presence somehow compelling girls to strip naked and… do other things. One of my earliest memories is as a 6-year-old, getting a blow job from my 15-year-old babysitter. But it started getting less cool as I grew older and the girls stayed the same age. I would kill to have this power over women my age now but, as near as I can tell, I only affect girls aged from about 9 to 16. I may not have any control over it, but I still feel disgusted with myself.
I started backing away as the little girl kicked off her sandals and bent over to pull off her panties. Really, after all these years, you’d think I would have learned to just give into it. I know from many experiences that the girls that fall under my influence will keep following me until I give up. Sure enough, the now naked girl started walking towards me purposefully.
Still moving away from the entranced girl, I called out to her mother, “Hey, can you keep your daughter with you?”
I usually try this. It never works, but I think it helps me feel a little (very little) bit less guilty. The mother looked up from her loaves of bread, saw her naked daughter walking towards a stranger, and went back to checking expiration dates.
“She’s just playing,” she called in my direction offhandedly. To her daughter she warned, “Don’t annoy the nice man, Allie.”
The girl, Allie, gave no response and kept walking after me. I gave up and stopped retreating. That’s the terrible completeness of my curse: everyone near me never notices anything wrong whenever I get into these situations. Allie reached me and smiled up at me, her eyes as glassy as a doll’s. She wrapped her arms around my waist, gave a tug, and pulled my sweatpants down around my ankles. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I used to walk around in tight jeans while wearing two belts, but all that does is delay things. Eventually I realized that if some poor girl fell under my power, I wanted her to be done as soon as possible. That meant I could leave sooner, before someone else was entranced or someone caught our illicit acts on camera.
I waited to see what Allie would do. She crouched a little and took my limp cock in her mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt horrible for doing so. I shouldn’t be glad that this innocent girl was sucking me off, but it was better than the alternative. The older girls usually wouldn’t go away until I actually had sex with them. Maybe it was a development thing: they wouldn’t try to have sex until their bodies were able to take my cock.
Allie was still trying to get me aroused. My power, curse, or whatever it is doesn’t seem to impart cock-sucking knowledge to its inexperienced victims, so they’re usually left in the position of being compelled to get me to cum without knowing exactly how to do it. Allie was just using her tongue to push my cock around in her mouth, from left to right and back again. That wouldn’t do much at the best of times and it didn’t help that I feel no attraction to little girls.
Knowing that Allie wouldn’t leave me alone until I came, I sought inspiration. I began mentally undressing her mother, who had just started moving farther down the aisle. I watched her tight ass swinging as she pushed the cart ahead of her. Imagining that I was having sex with her, I closed my eyes and began grinding my hips a little. My cock started getting warm and I kept grinding, more or less successfully ignoring the fact that I was face fucking a little girl. I kept thrusting as my cock hardened completely. Allie’s mom had almost reached the end of the isle, but I kept my eyes locked on her lithe form. Allie held her head still as I finally came. Most of my cum went down her throat but some spilled out of her mouth. Allie coughed but put her hand over her mouth, trying to keep my cum even as her body tried to expel it. Finally, she managed to catch her breath and swallow what was left in her mouth. Whatever compulsion she had was now sated and she got to her feet, swaying slightly.
“Hey!” a shout came from the other end of the aisle. I looked over and saw the mother hurrying over with a look on her face that was simultaneously angry and confused.
She had walked beyond the range of my influence and had no doubt suddenly realized that her daughter should be with her. I can only guess, because I’ve never experienced it myself, but I think my power fades away gradually with distance. So, from the other end of the aisle, the mother could tell that there was something wrong with her daughter but she couldn’t tell what. Of course, as she got closer to me once again, the anger and confusion drained away. By the time she reached the pair of us, the mother was acting completely normal despite the fact that her daughter was naked in a supermarket. Calmly, Allie’s mother helped Allie put her clothes back on. She smoothed away the wrinkles in the dress and ran her fingers through Allie’s hair. The mother even rubbed away the thin dribble of cum sliding down from the corner of Allie’s mouth.
I watched the scene draw to a close. I always watch, after it’s over. It may be the shock of the whole thing, despite having done it countless times, or it may be that, just maybe, I’m hoping that someone will realize what I’ve done. But, like all the ones before them, this pair had no memory at all of what had happened. They walked away from me without a backwards glance. And, just like that, I got away with rape.